Carla: Oh, Sam, she doesn't recognize me. That means that I can take my time and work out my plan for revenge.
Sam: She did have a mark on her ankle?
Carla: Mark, schmark. It must have healed. I'm going to think of something slow and hideous.
Sam: You know, I have a suggestion for you, Carla.
Carla: What?
Sam: Do nothing.
Carla: With the body?
Sam: No, I'm telling you to turn the other cheek.
Carla: Oh, Sammy, mooning her isn't enough. I want to hurt her.