Carla: What happened? And I already know it's bad.
Sam: No, it's worse than you think. Lillian thought that I wanted to go out with her. She's sitting in there with a case of the third-degree Sammies.
Carla: [hits Sam with her bar towel] I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.
Sam: Don't panic, will you? Just trust me, I can handle this. We need a solution. I can always fall back on the truth, I guess.
Carla: No, you can't do that. Nuh-uh. If you tell her you're not interested now, she's going to get hurt and quit. If she gets hurt and quits, I'll be hurt and quit. If I get hurt and quit, then you'll be as good as dead.
Sam: Oh, boy, what am I going to do? My mind doesn't work like this. It's trained to get women into bed. What would Diane do?
Carla: Talk till we puke.
Sam: Probably.