Paul: Say, uh, Rebecca, for ten bucks I'll tell you how to get even with Carla, for closing you up in the wall.
Rebecca: Okay. [hands Paul money]
Paul: Here's her purse. Toss it back into the duct. When she goes in after it, screw the vent cover back on.
Rebecca: Oh, that's a good idea. Whoo! [laughs] Whoa! Wait a minute. That's my purse.
Paul: Oh! I'm sorry.
Rebecca: Oh... God.
[After Rebecca climbs in the vent again, Carla comes around the corner with a power-drill and hands Paul money. He puts the vent back on and Carla starts to drill.]

Gordon: Thank you, Mr. Peterson. Who's next? How about you?
Carla: No, uh, actually I don't work here. I'm just one of the moms in the neighborhood who comes in to help out. Take him. Woody, wake up. The man's waiting for you.
Gordon: Do you work here?
Woody: Yeah. I'm sorry I'm late.
Gordon: Let's go take some blood.
Woody: Just for being late? Well, that's the toughest job I ever had.