Carla: Poor Coach! After all you went through with Sam, seeing him right back where he was.
Coach: Really, Carla, it's eating me up. I'm telling you, I'm so desperate I feel like I'm going to do something crazy. As a matter of fact, I am going to do something crazy!
Cliff: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute, Coach. What are you going to do?
Coach: I know exactly what Sam needs. [puts on his coat and heads for the door]
Carla: Coach, your apron!
Coach: He's got an apron!