Diane: What's up? Come on! I hate this. Tell me.
Sam: Really, it's nothing at all.
Diane: Something in the paper, eh? "The Miss Boston Barmaid compet-" Oh, I hate female contests with every fiber of my being. [All the guys but Sam walk away] Why did you want me to see this?
Sam: Uh, just to make sure that you felt the same way about it that we did.
Norm: Disgusting.
Coach: Terrible.
Diane: What kind of a ninny would let herself be entered in a contest like that?
Carla: This kind.
Diane: That's me!
Carla: Takes guts to admit it.