Sam: Look, I know you are going through a hard time here, but there comes a point when you have to face reality.
Rebecca: I do not have to listen to you. [throws another drink in Sam's face]
Sam: Oh, would you cut that out!
Rebecca: Why? What are you going to do, fire me? No, wait, wait, I got a better idea. Tell me you love me, ask me to marry you, skip the country, and then fire me.
Sam: Hey, stop it! I am not Robin! I am not doing those things to you. You know something? I am sick of getting kicked in the teeth because someone else dumped you.
Rebecca: Well, I am sick of getting dumped.
Sam: I'm sick of you getting dumped. You know something? You know what I'm really sick of?
Rebecca: Your own face.
Sam: No! I'm sick of you... I am sick of you getting angry at me when all I'm trying to do is help you.