Sam: Excuse me. Excuse me. Uh... Come over here for a second, will you? I want to pour you a glass of champagne. Interesting thing about this bottle: it was presented to me for being the hottest single guy in Boston, but, you know, until you walked through that door, I have never found anyone I wanted to share it with.
Paula: I don't drink champagne. Thanks. [walks away]
Sam: Whoo! What just happened here, guys?
Norm: Well, you got shot down, Sam.
Sam: Uh, you know, you read about those kind of things but you never think they're gonna happen to you.
Norm: Well, you know, maybe she's seeing someone else.
Sam: I don't see how that's relevant.
Cliff: You know, Sammy, maybe she's one of these women who, uh, coaches basketball and does her own carpentry, if you know what I mean.
Sam: Let's go with that, shall we, gentlemen?