Carla: You OK? What's so funny?
Sam: I'm sorry. Uh... I can't tell you. It's... It's... It's... It's not something that a man can tell a woman. This is something a man can only tell a whole crowd of people. Get the guys!
Carla: Hey, you nimrods, trash flash! Step into Mr. Malone's office, and assume the trash position.
Tony: What's up?
Norm: Heh heh heh!
Sam: Well, it appears that our lovely miss Rebecca has been having X-rated dreams about a certain young man that we all know and admire.
Woody: That guy with the wavy brown hair who comes in here all sweaty after bowling?
Sam: No, Woody. Me.
Woody: I thought you said he has young.