Lilith: Oh, that's the hospital. I'm on call. With any luck, it will be one of my manic-depressives and the evening will take an upturn.
Norm: Well, you gotta love her, don't you?
Lilith: Excuse me, miss? Would you please inform Dr. Crane that I had to leave on an emergency? And kindly relay this message: "I've had a very uncomfortable evening, and I don't think we should see each other in the future, except professionally."
Carla: What? No good-night kiss?
Lilith: I kiss only as a prelude to passion.
Sam: Well, we've been warned.