Sam: Yeah, well, I still wouldn't trade places with poor old Robin.
Carla: Poor old Robin happens to be one of the richest, most powerful men in the world. Not to mention being generally gorgeous.
Sam: Yeah, but he hasn't gotten anywhere through Becca, has he?
Carla: You didn't get anywhere with that babe, either.
Sam: I'm not one of the richest, most powerful men in the world. I'm just a lowly bartender. What's his excuse?
Norm: Good point, Sammy.
Sam: I know why she's not going to bed with that guy. There's this little voice in the back of her head that keeps saying, "Wouldn't you really rather drive a Sammy?" That poor chump doesn't stand a chance.