Sami: Don't even think about it.
John: Samantha. I didn't know you were in town.
Sami: Well, I'm sorry I didn't apprise you of my travel plans. Maybe because I was the last one to know about all of this, so I had to scratch and claw my way onto a last-minute seat on an oversold flight. But now you can tell me what the hell you and your son think you're doing to my son's grave.