Carla Quote #730
Quote from Carla in Backseat Becky, Up Front
Carla: I've been trying to figure out your strategy.
Sam: Hmm.
Carla: You know, I've always admired you for being sort of a selfish, egotistical pig.
Sam: Why, thank you, Carla.
Carla: But suddenly, you're locking chauffeurs in closets, and giving going-away parties. It's like you're bending over backwards to help Boss Howe score with Mega-Boss Drake.
Sam: Mm-hmm.
Carla: This kind of self-sacrifice isn't like you, and it's scaring me. Please, please, tell me you have some sleazy ulterior motive.
Sam: Fear not, little one.
Carla: Aha. [laughs] So you don't think they're gonna make it.
Sam: I just wanted to bring this whole thing to a boil, so when it blows up, I can swoop in and gather up the pieces. I call it my, uh, vulture position.
Carla: Sammy?
Sam: Mm-hmm.
Carla: You've got Wessonality.
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Quote from Rebecca
Rebecca: I tried not to look, but the rearview mirror was just huge, and I couldn't help it. And then I got so upset, I just wrapped the company limo around a 7-Eleven.
Sam: Well, that is dreadful. Very, very, very sad.
Rebecca: [sighs] And then Evan and his cheap imitation Geisha bimbo whore grabbed a taxi. While I had to stand there and wait for a tow truck. Oh, and then this cop came along, and he asked me to see my chauffeur's license. God, if only I'd had one. Or if only I'd remembered to bring my purse with my own driver's license. Or if only I'd resisted arrest and he just shot me dead.
Quote from Rebecca
Rebecca: Sam, I will never have Mr. Drake. I will never have any man. I will just dry up, crumble into dust and blow away.
Sam: Oh, come on. That doesn't sound like you. That sounds like some lovesick self-pitying, whiny... No, that's you all right.
Quote from Sam
Sam: But I'm not gonna let you give up.
Rebecca: What do you care? What does anybody care?
Sam: Listen, I pride myself in being a connoisseur of beautiful babes, and I'll tell you. I'm not gonna sit by and watch a great woman like you going to waste. It's like, a- a thoroughbred pulling a milk wagon. It's like a rare wine... pulling a milk wagon.