Carla: I've been trying to figure out your strategy.
Sam: Hmm.
Carla: You know, I've always admired you for being sort of a selfish, egotistical pig.
Sam: Why, thank you, Carla.
Carla: But suddenly, you're locking chauffeurs in closets, and giving going-away parties. It's like you're bending over backwards to help Boss Howe score with Mega-Boss Drake.
Sam: Mm-hmm.
Carla: This kind of self-sacrifice isn't like you, and it's scaring me. Please, please, tell me you have some sleazy ulterior motive.
Sam: Fear not, little one.
Carla: Aha. [laughs] So you don't think they're gonna make it.
Sam: I just wanted to bring this whole thing to a boil, so when it blows up, I can swoop in and gather up the pieces. I call it my, uh, vulture position.
Carla: Sammy?
Sam: Mm-hmm.
Carla: You've got Wessonality.