Nick Tortelli: Listen, tonight after work, me and you, what do you say, like the old times? All right, we'll go over to the White Castle, get some burgers and then catch some wrestling? There's a couple of great grudge matches tonight, huh?
Carla: Forget it, Nick. I'd enjoy that with a classy guy, but you and I aren't happening.
Nick Tortelli: Carla, what do I have to do? Don't you believe that people change? I'm telling you, you hit rock bottom, then you've got to change or there's no living with yourself otherwise. Sam understands that. He was a stinking drunk.
Sam: I had a problem, Nick.
Nick Tortelli: And good Miss Diane understands. She's hustling hooch now. It wasn't too long ago she was strapped to a bed in the drooling academy.
Diane: It was only once that I was restrained to my bed for my own safety when psychotropic drugs affected my sense of balance. And that was only for a week and a half, I was told. And anyway, what are we talking about me for?
Nick Tortelli: Carla, why will you not relent?
Carla: Because I don't believe you have it in you to be true to me. I think if Loretta came back and wanted you, you would go to her.
Nick Tortelli: Carla, you're going to believe me one day and I'm going to hang in until you do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to finish oiling the coasters on Sam's office chair. Uh, fixing the big wheel's little wheels.
Sam: I appreciate it, Nick.