Diane: A Bloody Mary for you. Vodka Collins, and an Old Fashioned, light on the bitters.
Carla: Oh, Diane, look, I think you got it perfect this time. Every drink wrong.
Man: My God, what is this?
Carla: Boy, does your waitressing stink!
Diane: My waitressing does not stink.
Carla: It does, too.
Diane: It doesn't.
Carla: Does.
Diane: If I really put my mind to it, I could waitress circles around you.
Carla: You stink!
Diane: I smell a wager, Carla.
Carla: No, you smell your waitressing.