Rebecca: You know, Mr. Malone, you haven't been dealing fairly with me.
Sam: I know, I know. I'm sorry. It's just that this this means a lot to me.
Rebecca: And now I suppose you're going to ask me for the rest of the week off.
Sam: Yeah, I know, it's a lot to ask.
Rebecca: No, it isn't. You're on.
Sam: Oh, great. What, am I fired or something?
Rebecca: Not at all. Look, I figure one of two things will happen: either you'll do well, they'll offer you a job and I'll never see you again; or you'll screw up, humiliate yourself and come back here a crushed and broken man. Either way, I win.