Sam: Hey, Chuck, how's the job search going?
Chuck: I got something, Sam, but I'm not crazy about it. I'm a janitor at a biology lab where they do DNA experiments, making mutant viruses and stuff.
Sam: Sounds like a pretty good job to me.
Chuck: I don't know. Makes me a little nervous, you know, all that weird stuff floating around.
Carla: Ah, hey, don't worry about it.
Norm: Don't sweat it.
Sam: Yeah, of course, they handle all that stuff.
Chuck: Yeah, I guess you're right. Must be getting a little paranoid, huh?
Carla: Yeah.
Chuck: See you later. You know, I feel better already.
Carla: Bye-bye.
Sam: Bye.
[After Chuck leaves, everybody in the bar starts spraying and wiping down surfaces.]
Cliff: Sammy, he used the phone.
[After Sam tosses Norm an aerosol spray to give to Cliff, Carla throws Sam a cloth to pick up Chuck's glass without touching it]