Carla: Two Scotch rocks, Coach. No hurry. I'll wait till the good waitress gets her order.
Diane: Carla, you are the better waitress. It's been proven time and time again. What does it matter who won that meaningless contest?
Carla: It matters.
Diane: Well, what would it take to make you feel better?
Carla: Hearing you admit that you cheated.
Diane: Carla, I didn't cheat.
Carla: Would it kill you to say you did?
Diane: I did not cheat.
Carla: Two words to restore my will to live. It doesn't seem like that much to ask.
Diane: OK, Carla, I cheated.
Carla: You cheated?! Why? That contest meant that much to you? You are a very sick woman. Does anybody in this bar realize how sick this woman is? She cheated on that silly little contest.
Diane: I did not cheat!
Carla: First she says she cheated, then she says she didn't cheat. Now, what are we supposed to believe? Pfft.