Carla: Anyway, I really hate her.
Sam: "Her"? Whoa, a woman? Oh, is she married?
Carla: Who'd marry her?
Sam: An unmarried woman. Might take me all of five minutes to get my job back.
Carla: Ha-ha-ha.
Sam: Why? What? Oh, no, what, is she one of those pasty-faced little business school graduates with thick glasses and her hair pulled back so tight she hears through her eyes, one of those?
Carla: She's coming right now. Why don't you be the judge of that?
Sam: Watch this. I came up with a few new grabbers while I was out at sea. [sees Rebecca] Mm-boo-ah.