Carla: Okay, Sammy, spill your guts. What's the matter?
Sam: Carla, I just said that I- I want-
Carla: Yeah, but you're gonna end up telling me eventually, so you might as well get it over with. Go on, make you feel better.
Sam: Just keep this to yourself. Remember how I went over to Denise's house? Well, she she didn't invite me over for a good time. She wanted to show me something.
Carla: What?
Sam: My child. Seven pounds, ten ounces, a baby boy. [Carla laughs] What's so funny? [laughing continues]
Carla: Sam Malone finally got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Sam: Carla, come on. This is serious.
Carla: Oh, of course it is, Sam. But I really think you're gonna be okay, you know?
Sam: Yeah?
Carla: Just remember this. This little piggy went to market... [laughs]