Rebecca: Oh, God, you are choice, Malone. You are just really choice. You will do anything for a roll in the hay. If you will play on my sympathies, then you will stoop to anything. God, I am tired of fighting you. I just don't have the strength to do it anymore. If this is what you really want, then by all means. [flatly] Take me here. Take me now. Please, please.
Sam: Are you serious?
Rebecca: Oh, yes. I want it bad. [Rebecca's body goes limp]
Sam: [turns the lights off] Well, all right.
[After Rebecca lays her limp body across Sam's legs, Sam tries to lift her arm around his neck but it just flops back down]
Sam: Is something wrong?
Rebecca: [Oh, nothing. Oh, baby, oh, baby. [falls to the ground]
Sam: Le- Let me get this straight. Is this what I can expect in the way of full participation?
Rebecca: Until I get tired. [Sam sighs as he stands up and walks out of her office] Was it good for you?