Sam: You okay?
Carla: I feel like puke.
Sam: Well, you're wearing the right uniform. Want to talk about it?
Carla: No, what's there to say about a no-good, ice-eating little geek like Eddie LeBec. He's known since a week ago that I got his bun in my oven, and what the hell has he done about it? Jack Diddley.
Sam: Don't look now, but your ice-eating geek just walked in.
Carla: Don't you just love him?