Carla: Oh, give me a copy! That proves it. There is no God.
Coach: That little pixie. She didn't say a word about it.
Sam: Well, no, she doesn't know a thing about it. I entered her without telling her.
Carla: Why, Sam? Just to cause me anguish?
Sam: All right. All right, she's not the best waitress in the world. But she makes the other categories. "Perky, pert, congenial and fun."
Carla: And I don't?
Sam: Sweetheart, you cannot join the contest. You're pregnant.
Carla: So? Proves I'm congenial.
Sam: Good point.