Carla: Sammy, come on. It's late. It's time to go home. It's my turn to lock up. Besides, you look tired. You need your rest. And you might do something stupid that you'll regret for the rest of your life. Go on.
Sam: Would you relax, please? Do I look like a guy who's about to do something stupid?
Carla: Always. That's not the point, Sam.