Diane: You clever girl, you.
Carla: What?
Diane: I know what you're up to, you sly boots. Got to hand it to you, pretty smart.
Carla: I don't know what you're talking about.
Diane: Yes, you do. Marshall's not the father of that child.
Carla: Maybe he is and maybe he isn't.
Diane: Come on, Carla. You can tell me. I'm proud of you. This shows real initiative.
Carla: Well, since you already guessed, you're right, he's not the father. I lied so he'd support it. [laughs]
Diane: What a great, great plan.
Carla: Yeah, well, I hate to sing my own praises.
Diane: Well, don't sing your own praises. Why don't you hum a few bars of this tune? [Carla screams as Diane pulls her hair]