(Carla is visiting John Hill in the hospital and they're trying to talk as friends because he is supposed to stay celibate for eight weeks)
John Allen Hill: Carla, could you please do me a small favor?
Carla: Yes, John?
John Allen Hill: Could you work yourself behind this machinery and unplug my life-support system so that I can leave this life and this agonizing conversation behind?
Carla: It was fun for me, zit-face!
John Allen Hill: Sasquatch!
Carla: Road kill!
John Allen Hill: Catcher's mitt!
Carla: Pond scum!
John Allen Hill: Phlegm face!
Carla: See you in eight weeks?
John Allen Hill: Make it four.
Carla: Make it two.
John Allen Hill: Pull the curtain.
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