Cliff: Yeah, that was my postal supervisor. They need me down at the branch office to help handle the holiday deluge. Ah, terrific, and now this. My coat's underneath this mess. All right, everybody. Come on up here and get your jackets. This is official government business.
Sam: Carla.
Carla: Got it, Sam. Stand back. I'm going in. I'll find you-
[Carla disappears into the rack and emerges with a red, woman's coat]
Cliff: This is obviously not my-
Carla: Put it on or I tear off your clothes.
Cliff: Yes, ma'am. Yes, God bless you, Carla. [sniffs the coat] Well, at least dogs won't attack their own.