Sam: Aw, see, you're- You're patronizing me.
Rebecca: No, I'm not. I am not patronizing you. We said we were going to be honest. I think you're an attractive guy. I think you're cute enough to kiss. I mean, if I didn't know you.
Sam: Yeah, yeah if you didn't know me.
Rebecca: All right, what? You want me to prove it to you that I think you're cute? All right, fine. I will prove it to you. I will dispel the myth that you turn my stomach. I will give you a little kiss. Here. [gives Sam a brief kiss] There. [Sam pulls Rebecca in for a more intense kiss]
Sam: Now, what category am I in? Yes? No? [Rebecca is silent] Oh, geez. Why do I even bother with you? [exits]
Rebecca: Ooh! A definite maybe.
Sam: [returns] I heard that. You said maybe! You said maybe! Rebecca thinks I'm a maybe!
Rebecca: I did not say that! I said that you kiss like my Uncle Abey!
Sam: No, no, no.
Rebecca: I said that I think you gave me rabies!