Sam: She's missing the point. Can you imagine what the reward might be for anybody who would act as a peacemaker between these two tragically estranged but perky-bottomed sisters?
Norm: Ah. To Sammy, the man who keeps the dream alive.
Carla: Wait a minute. What makes you think you can get the both of them? It's taken you two years to get a polite kick in the teeth from number one.
Cliff: [chuckling] Carla, Carla, Carla. Am I gonna have to teach you about women?
Carla: Yeah, Cliff, why don't you?
Cliff: Nah, you better take this one, Sammy. I don't want to hog the spotlight.

Woody: I swear I've seen her someplace before.
Sam: Well, she asked for Rebecca. Called her Becky. Must be old friends.
Cliff: Yeah, that could explain a lot.
Carla: What's that supposed to mean?
Cliff: Well, figure it out. Rebecca, who doesn't date, suddenly has this good-looking friend show up. A slender, boyish, female friend, with whom she probably, uh, sunbathed nude somewhere, perhaps on the Isle of Lesbos.
Norm: They ever get the tests back on that dog that bit you?

Woody: I just remembered who she is. That's Susan Howe.
Sam: I know, she's Rebecca's sister.
Woody: No, the actress. I saw her in Night of the Mutants.
Carla: What, is that a movie, or your family reunion?
Woody: A movie, Carla.
Sam: I don't remember, uh, Rebecca saying anything about having a sister who was in a horror movie. Are you sure about that?
Woody: Let me check. [Woody covers his eyes with his hands] Yeah. Yeah, I'm pretty sure. You know, if she had another, smaller head growing out of her neck, I'd be positive.
Sam: I got to check this out.
Woody: Hey, ask her if they let her keep the little head.