Rebecca: I don't believe this. You came all the way back here just for me? I just feel so terrible for everything I ever said or did to you.
Sam: Well, gee, now, there must be some way you can thank me.
Rebecca: You're right, Sam. I think the time has finally come.
Sam: Yeah.
Rebecca: You've waited long enough. Oh... [passes out]
Sam: Oh, no. That's funny. Usually they pass out afterwards. [looks at Rebecca] No, no, no. I am a gentleman. [walks away] But I may never have this chance again.
[Sam returns, grabs a marker pen from the bar, draws a mustache on Rebecca and puts the sombrero on her head.]