Rebecca: So that's it isn't it? I don't want to marry Robin. (sniffles) Well, I guess I won't be needing this anymore. [Rebecca removes a bottle of champagne from under the lampshade] Right now I made my decision. Robin is history. There. [sighs] It feels good.
Sam: All right.
Rebecca: Yeah. Let's celebrate. [pours a drink]
Sam: No, no, we don't need to do that.
Rebecca: Yeah, you're right. You're right. There is a better way to celebrate, Sam. Drop your pants.
Sam: What?
Rebecca: You heard me, buddy. I want you.
Sam: Oh, no. Sweet sweetheart, we- We can't do this.
Rebecca: Oh, yes, we can, Sam. The train is pulling into the station.
Sam: No, no.
Rebecca: All aboard. Whoo, whoo.