Carla: Woody, let me have a C.C., rocks... Something with a twist and whatever else table ten was drinking.
Sam: Boy, your batteries are running low there, Carla.
Carla: I got two sick kids, kept me up half the night. The neighbor's dog went into heat at 5:00 this morning. And I am in the middle of a double shift here.
Norm: Well, on the bright side, you look like hell.
Sam: Oh, dear. I think this calls for drastic measures. G-6?
Norm: Yeah.
Carla: Oh, no. Not G-6.
[Carla starts dancing as "Shout" by the Isley Brothers plays. When she reaches Sam by the jukebox, she pulls the plug]
Carla: And leave it off.