Amanda: Goodbye, Sam.
Sam: Are you all right?
Amanda: Oh, sure. It's my fault. You are such a nice guy. Please don't blame yourself for anything that has ever happened. ... Or anything that's going to happen.
Sam: Whoa, wait a second. What do you mean by that?
Amanda: Sam, you don't have to worry about me any more. Remember? We're through.
Sam: But I didn't mean the bad 'through', I meant the good 'through'.
Amanda: What's the good 'through'?
Sam: Well, that's where we would go out to dinner right now and then maybe have a drive down the Cape, and maybe even see each other tomorrow.
Amanda: The Cape would be pretty tonight. I'd like that, Sam.
Sam: Well, there, you see how fun 'through' can be?
Amanda: I'll get my parents and we'll drop them off at some bus stop.