Sam: So, when do you start?
Diane: Um, well, I'm not sure yet.
Sam: How come?
Diane: Well, the job isn't exactly, officially, technically, completely, finally definite.
Carla: You don't have the job?
Diane: No. I've got the job.
Carla: You mean I poured out my heart for nothing? [pounds her head against the bar]