Woody: Hey, at least mine's a real great title and not a stupid made-up one like yours.
Sam: Hey, mine is not made up.
Carla: Hey, hey, all right, all right, all right, knock it off, all right?! Will the Senior Idiot Bartender and the Executive Supervising Moron shut their yaps for about ten seconds? You're bartenders. That's it. You're a bartender and you're a bartender, period. [goes into Rebecca's office]
Sam: Carla's right. I'm sorry.
Woody: Yeah, me, too.
Carla: [returns] l, however, am the Managing Director of Waitresses.