Rebecca: You know, you might be right. She's probably just some pathetic little dishrag whose last great hope is working here at Cheers. I got to stop jumping to conclusions.
Laurie: [enters] Excuse me. Is Miss Howe here? Mr. Drake sent me.
Rebecca: Oh, you must be the slut.
Laurie: Excuse me?
Rebecca: Slot. You're here to fill the slot. Welcome to Cheers. Why don't you just follow me in to my office and we'll fill out your W-4 form.
Laurie: Great.
Rebecca: And I'll need a phone number and a job history, and a number we can call in case you meet with some horrible disfiguring accident.