Sally: Bryce, look. You're very new here. And you must have misunderstood my professional encouragement. I mean, a pat on your muscular back is not harassment.
Bryce: Well, I looked it up. And according to state laws, harassment is any verbal or physical overture that makes me feel uncomfortable, and I'm very uncomfortable.
Sally: Well, if you're not comfortable, you should take off your pants.
Harry: Casual Thursday. [unzips pants]
Bryce: That is it. I don't think I can work here with Sally around. Either she goes, or I go. [Harry zips up his pants]
Harry: Sally?
Sally: Okay. Everything you said was true, Bryce. I treated you like a sexy, hunky object instead of a sexy, hunky employee, and I'm sorry. I'm the one who should go.
Harry: This is good. The system works. [sighs] Bye bye, Sally!
Sally: See you, Harry! [opens closet door] Bryce. Look, it's a small universe, and we may work together again. So I just wanna say that I've learned a really valuable lesson here, today, and well, no hard feelings. [offers hand]
Bryce: Of course not.
Sally: Cool. [grabs Bryce and shoves him in the closet] In you go, you piece of meat! [zapping] We're never hiring anyone every again.
Harry: Well, with him gone, I guess you'll be wanting me to oil up and put on the Speedos.