Sam: You okay?
Rebecca: Yeah, I'm just thinking, you know. Weddings always make me do that. I have nothing to show for my life.
Sam: Oh, come on. You're being a little harsh on yourself, aren't you? I mean, come on, take a look at today, right? The wedding started to fall apart. You pulled the whole thing together.
Rebecca: Yeah, I sort of did, didn't l?
Sam: You bet you did.
Rebecca: You know, you know, I used to think that if I married a millionaire or if I had a baby, I'd be a better person, but now I realize that the only thing that's gonna make me a better person is me.
Sam: Boy, as scary as that sounds, it's true.
Rebecca: In fact, you see this cigarette? This is the last cigarette I'm gonna smoke forever. [Sam chuckles] This is gonna be my my symbol of change, you know, the old Rebecca burning away. And I'll tell you something else. Starting tomorrow, there's gonna be no more whining and no more complaining. I am gonna be the best manager in the whole world.
Sam: [chuckles] Okay, good night.
Rebecca: I gotta get my life together. No more screw ups. No more mistakes. Good-bye, old Rebecca.