Sam: Damnit, where is Mary when I need her? Pull out a breast.
Sam: We need a diversion. Pull your boob out.
Delinda: I'm not pulling my boob out.
Sam: Hey, I just need it to look like it fell out of your dress.
Delinda: You fall out of your dress!
Sam: See, I thought you wanted to help.
Delinda: Well... well... well I do.
Sam: So let a breast breathe.
Sam: (reaching for Delinda's dress) Just right here, just...
Delinda: Don't you dare touch my boobs!