A follow-up to the last post: It’s no secret that there was no love lost between Carla Tortelli and Diane Chambers. Name-calling, verbal spats, and practical jokes were a common occurrence between the two close-knit enemies. But on the day that Carla wore that perfect geometric tee, things got physical.
It started innocently enough:
Carla: Listen, Pencil-Neck, you’re startin’ to get on my nerves.
Diane: Please don’t call me Pencil-Neck. I am not a pencil-neck.
Carla: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you Pencil-Neck, Gozzle-Head.
Diane: Name-calling. The last refuge of the mono-syllabic.
Carla: I don’t know what that means but I heard “slob” in there.
But later on, more insults were exchanged and tensions heightened:
Carla: You wanna be my friend? Let your hair down!
Diane: How about I take your hair and scour the sink with it?
Carla: Is that a brillo shot?
Diane: Only if it offends you.
Carla: You sound like a lady who is getting tired of her teeth!
Diane: I’m tired of your teeth and all the vermicelli in between!
At no more than five feet tall, the little spitfire, the beloved namesake of this blog, Carla had to be restrained. Gotta love her!