Carla: Mr. Hilliard, I like my body.
Mr. Hilliard: Okay.
Carla: I didn't always. I remember when I was ten years old, my swim coach telling me that my butt stuck out of the water too much. But now? I like it when my boyfriend looks at my wagon and goes "BAM!" you know? I'm okay with my curves! I realize women inject God-knows-what into their face to have lips like mine! Mr. Hilliard! I can hop out of the shower and look at my naked body for a whole ten seconds without totally losing it - that's more than most women! But, still, when I can't make you fall asleep, it's like hearing my swim coach's voice all over again; and my body doesn't deserve that.
Mr. Hilliard: So, what do you want me to do?
Carla: Fall asleep.
Mr. Hilliard: I'm not attracted to you!
Mr. Hilliard: Because you remind me of my sister!
Carla: But I'm not your sister!
Mr Hilliard suddenly collapses, fast asleep.
Carla: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.