Dot Carroll: Hey! Aren't you a waitress at that bar?
Carla: What?
Dot Carroll: I don't believe for a second that you two are man and wife.
Carla: I don't know what you're talking about. I'm Vera Peterson, Norm's wife.
Dot Carroll: Okay, if you two are so happily married, let's see a big, open-mouthed, sloppy kiss. Right now.
Norm: We don't have to do that.
Carla: That's right. That's for the privacy of our boudoir.
Dot Carroll: If I don't see some evidence of your happy marriage, I'm gonna go through your receipts with a fine-tooth comb.
Norm: Honey?
[Norm and Carla reluctantly approach it other. They put their arms around each other and lean in slowly...]
Carla: I'm sorry, Norm. You're gonna fry.