Carla: Here you are, sweetheart. Just the way you like it.
Eddie LeBec: Oh, thanks. I thought you forgot us.
Carla: Oh, no! I was just carrying another keg in from the garage. [doorbell rings] Oh, let me get that, baby face.
Eddie LeBec: And when you're through with that, could you grab me a beer?
Carla: Anything you want. [kisses Eddie]
Norm: Me, too, please.
Carla: What do I look like, a waitress? [hits Norm on the head with her serving tray]