Sam: Gosh, darn it, Brenda. I guess Carla just thought you were overqualified. You know what might ease that sting of rejection you're feeling right now? What would happen if I were to slip into some tight jeans this weekend and have you over to my place for a banana daiquiri?
Brenda: Do you have a fireplace?
Sam: No, but I got a sofa that's flammable.
Brenda: That'd be fine.
Sam: All right. You take care now. Bye-bye.