Sam: No, I got it, I got it. Let's call the fire marshal on her, huh? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, that'd be below the belt. I can't do that.
Rebecca: [enters] Sam, can I talk to you a minute? You know, I just realized that the closer I'm getting to my goal, the more all I'm thinking about is winning, and that's not right. I mean, I wasn't even considering your feelings. You've had that poolroom for many, many years and, well, I guess what I'm trying to say is... [singsong] Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha! I'm gonna win your poolroom! [exits]
Sam: [to Carla] Call the fire marshal!