Sam: Listen. Here we are, both dolled up, looking like a million bucks. What do you say the two of us storm the old USS Constitution together, huh?
Rebecca: I don't think so.
Sam: Oh, are you so depressed about being stood up?
Rebecca: No. I just don't want to go with you.
Sam: Wait a minute. You spent all day getting dressed up and you're trying to tell me that you'd rather stay in this bar than go out with me?
Rebecca: No, Sam, I am trying to tell you that I would rather remove my own gall bladder with an oyster fork than go out with you.