Sam: This is crazy. I got to go find out what's happened.
Rebecca: Way back on my head or up forward like this, whichever way we decide. Hi, Sam.
Sam: What are you doing?
Rebecca: I know, I know. I said that I would never have a traditional wedding, but, you know, deep down inside, doesn't every girl want to get married in white?
Sam: What about all that stuff you said last night?
Rebecca: What stuff? I wasn't even here last night.
Sam: I know you weren't here last night. You were at your apartment. I was there with you. Remember?
Rebecca: Oh, don't be silly, Sam. I wouldn't let anybody in that apartment. It's a mess.
Sam: Oh, my God, she doesn't- You don't remember, do you?