[ Sam wants to lower his head into his hands and just never talk to her again. That's again, and not literal - it's actually not that he's not interested in talking to Daisy. It's just that everytime they talk, shit like this comes up that makes Sam question his sanity. Gives him headaches, too. Probably ages him a couple years. He's not ready to be 70 and wrinkly just because Daisy's world is cuckoo for cocoa puffs. ]

You gonna try to sell me on that line a second time? Look, Rose. If you're hearing shit that ain't there, I can help you figure that out.