Carla: Yeah, I better give her my present now, too.
Sam: You- You gave Rebecca a present, too? You don't even like her. What are you doing?
Carla: It's a Christmas tradition, Sam. It's called kissing up.
Woody: Yeah, and besides, I'd sure feel like a doofus if I didn't get anything for Miss Howe, and she got all those wonderful presents for us.
Sam: Oh, man! I didn't get her anything.
Carla: Oh, well, don't feel bad, Sam. I mean, just because everybody else got her something. The pretzel salesman, the beer distributor, the relief bartender, that guy she fired after one day.
Sam: Yeah, yeah, yeah, wait a minute, though. All those guys are just trying to get her in the sack. I got some shopping to do.