Carla: I mean, for God's sakes, Sammy, who'd be stupid enough to touch Diane? Besides you.
Sam: Good point. You know, uh, yeah, what am I worried about here?
Diane: [enters] Oh, Rick, you really came through.
[Sam jumps over the bar and goes tog rab Rick]
Diane: Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam! Rick was kind enough to drive me to work when my car broke down.
Sam: I knew that. l, uh I just wanted to give him a thank-you shake. Thank you, thank you.
Rick: Uh, maybe I'll, uh, take a rain check on that drink. Uh, good luck with your marriage.