Sam: Okay, fine. Yeah, you know, I don't want your pity, anyway. You know, I can live without this job. I'll find another way of supporting myself. And my mother. I mean, now that the doctor's only giving me six months to live. Come on! Please listen. I swear to you, nothing like this'll ever happen again. Come on, a decent boss would give me a second chance. And I'll tell you something, I...
Rebecca: Don't say, "A guy would."
Sam: I wasn't gonna say, "A guy would." But he would.
Rebecca: All right. I'll give you another chance.
Sam: All right, thank you. Thank you.