Rebecca: [on the phone] Hello? Operator? O-operator? Yes, I was just talking to my fiance and I was- Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, me talk-o to me boy-o amigo in Cancun, and we were cut off-o.
Woody: It's a beautiful language, isn't it?
Rebecca: What? You no operator? You boose boy? Oh, bus boy. Yeah, okay, adios. No, no, adios. Damn.
Martin Teal: Thank you, Dennis. Rebecca, you're not losing anything in Sam. I hear he hasn't stopped fooling around since he got down there.
Rebecca: You had him watched?
Martin Teal: I didn't have to. The man's escapades have become legendary. The Indians in the mountains sing a folk song about him. Rebecca, let me help you take your mind off your problems. I'll pick you up for dinner, maybe a drink, a trip to Paris, a few laughs.
Rebecca: Martin, not tonight. I- I really need time to get over this.
Martin Teal: Well, then tomorrow night. I won't take no for an answer.