Cheers1982

Rebecca:
Sam, the fire wasn't your fault. I was smoking a cigarette and I burned down your bar.

Sam:
You did this? You did this to me? Yes, yes, of course. Why didn't I figure this out earlier? My bar burns down, you're within 50 miles. It all fits.

Rebecca:
Sam, I'm so sorry.

Sam:
What were you thinking? Huh? You're tired of screwing up your own life so you start to pick on mine? You know, of all the stupid, stupid things you've done in your useless life, this is your masterpiece. I'll tell you what; Get out. Get out of my bar. [Rebecca does as she's told and leaves the bar]