Sam: [whispers] Rebecca. Mmm. Rebecca, this is your recurring dream. How does it start again?
Rebecca: [grabs Sam's neck] What are you doing in here?
Sam: I'm not here. I'm in your dream. Go back to sleep. Go back to sleep.
Rebecca: You know. You know. How do you know about my dream?
Sam: What dream?
Rebecca: Oh, man, I hate you. I hate you! You didn't tell your stupid friends about this, did you?
Sam: Oh, please, give me some credit, will you?
Rebecca: You told them! I hate you for knowing. I hate you for telling your friends. I hate you for being in my dreams! I hate my dreams! I hate myself for dreaming my dreams.
Sam: Hey, then smack yourself for a while!