Diane: Well, why don't you bring your remarkable powers to bear and enlighten me as to what my future holds?
Sam: [chuckles] I'm probably gonna regret this, but you could work here. [Diane laughs]
Carla: Sam.
Sam: [to Diane] Shut up for a second, will you?
Carla: I need- I need two vodka gimlets, one straight up, one blended, rocks, one Chivas rocks, soda, a Comfort Manhattan, hold the cherry, a white wine spritzer with a twist, one Old Bushmill Irish decaf, hold the sugar.
Diane: What makes you think I would ever work in a place like this?
Sam: It's simple, really. You can't go back to the professor for work. I need a waitress. You need a job. You like the people here. You think that they like you. And the phrase "magnificent pagan beast" has never left your mind.
Diane: Now, look, buster. I do need a job. And I'll find one. And you can bet that it won't be waiting tables.
Sam: What are you qualified to do?
Diane: Nothing. But somewhere, there is a job that I'm perfect for, that's perfect for me. I'll find it. And when I do, I'll know it.
Sam: Carla, what am I making?
Diane: Two vodka gimlets, one straight up, one blended, rocks, one Chivas rocks, soda, a Comfort Manhattan, hold the cherry, a white wine spritzer with a twist, one Old Bushmill Irish decaf, hold the sugar. [Diane looks shocked at herself]