Rebecca: What? What? What?
Carla: Look, look, look, I wouldn't have butted in, but I know that tonight is your last chance to tell the boss you got a case of the screaming thigh sweats for him.
Rebecca: How did you know that?
Carla: Woody put out a special edition of the newsletter.
Rebecca: Why didn't I just write it on the bathroom wall?
Carla: I'm way ahead of you. Anyway, look, I've been down this road a few times myself, and take it from a pro, there is one thing you always have to do before you tell a guy you love him.
Rebecca: What's that?
Carla: Lose the mustache. [hands Rebecca a razor]