Elliot: Carla? What are you doing here?
Carla: Hey. Let me finish telling them this story. We were at this tiny little ATM machine...
[flashback:]
Elliot: I knew I shouldn't have had that chimichanga. I have to, you know... Ffft ffft.
Carla: Oh. Well, go for it. There's mostly guys here. They'll never think it was you.
Elliot: [tiny squeak]
Man: I think that blonde girl just farted.
[present:]
Carla: Remember that, Elliot?
Elliot: Yeah, I remember. Ha-ha.