Cooper:Oh man. It definitely moved.
Sam:Throw it out!
Sam:Cooper?
Sam:Cooper!
Cooper:Gotcha.
Sam:Oh my god, my heart is pounding. You can’t do that to me!
Cooper:I’m pretty sure I just did.
Sam:That bag better be gone by the time I get there.
Cooper:You don’t want to take your shoes off? Dig your toes in?
Sam:You’ve ruined sand for me.
Cooper:What the hell did you think it was?
Sam:I don’t fucking know, but I’m pretty sure I saw your life flash before my eyes.
Cooper:Aww. You do care.
Sam:Well I don’t anymore, you jerk.
Cooper:Good night, Sam.
Sam:Night.
Cooper to Sam:What are you up to?
Sam:Nothing really. Work. You?
Cooper:Just got in. Can I call you?
Sam:Why?
Cooper:No reason.
Sam:Is that a good idea?
Cooper:Is it a bad one?
Sam:I don’t know. Maybe?
Sam:I thought we were keeping things casual. Extending the rules for one last weekend. Sticking to the plan.
Cooper:And the sound of my voice might, what? Lure you to the altar? We’re already engaged, Cuj.
Sam:Phone calls aren’t casual, cowboy.
Sam:I’m not answering that.
Cooper:Answer the fucking phone.
Sam:I’m not.