Norm: How'd you handle it, Sammy?
Sam: You know me, Daddy Cool. If she left the bathroom, she'd see him, so I jumped in. I think I handled it pretty smoothly.
[flashback:]
Sam: Fire! Fire! Aah! Aah! Get out through the window. [to the other women] No, you two can use the door.
Rebecca: Why can't I use the door?
Sam: Are you kidding me? You go out that door with all that grease on your blouse, one spark, you'll go up like a roman candle.
Rebecca: Smart idea. Smart idea. Ok, good. Uhh, Uhh, Uhh. It's too small! It's too small!
Sam: All right. Ah, shoot. Don't panic. Uh, uh... I got it. I got it. Here. Maybe I can squeeze you through here. You know, take off your clothes and rub the soap all over your body.
Rebecca: Okay, good.
Sam: Plan B. Let's get out of here now! Put this jacket over your head. I'll lead you out.
Rebecca: But what about you?
Sam: Take off your blouse. Put it over my head. I don't know.
Rebecca: Sam!
Sam: Quit kidding around! Careful, flames!