Carla: Hey, Clavin, why don't you wise up? She's probably just coming over here to dump you. By the way, if I'm in the back room when she comes, would somebody call me?
Cliff: Well, you know, uh, Carla, I gave that possibility some consideration. And I figured that if that dame wanted to shove this lug in the dead-letter file, she would've 86'd me with a postcard and a 2-bit stamp.
Woody: Sam, is it me, or is Mr. Clavin starting to sound like Raymond Chandler?