Diane: Sam. We'll lock up, don't worry about it. Now is the time. This is the place. Unchecked rage is like a festering wound.
Carla: Laughs aplenty tonight.
Sam: Look. You expect me to I leave the two of you down here without a referee?
Diane: Come on. What could happen, huh?
Sam: Uh, nothing, nothing. Two women left alone, who hate each other, in a room filled with glass and alcohol. Silly.