Carla: Mmm, pretty good Blue Moon.
Woody: You mean it's already a drink?
Sam: Aw, don't feel disappointed there, Woody. Every combination in the world's been done to death by now. You couldn't possibly invent anything new.
Diane: [phone rings] [answers phone] Hello, Cheers.
Carla: Hey, Woody, gin and tonic.
Woody: Oh, uh, somebody's already invented that.
Carla: No, you horseshoe, I'm ordering one.