Sam: You know, I'm sorry. I think this is a mistake. I mean, it's a tough town out there... Norm, am I right?
Norm: Most employers wouldn't spit on you if your hair was on fire.
Carla: Oh, but you'll make it, kid. I know you will. You've got moxie.
Diane: I know. I know. You all think I'm nothing but a hot house orchid, unequipped to survive in anything but a rarefied atmosphere. Well, I'll have you know, there's weed in me.
Carla: [claps] What a farewell speech. It went on exactly the right length. Any more would have been too much of a good thing.