Woody: Wait a minute. Let's just stick with this title thing.
Rebecca: No, no, Woody, you said you would settle for a raise. Now, I'm going to hold you to it.
Woody: Oh, no, I blew it! I should have demanded a title. Money gets spent, but titles are forever.
Rebecca: No, Woody, I told you-
Woody: Doggone it, Miss Howe, you're not going to palm some raise off on me. I don't want money. I- I deserve a title.
Rebecca: Woody, I've met some tough negotiators in my life... All right, you deserve it. I'll go to the mat for you. Congratulations. You're the new Senior Bartender.
Woody: Get out! Senior Bartender?! Wait till I tell my folks! To think I came in here asking for a stupid little raise, and now this. I just hope it doesn't go to my head.
Rebecca: Oh, that's what's nice about you, Woody. Nothing ever goes to your head.

Sam: Norm, you- You work for the big firms. What do they do when they need a lot of money?
Norm: All right, first off, they- They go and fire all the dead wood.
Sam: Yeah, then what?
Norm: I'm long gone by then, Sam.

Larry: Hey, Sack-Happy, how you doing?
Cliff: Hey, there, Rubber Thumbs. Hey, I thought you'd be on a dim route by now.
Larry: I don't see you pushing many number one sacks there, Clavin.
Rebecca: What the heck are they talking about?
Norm: It's kind of a postal rap.
Cliff: Hey, there's a flap that you had a brush with utility.
Larry: Ah, 604 is all the way.
Cliff: Yeah, well, you know the scheme fin.
Larry: Yeah.
Norm: You know, I actually once thought of asking Cliff what it all meant, but then it occurred to me he might tell me.