Carla: Oh, puke.
Sam: What?
Carla: Will you cut it out? I mean, that is the sappiest junk I've ever heard. Look, you've proven your point. You can go out with classy dames like her. You can go out with anybody. Now, you've had your fun. I want you to just quit fooling around, march right out there, and find yourself an airhead with big casabas.
Sam: What the heck has gotten into you, Carla?
Carla: Sammy, it's just not right. You are not a one-woman guy. I mean, it's like the time of your great sickness.
Sam: When I went out with Diane.
Carla: That's right. You're starting to get me worried.