Diane: Telling me that story was reprehensible.
Carla: Oh, lighten up. You wanna be my friend? You wanna get along? Let your hair down.
Diane: How about I take your hair and scour the sink with it? [Cliff runs away]
Carla: Is that a Brillo shot?
Diane: Only if it offends you.
Carla: You sound like a lady who is getting tired of her teeth.
Diane: I'm tired of your teeth and all the vermicelli in between. [Sam holds Carla back as she lunges at Diane]