Rebecca: Carla, your psychic called.
Carla: Madame Lazora called me?
Rebecca: Yeah, she's coming by today.
Carla: Madame Lazora is coming by?
Rebecca: Maybe she just wants to say hello.
Carla: Oh, no, no, no, no. You don't understand. Madame Lazora does not just say hello. She must have had a horrible premonition of me getting hurt or killed or... or pregnant.