Carla: Well... For a refreshing change, Carla Tortelli ends up without the guy.
Sam: This shirt's drip-dry if you want to give it a...
Carla: No, no, come on. It's happened so many times, my tear ducts are all dried up. Why don't you go on home, Sam? Come on. I'll clean up here.
Sam: Is that what you want?
Carla: Yeah, yeah, I think I want to be alone for awhile.
Sam: Okay but if you want someone to talk to, I'll be over at Diane's. So, you know, if you want to call, just go ahead. Please call.
Carla: Thanks, Sam. Good night.
[After Sam leaves, Carla puts the tape Eddie gave her into a tape recorder. "O, Canada" plays on a pipe organ]
Male Singer: [on tape] O, Canada, our home and [Carla joins in] native land True patriot love ? [male singer only] In all thy sons command With glowing hearts, we see thee rise The True North strong and free