Rebecca: What was he talking about? What conditions?
Sam: You want some more champagne?
Rebecca: Sam, what conditions?
Sam: Well, they were so insignificant, they really slipped my mind. Uh, all right, uh. Well, uh... You have to take a slight pay cut and go back to school for your MBA and share the office with me, consult with me on all major decisions, and since you lack any practical experience, you'll have to wait tables when the bar is busy, which will put you under the immediate supervision of Carla. Any wonder it slipped my mind?
Rebecca: Sam, uh, when were you planning on telling me this?
Sam: After.
Rebecca: After what?
Sam: Afterwards.