Cliff: Carla? How'd you like to go to the Postman's Ball with a guy who looks like Robert Redford and drives a Porsche?
Carla: Why aren't I going with you?
Cliff: Well, see, there's this buddy of mine down at the P.O. You might have seen him in here. He's been in a couple of times. Well, son of a gun if he didn't say he's got a big crush on you, and, well, he wanted me to see if you'd go to the ball with him. Now--
Carla: This isn't just some way of getting out of giving me the VCR, is it?
Cliff: No! No, no, no. You'll get everything I promised.
Carla: Plus the bonus of not having to go out with you, which leads me to believe that this guy is a bigger loser than you are. Just forget it, Clavin! What kind of girl do you think I am?
Cliff: Uh... One who would like a big-screen TV?
Carla: That's the kind.