Carla: Oh, man, this is gonna be good.
Sam: Laundry? He sends you his laundry?
Carla: Yeah, once a month, but this has got to be some kind of joke. I mean, he wouldn't send it on our anniversary. There's got to be a present packed in here. Right? Oh, that Eddie what a guy. Packing a present in some laundry. It's got to be in here somewhere. I guess I was wrong. What are you all looking at? [they all turn their gaze] What are you avoiding looking at? I know what you guys think. You think he forgot. You think my marriage is in big trouble and Eddie's turning into my typical creep husband. Well, it's not true, so just go back to your stupid lives. Norm, order a beer. Clavin, bore us. Oh, Woody, why don't you tell us about how another one of your relatives lost a body part in some farm equipment?
Woody: I ever tell you about my Aunt Lefty?
Carla: Shut up. Just go on back to your sad, pathetic lives. Me, I'm going home. I'm going to go sit in a dark room and have some fun. [phone ringing] Putting on a Gene Pitney record and I'm gonna slice Eddie's face out of every picture in the house.