Rebecca: I did not go to bed with Robin Colcord for a very good reason.
Sam: Me.
Rebecca: No, me! Maybe because I haven't been to bed with a man in so long that I would probably be so crummy that he would leave me! And then I'll be stuck right back where I was.
Sam: If memory serves me, that would be with... me, me, me, me, me, me.
Rebecca: Get out of here.
[After Sam leaves, there's a knock on the door]
Rebecca: What do you want now, bozo? I've... [opens door] I'm sorry, Woody. I thought you were somebody else.
Woody: Well, I have a message for you, but I'm not quite sure what it means.
Rebecca: What is it?
Woody: [singsong] Me, me, me, me, me, me

Sam: Does grenadine stain?
Robin: Try soaking it in club soda.
Sam: Oh, no, oh, jeez, it's in my hair. I can't believe this. Look at that! It's in my hair. I hate this. I'll be right back. I bet it gets all spiky.