Gloria LeBec: Carla. Carla, what are you doing here? I told you to stay home today. I've been worried sick about the way you've been shaking. I want you to go home right now and get some rest. I left a pot of minestrone on the stove.
Carla: Are you from hell?
Gloria LeBec: And I don't want you to worry about missing your pay here, because I'm going to finish your shift.
Carla: You are from hell. She is, she's from hell, Sam. From hell.
Gloria LeBec: Calm down...
Carla: No! No! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! You know about the money! Admit it! You know! I know you know! Oh, why are you torturing me like this? All right, all right, here it is. Here it is. Here's half of the 50,000 bucks from Eddie's insurance money. Here. Take it!
Gloria LeBec: Eddie had insurance money? I didn't know that.
Carla: Give me that! Oh, my God. Oh, the hell with it. Here. Take it. Great. I'm not shaking anymore. I can go back to hustling drinks. Oh, joy.
Gloria LeBec: So that's why you were shaking? Because your conscience was bothering you, and now out of the goodness of your heart, you're giving me all this money even though it's rightfully yours?
Carla: That's right, Gloria.
Gloria LeBec: What a chump.
Carla: What?
Gloria LeBec: Just because of a little shaking. Huh. No wonder Eddie wanted another wife.