Carla: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Diane: Just having a little late-night fun.
Carla: Listen, pencil neck, you're starting to get on my nerves.
Diane: Please don't call me pencil neck. I am not a pencil neck.
Carla: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you pencil neck, gozzlehead.
Diane: Name calling. The last refuge of the monosyllabic.
Carla: I don't know what that means but I heard slob in there.