Carla: More coffee for Chuckles.
Sam: Who?
Carla: That guy over there. Haven't you noticed him? He's been sitting there for a couple hours drinking coffee and staring at us.
Sam: So, what's the problem?
Carla: I'll tell you what's the problem. He doesn't smile. He doesn't talk. He looks at me like I'm not there. You'd think I'd slept with him or something.