Bailey: "You okay?"
Sam: "Nothing that a couple of weeks in Fiji wouldn't cure."
Bailey: "Meeting was for nine."
Sam: "Oh, I'm sorry, I overslept."
Bailey: "What's wrong?"
Sam: "Nothing, nothing. I just could need that Fiji or a lobotomy at this point."
Bailey: "Go with Fiji. Couldn't hurt to see something beautiful for a change."
Sam: "Well, I'll get a wall calender."
Bailey: "Seriously, Sam, I've been there a few times. Not Fiji. I mean the end of the rope."
Sam: "Come on, Bailey, don't be melodramatic, alright. I... I just overslept."
Sam (to Bailey): "Unless you feel like throwing a few rocks at it."
Bailey: "Do only what you can do, Sam."
Sam: "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you. See you tomorrow."
Sam: "He predicted it. He knew he would fall into the abyss."
Bailey: "It's an abstraction. It's not a real place, Sam. It's in his mind."
Sam: "Yeah. What's the difference?"