Sam: When I was pitching for the Sox. Yeah, sure, fame has its perks. I mean, you don't have to stand in line at restaurants. That's very nice. And cops let you slide on a few traffic tickets. That's that's very nice. Autographs, I mean, that's cool and all of that. But, basically, it's just a hassle.
Rebecca: Really?
Sam: Yeah, sure. Not being famous is ten times better.
Rebecca: Really?
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, you get treated just like everybody else. You can go to the supermarket in peace. Nobody crowds around you. As a matter of fact, they don't pay any attention to you at all. No, they certainly don't let you cut ahead of them in the ten-items-or-less line. No, no, no, no, no, no. You have to wait behind all the old ladies. Some of them have way beyond ten items. 'Cause believe me, you've got all the time in the world to count every little can, every little loaf of bread.
Rebecca: Sam.
Sam: By the time you get to the front of the line, they're only too happy to cut up your credit cards right in front of your face because you're nothing!
Rebecca: Sam. Sam, are you all right?
Sam: I miss it so much, Rebecca.
Rebecca: Oh, I know you do. But we're both better off without it, Sam.
Sam: Do you remember- Remember all the attention I got when that truck almost hit me?