Sam: Whoa, what was that all about?
Norm: Just a little bit of painting at her apartment.
Sam: [to Rebecca] Listen, uh, you know, I can really sympathize with your situation of painting. Uh, you know, if the fumes and everything bothers you, you can always spend the night at my place.
Rebecca: I don't think so. [closes the door]
Sam: That's it. I say she's a guy.