- [first lines]
- Miss Gilder: Excuse me, I'm here in response to the ad in the newspaper about Mrs. Tortelli's children.
- Cliff: Oh. What, is she trying to sell them again?
- Sam: Hey, you're in luck here. A genuine Red Sock is on his way over.
- Carla Tortelli: No kidding? Oh, wow.
- Sam: [Carla begins cleaning beer mugs] What are you doing?
- Carla Tortelli: Hey, Sam, I don't want a Boston Red Sock to come in here and get a glass with lipstick on it or crud at the bottom.
- [Carla pounds the bartop to wake a barfly up]
- Carla Tortelli: Sit up straight, will ya?
- [Carla turns back to Sam]
- Carla Tortelli: So, who is it, huh? Evans? Rice? Who, Yaz?
- Sam: You heard of Rick Walker?
- Carla Tortelli: [spits into the glass she's holding] He can use that one.