Carla: Hey, boss, last of the riffraff just cleared out of here. You want to lock up?
Rebecca: Sure, Carla, can you show me how a key works again?
Carla: Oh, brother, you been in there drinking all night?
Rebecca: Carla, I am celebrating. I think that I am the luckiest woman in the world. I'm going to marry the geek tycoon. And you know, he's going to give me money and jewels and all sorts of rich stuff. I am going to be so rich, I can stink and no one will even tell me.
Carla: I'm sure you two will be very happy together.
Rebecca: I'm sure I will, too. I'm gonna spend the rest of my life living in big, old mansions, wearing fabulous clothes and being real nasty to the help.
Carla: You feeling sorry for yourself because you have to marry a rich guy? Boo-hoo, boo-hoo.
Rebecca: Come on, Carla. You wouldn't trade Eddie for him.
Carla: I'd trade Eddie for a ride in his car. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Spam casserole lurking in the oven. [Martin Teal walks in] Hey, we're the same size.