Carla: Sammy, I hear you got a sure thing lined up, huh?
Sam: Mm, no, I never like to use the term "sure thing." I prefer the term "in the bag." [Cliff scoffs] What? What?
Cliff: Ah, Sammy, come on. Isn't this, you know, pretending to be a phony-bologna dancer a little bit beneath you? I mean, when I go picking up girls, I don't need all that stuff. All I need is a wink and a smile.
Carla: And a rag doused with chloroform.