Cliff: So, uh, Carla, you're seeing old #33 again tonight, huh?
Carla: No, Cliff, Eddie's got a game tonight.
Norm: Yeah, after a couple of nights with you, he's looking for something a little less strenuous to do, eh?
Carla: Listen, you couch potatoes, don't get the wrong idea. There's nothing serious between us. We're just friends.
Cliff: Well, you say that, Carla, but why am I picking up the subtle fragrance of la belle amour?
Carla: You know, I like Eddie well enough. And what can I say? It's kind of a kick dating a star. I mean, I've never been out before with a guy who has a driver come and pick him up and take him anywhere he wants to go.
Sam: Ooh, he's got a limousine?
Carla: No, he has me.