Sam: Maybe I should go get you a beer, huh?
Carla: Why don't you go to Germany to get one.
Darryl Mead: You seem to know a lot about baseball, Carla. You remind me of my first hitting coach.
Carla: Bet I look cuter in black underwear.
Darryl Mead: Yeah, but he could probably spit tobacco farther.
Carla: Don't count on it.