Tracy: Are you all right?
Sam: No. No, I'm trying to get a gift for my boss. Everything's closed, I'm cold, it's wet and I'm miserable.
Tracy: Well, I've got plenty of presents here. Maybe you could use one of these?
Sam: Well... you must be an angel. You don't have wings under there, do you?
Tracy: Mm-hmm.
Sam: What?
Tracy: I'm a stewardess.
Sam: Oh. Oh. Oh, God. Oh, bless your heart. Hey!
Tracy: Well, let's let's see what I've got.
Sam: Oh, thank you. Okay. Oh, well. What's this, uh, this one right here?
Tracy: Oh, those are ear muffs. But you don't want those, they're too impersonal and boring.
Sam: No, they'd be perfect for her.
Tracy: Your boss is a her?
Sam: Yeah, well rumor has it.