Nina: If I'd have known that, you could've moved in here with me.
Sally: Us? Roommates? Just you and me, no guys?
Nina: Yeah. But it's too late for that, I guess.
Sally: No! No, it's not.
Tommy: Finally, the last box.
Harry: My back is killing me.
Sally: Oh. Y-you gotta keep it loose. Hey, you know what you do? You go down, you get all of Nina's stuff off the truck, and then you go back to our place, get my stuff, and bring it back here.
Harry: Boy. You really think it'll work?
Sally: Well, I'm willing to give it a shot.
Tommy: Actually, my back feels fine.
Sally: Oh, get moving!