Carla: I hate this uniform. It is ugly. It makes me look like a beached whale. And on top of everything I can't find any earrings to go with it.
Sam: Try some broccoli.
Carla: Ha-ha-ha! I mean it, Sam. I really hate it.
Woody: Oh, I used to like it, but now I'm getting kind of tired of it. Feel like I'm wearing the same thing every day.
Sam: Listen, I'm not a big fan of them either but let's just give it our best here. Come on. Come on.
Carla: Come on, Sam, can't you just talk to the Iron Maiden? Convince her to get rid of them. Come on.
Sam: Oh, Miss Howe, uh, about the uniforms.
Rebecca: Oh, I'm glad you reminded me. The dry cleaning plant is on strike. Now, we may not have fresh uniforms for at least a week, so I want you to be extra careful with those. [exits]
Sam: [pours beverages down shirt] Oops.
Carla: [uses water hose to drench uniform] Oh, no.
Woody: Um you guys are going to get it. Didn't you hear what Miss Howe just got through... [Sam and Carla mess up Woody's uniform] [laughing] I get it. [Woody pours orange juice over his uniform]