Norm: Carla, my dear, you're forgetting, like, the basic principle of advertising. Lying.
Carla: Oh, sure, I could tell him I got no kids, right?
Norm: Right. Right.
Carla: I could tell him that I'm 21, 5'9"...
Norm: Right.
Carla: ...gorgeous green eyes, flaming red hair and ta-tas till Tuesday. But how am I gonna explain the way I really look when he sees me?
Sam: Stress?
Carla: Hey, all right, next time I spill my guts, remind me to do it in front of friends.
Sam: I was just trying to cheer you up.
Carla: I am in no mood to be cheered up. Next guy tries to cheer me up is gonna get open-face surgery. [exits]
Norm: I don't get it. She's got ta-tas till Monday afternoon at least.