Sam: Hey, hey, hey, Carla. Do you smell smoke? Come here.
Carla: Of course I smell smoke, you dink. It's a bar. I can also smell beer, sweat and lousy tips.
Sam: No, no, no, no. No, she's smoking in there. I knew she couldn't last this long.
[Sam kicks Rebecca's door open and finds her sitting calmly at her desk]
Sam: Oh... A-ha! Oh, uh hey, uh, where's the pool table? Ah, wrong room.
[After Sam backs out of the office, Rebecca flicks out a cigarette she was keeping in her mouth. Sam returns to find her smoking]
Sam: [laughs] I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! I'm not going to say I knew it, but I knew it. I knew it. Now, this was your idea, too. I did not come up with this. This is your idea. What a great idea! Oh! [laughs] Well, what do you say? Uh, shall we, uh, strip down to our smiles here and show the, uh show the couch here a good time?