Melrose Place1992

Rhonda Blair:
[to Carrie after she finds her closet empty] When I left for work this morning, I could've sworn I had a closet full of clothes. And now... And what is this smell?

Carrie Fellows:
Forest spice.

Rhonda Blair:
I beg your pardon?

Carrie Fellows:
Well, you had a choice between that or sandalwood or patchouli.

Rhonda Blair:
What's that?

Carrie Fellows:
Deodorizer for your shoes.

Rhonda Blair:
My shoes? My shoes now smell like pine trees?

Carrie Fellows:
Like you took a brisk walk in the woods.

Rhonda Blair:
I'm afraid to ask about my clothes.

Carrie Fellows:
Those I sent to the best dry cleaner in town. A place in Beverly Hills.

Rhonda Blair:
They don't do smells too?

Carrie Fellows:
I don't know, but I could ask.

Rhonda Blair:
No, no, I like my aroma just fine, thanks. Listen, Carrie, you might want to think about kicking back just a bit. You really don't have to be quite so tidy, do you? Especially with my stuff. I mean, too much of a good thing can be too much.

Carrie Fellows:
I see what you mean.

Rhonda Blair:
Then you'll ease up?

Carrie Fellows:
Absolutely. I was only trying to be helpful.

Rhonda Blair:
That you are.

Carrie Fellows:
And if there's one thing I understand, that's when to stop.

Rhonda Blair:
Good.