Carla: Well, well, this calls for a celebration. Waters all around.
Sam: Why, what?
Carla: Oh, this is truly sad. I mean, a guy who would never settle for less than eight dates a week is doing back-flips over a lousy "maybe."
Sam: Hey, come on, that's progress for me and Rebecca.
Carla: Face facts. You had it once but you lost it. You ain't nothing but Clavin in a good shirt.
Norm: Yeah, I guess we're gonna have to go shopping for a new hero.
Sam: Oh, guys, guys, I can't believe my ears.
Woody: Well, Sam, your ears are the least of your problems.