Rebecca: Oh, Sam, yes, yes. Yes!
[wakes up:]
Rebecca: No! Oh. Oh, god. It was just a dream. It's just a dream, Beck-Beck. It's just a dream.
Sam: [enters] Morning, boss.
Rebecca: You shut your fat face right now!
Sam: I was just going to tell you if you want me, I'm out fixing the window.
Rebecca: I don't want you. I don't want you at all.
Sam: Aw, somebody got up on the wrong side of bed.
Rebecca: Don't you use the word "bed" with me. I forbid you to use the word "bed."
Sam: Sorry.
Rebecca: You make me sick.
Sam: Last time I buy after shave at a gas station.