Rebecca: You know, the most wonderful thing just happened to me on the way over here.
Sam: And what is that?
Rebecca: I was in a car accident.
Norm: Oh, yeah. Nothing like a little broken glass and twisted metal to put the spring back in your step.
Rebecca: No. This was actually just a Fender-bender, but the bender happens to be a plastic surgeon. Now, he doesn't want me to report this to the insurance company, so he said he will give me the plastic surgery procedure of my choice. Isn't that great?
Norm: Whoo!
Carla: He'll only do one thing?
Rebecca: Uh-huh.
Carla: Report the accident.