Carla: I don't get it. I just don't get it! That's everybody, right? Geez, I... Unless, unless I met someone. That's it. Mr. Right walked into the bar, swept me off my feet, and we made mad, passionate love all night long. He's probably coming back for me tonight.
Sam: You could be right. I'll bet that's what it is.
Carla: It's gotta be, because everybody here checks out, thank God. I know I didn't miss anybody.
Paul: [enters] Hey, sexy. [slaps Carla's ass] [sings] Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you...
Carla: [screaming]