Sam: Hold on a second here. You're not- You're not serious about quitting Cheers, are you? Because if you are-
Carla: No, you don't have to tell me. I can read your mind. You're afraid that we're gonna grow apart, and we're not gonna be friends anymore, because I'll be a psychic, and you'll be a lowly bartender.
Sam: Honey, you remember when you- you were reading my mind? Well you- you didn't get as much right as you thought.
Carla: Oh, yeah? What did I get wrong?
Sam: Everything.
Carla: But everything was so clear! Well, okay, maybe I didn't read your mind, but I was definitely reading somebody's mind, because those images were as clear as day.
Sam: Come on, Carla.
Carla: Okay. All right. Who here had a mother with black hair and a Labrador retriever? Come on! I can't be the only one! Oh!