Rebecca: Come on, you guys. My favorite college professor's coming to town. I've invited her to dinner. Oh, Sam, straighten up all those cocktail napkins. I want all the jokes pointing in the same direction.
Sam: Whoa, whoa. Don't you think you're going overboard on these superficial little things? I mean, who's going to notice?
Rebecca: Sam, your hair's clumping up a little bit on this side.
Sam: What? Oh, hey, guys, you're supposed to tell me when this happens!