Rebecca: What's going on here?
Carla: Whatever do you mean?
Rebecca: Sam and Woody are trying desperately to kiss me.
Carla: Boy, someone's a little full of herself, isn't she?
Rebecca: Come on, Carla. What's the story here? One woman to another.
Carla: Why would I tell you something about my two closest best friends in the whole world?
Rebecca: I'll give you a paid day off.
Carla: They got a bet. They want to see who could kiss you by the end of the shift tonight.
Rebecca: Why would they do such an asinine, juvenile, thing?
Carla: Look at the contestants. Actually, Woody's doing it 'cause they were razzing him. Sam's trying to prove he still got it. Other than that, just cheap thrills.
Rebecca: Don't tell them I know.
Carla: Wait a minute. You're not cooking up something that's going to humiliate my friends and make them look stupid, are you?
Rebecca: Well, yeah.
Carla: How can I help?