- Carla Tortelli: Of all the stinkin', dirty, rotten, maggot-sucking, vermin-infested stinkweeds...
- Norm Peterson: Practicing your Mother of the Year speech again, Carla?
- Diane Chambers: [after reading Sam's published poem] Very well, I have arrived at my objective opinion. This is one of the most amateurish, hackneyed, odious pieces of effluvium ever to wash down the pike. Listen to this drivel: "I fly through a puckish arena, where echoes dance, where echoes dance, where echoes dance..."
- [pauses quizzically]
- Diane Chambers: Sounds familiar.
- Norm Peterson: You *said* it three times.