Sam: Sweetheart, what happened?
Rebecca: I just had to knock on my own office door.
Sam: Honey, l- l'm so sorry. I swear to God I didn't want this to happen.
Rebecca: I know. It's not your fault. I know why it happened. Because I'm a loser. I always have been, and I always will be a big old, fat, old, stupid loser.
Sam: No, you're not a loser. Don't say that, you hear me? You are not a loser.
Rebecca: Okay.
Sam: You have a barrette for this, or something?
Rebecca: I lost it.
Sam: Sweetheart, don't worry about- Don't worry about that. It'll be all right. Hey, you know what might make you feel better? We never had that date, you know?
Rebecca: Oh, God! You just go back over there and do whatever it was you were doing, and I will get out of your life forever.
Sam: Rebecca, I...
Rebecca: Sam, please. It'll make it a lot easier. You know, I might just become a bag lady. They're not all old, you know. It could happen. It really could. I'll just send for the rest of my things.