Nina: And if you think that I won't cause a scene just because we're in a fancy restaurant, you had better think again because I'm going to tell you exactly what I think of your sorry ass and the loser school that owns it because I, Nina Campbell, am quitting! [sobs] I work damn hard for you!
Dick: Nina, sit down. I'm not firing you.
Nina: You're not?
Dick: No.
Nina: Oh. Okay. [clears throat] [clicks fingers to the waiter] Um, I'd like to change my order. Bring me the rack of lamb and a beefeater martini, straight up with an olive.
Dick: But about Dr. Albright's number-
Nina: Don't press your luck.