Sam: Oh! I can't believe it! Excuse me, miss, have you seen a, an Olympic gold medal from the decathlon? I hate to lose it. It was part of a set. But I'll tell you something, I would give them all up for a shot at your phone number.
Woman: Look, I find you very amusing and, uh, I appreciate all this flattery, but if this is just some bar pick-up, I wish you wouldn't. Yeah, I'm just coming off a bad relationship and I'm very vulnerable right now.
Sam: Oh, well, I'm, uh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that. Uh, actually, I'm, I'm not an Olympic athlete.
Carla: [softly] Sam, hurry!
Sam: Uh, I'm a secret agent. Uh... I'm sorry. You were right the first time. It's a sleazy bar pick-up.
Woman: Yeah.
Sam: Forgive me. It was very childish. Good luck to you.
Woman: Thanks.
Sam: Yeah. Sorry.