Sam: Look, I'm just trying to help you. I mean, everybody gets cold feet when they're about to get married, but it's a pretty weeny reason to start drinking.
Rebecca: Why did you start drinking?
Sam: I lost my curveball.
Rebecca: I am not drinking because I have cold feet. I am drinking because I don't know if I love Robin.
Sam: Oh, wow. Do you think maybe you don't?
Rebecca: I don't know. I just wish I had a little bit more time, you know, to decide. You don't think there's any chance that that, um, parole board could keep him in prison just a little while longer?