Diane: I've got some lovely roast beef for a sandwich. Oh, Carla, if it bothers you, I could eat in the back.
Carla: Oh, no, no. I was a little nauseous before, but I'm fine now.
Diane: Oh, great.
Carla: You know, I'm starting to feel a little hungry myself. Would you mind handing me my lunch there, Coach? Thanks. Thank you. Mind if I join you, Diane?
Diane: Not at all.
Carla: You know, that's another thing about pregnancy: you get cravings. Green olive, red pimiento, nice juicy anchovy. Now, you open the little anchovy's mouth. Red pimiento. Stuff it into the anchovy's mouth. Sugar.
Diane: I think I've just lost my appetite... for ever. [exits]
Carla: Works every time. [takes a bite of Diane's sandwich]