Sam: Come here. Listen, I can't let you walk out like this. You got to forgive me. Please.
Rebecca: All right. I forgive you. I wish you well. Good-bye. I hope you're happy with your crummy bar and your stupid friends and your trampy waitress. [walks over to the bar] Good-bye, Carla. It was nice working with you. [shakes hands]
Carla: You, too. I'd just like to say that men have treated me like dirt all my life.
Rebecca: So?
Carla: I just like to say that. Keeps me humble.
Rebecca: Thank you.