Sally: You know, Dick, it seems to me that we've got some labor problems here ourselves.
Tommy: That's true. No health plan. No benefits. We haven't had a raise in years.
Harry: Yeah, maybe we should go on strike against you. Unfair!
Tommy: Unfair!
Sally: Unfair!
Dick: I'm sorry. There is simply no room in the budget for raises. [all groan] Ah, but I can go you one better. Promotions. Sally, you are now the senior security officer.
Sally: That'll look good on the old resume.
Dick: Tommy, I am making you senior information officer.
Tommy: About freaking time. [Dick falls silent]
Harry: ... What about me, Dick?
Dick: Oh, Harry. You're... Um, you're... Harry, you're now Harold.
Harry: Champagne for everyone!
Dick: Do I hear a thank you?