Carla: He wants you to wear a padded bra?
Carla: So were you.
Carla: His fingerprints grew back. He had to leave the country.
Carla: What? Your Living Bra died of boredom?
Carla: Are you kiddin’? It’s two a.m., my kids might be there.
Carla: Yeah, what does a good butt make in this town?
Carla: I don’t know what that means but I heard slob in there.
Carla: Just go to the morgue and open any drawer.
Diane: This is Heather Landon, my oldest friend.
Carla: Meet her this morning?
Carla: I don’t think God’s doing a whole lot of bragging about it either.
Carla: How ‘bout Norm’s liver?
Carla: Big deal. Show me one that doesn’t.
Carla: Sorry, it’s Diane’s day off.
Carla: Like a body temperature?
Carla: Not exactly AT&T, is it?
Carla: Just a wild guess: a snack?