- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: [waking up in the middle of the night to find him out of bed standing in front of the window looking out] Clay? What are you doing?
- Clay Fallmont: I couldn't sleep.
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: [coming up behind him, putting her arms around him] You usually sleep like a rock. What's changed?
- Clay Fallmont: [sighs] We have.
- [turns around to look her in the eyes]
- Clay Fallmont: Sammy Jo, I care for you...
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Care? I'm gonna have your baby and you care for me? That's all?
- Clay Fallmont: I wanna do what's right, but my gut is turning inside. It's like my whole life has been decided for me, regardless of how I feel.
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: I see. And the baby?
- Clay Fallmont: I want you to have an abortion.
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: We've gone from me deciding your life to you deciding mine, feel better?
- Clay Fallmont: Look, Sammy Jo, I don't wanna hurt you...
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Worry about yourself, Clay. I'll take care of me. And for right now, maybe you should leave. I'll sleep much better alone.