Carla: She's exactly what we need. A career waitress.
Sam: You are?
Lillian: Oh, that I am, Mr. Malone. You see, I'm one of those fortunate people who felt the irresistible tug of their true calling early in life. [puts down her purse, picks up a bar towel] When I was but 18, I filled in one day for a mate at a pub. Excuse me. [wipes down a table] I realized that day that I could have no happier or finer destiny in store than distributing refreshments in a public house. Oh, through the years I've lead many a rugger side in a bawdy song, and countless times offered my shoulder to cry on. But never once have I regretted my decision. I shall consider my life well spent if it can be honestly carved on my gravestone, "Lillian Huxley never kept a thirsty man waiting for his ale, and she always brought him a wee bit more than a pint." [applause]
Carla: Bravo!
Sam: I'm not too sure I like her attitude.