Sam: Don't work too hard there, Diane.
Diane: I don't mind. Our wedding day draws ever nearer, and all this conditioning is simply preparation for that special moment. When you and I exchange rings, my hands must be pristine, because everyone's eyes will be on my fingers.
Carla: And everyone's fingers'll be down their throats.
Diane: Oh, Carla. Sweet, pathetic Carla. Can't you see that I am in far too good a mood to let your petty asides bother me? I'm afraid you'll just have to find some other way of bugging me.
Carla: If you insist.
[Carla pushes Diane's still wet nails into the pile of cotton balls]