Diane: Well, I'm off, Sam. Sixth row center for the Royal Shakespeare Company. I still have the extra ticket if you happened to have changed your mind.
Sam: I- I just don't like that stuff. All those guys jumping around stabbing each other in their leotards. I- I'm sorry.
Diane: Come on. I don't want to go alone.
Sam: I- I know. I know.
Carla: Did I hear right? You're leaving early?
Diane: I'm going to a play.
Carla: Fine. I'll just stay here, work my butt to the bone, while the boss's fiance takes another day off.
Sam: Hey, come on. We're not that busy around here. What're you doing? As a matter of fact, why don't why don't you go to the play with Diane?
Diane: Ha. How about it, Carla? We rarely do things together.
Carla: We never do things together.
Diane: It'll be fun. It'll broaden your horizons.
Carla: You- What're you saying? l- l'm going to get the afternoon off if I go to the play with Bleachbag?
Sam: Only if you go to the play with Bleachbag.
Carla: It's a deal.
Diane: [laughs] I'm so excited. I've been waiting months for this production to arrive.
Carla: Sounds good.
Diane: Bye-bye.
Sam: Bye-bye.
Carla: I'll bring the pork rinds, you bring the beer. We'll make spit wads out of the programs.
Diane: [hands her ticket to Al] Take this. Follow her. Enjoy.
Al: Hey, honey, wait up.