Carla: I must be doing somethin' right. A guy just gave me a ten dollar tip on a $30 bar tab.
Norm: That's a single.
Carla: Oh, man. Well, I might as well get this over with. Woody, cover for me. I shouldn't put this off any longer.
Cliff: There you go, now you're thinking there, Carla. Get those eyes checked out properly.
Carla: Forget that. I'm going to run the cheapskate over like a dog.
Cliff: Well, if your eyes are in such great shape, then how come you took my car keys by mistake?
Carla: That was no mistake. You think I want his blood and hair on my fender?