Rebecca: Okay, everybody out of here, out. Come on, everybody, out! Go back to the bar, please. Not you. I want to talk to you.
Sam: Don't you think maybe I should go to a trauma center first? S- Some of this could be me. Oh, come on, I know what you're thinking here, but I- I didn't do this on purpose. I swear to God I didn't do it on purpose.
Rebecca: You did it just because I started doing really well back here and you're jealous. Y- You're just a big baby.
Sam: I am not.
Rebecca: Yes, you are. You want everything for you and nothing for me.
Sam: Well, yeah, if that's being a big baby, okay, but... But I'm a... I'm a guy. I'm supposed to be a big baby. And you're a woman. You know, you're supposed to be like a nice mommy and tell me everything's okay and, and pat me on the head.
Rebecca: I would like to pat you on the head with a pickax.