Rebecca: Carla, it's almost midnight. Any sign?
Carla: [sighs] Not one blue suede shoe. I guess Elvis has disappointed me again.
Rebecca: Well, I'm sure the King had a lot of other people to visit around the world.
Carla: Yeah, well, he isn't showing up here or anywhere else tonight. [blows out candles]
Delivery Guy: [enters] Uh, I have flowers for a Miss Tortelli.
Carla: That's me.
Delivery Guy: Here you go.
Carla: Oh. Thanks. "Carla, I wonder if you're lonesome tonight. The King." [gasps] Oh, my God. Oh! I knew it. I knew I knew he'd come through. I knew he wouldn't let me down.
Rebecca: But just a minute ago, you know, you started to doubt that...
Carla: I did not doubt. I never doubted. I'm going home, Becs. I'm going home. I'm gonna stay up all night. I'm gonna listen to every record Elvis ever made, even "In the Ghetto."