Cliff: Hey, Carla, you know something? This is the, uh, first time we've ever been alone together.
Carla: Please, I'm eating.
Cliff: Can I ask you a question?
Carla: Who's stopping you?
Cliff: How come you're always getting on me?
Carla: Is it my fault you're such a yutz? And as long as we're asking questions, what are you doing here tonight?
Cliff: Well, having a little beer and a little pizza, and, uh... helping a friend through a scary night.
Carla: You think I'm scared? I'm not scared.
Cliff: No, Carla, look, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Remember what, uh, Ernest Hemingway said...
Carla: Would you shut up?
Cliff: No, I think that was Jack London.