Carla: You know, Sam, when Diane left for Europe - thank you, God - you promised you were going to hire an actual waitress, not one of these girls that you love and leave. They're bad for business. They never last for more than a week and I end up doing all the work.
Sam: Well, that's why I'm allowing you to give your approval before I hire them, but you don't have to be so picky.
Carla: All I want is someone who doesn't make us think of the word boob at the same time.