Quote from Sally in The Physics of Being Dick
Sally: Give me a margarita, Harry. Tommy: What about your job? Sally: I'm on the job right now, baby. Rocks, no salt. Dick: Are you telling me that Mary's presentation is already perfect? Sally: Well, she thinks it is, and I'm getting paid not to argue. Ka-Ching! [Harry rings the bell] Dick: You got lucky, damn you. Sally: I'll tell you the secret. You just pucker up, vapor-lock onto your boss' butt, and hold on. No independent thought required. In fact, it just gets in your way. Harry: Free thinkers die in the dirt like dogs, Sally. Here's your booze.