[ Sam draws himself up, affronted. ] Excuse you. No, I'm not. As far as I know, you're a home invader with bad taste in valuables.

[ He pauses. ] And if you live here, I apologize for saying your belongings are in bad taste. But I don't remember you. I don't remember much of anything at the moment.

[ Blink. ] Which is, I admit, not the greatest thing to tell someone who may or may not be a stranger in my house.