Carla: You know... Thank you. You know, there are moments when I wanna spill my guts, know what I mean?
Diane: Yes.
Carla: I've got things, one thing in particular, that I've been carrying around inside of me for a long time.
Diane: Tell me.
Carla: I barely know you.
Diane: Well, Carla, you brought it up. You obviously want to get it out.
Carla: Maybe I do, but...
Diane: Carla, I swear, I'll keep my mouth shut. I swear.
Carla: About five years ago, Sam threw a party here. The big guy was still on the sauce so every night was an excuse for a big bash. Anyway, this one time he was too tanked to drive home. So I took him. I helped him upstairs... to his bedroom. Well, one thing led to another. Nine months later, Gino was born.
Diane: Gino?
Carla: Sam's son.
Diane: [drinks straight from the pitcher] Carla, I don't believe this.
Carla: Me neither, you're gonna die.