Rebecca: Mr. Malone, remember that reception you talked me into? Well, it seems that the bride is in my office and she's having a little problem with the groom. She wants him to die with festering boils.
Sam: It's just the usual prenuptial jitters. It'll be all right.
Rebecca: It will not be all right. I invited my boss, and he's really excited about this. Now, if Mr. Drake shows up here expecting a reception and there isn't a reception, I'm gonna have egg all over my face.
Cliff: Actually, uh, you know, most complexion experts swear by the old egg facial. It tightens one's pores. [off Rebecca's look] Although yours look pretty tight to me.