Woody: Well, uh, Miss Howe, I've been here at Cheers for quite a while now. I'm a good worker, I don't take vacations, I'm never sick, and I was just wondering if...
Rebecca: No, Woody, Woody, I'm going to have to stop you right there. I cannot give you a title.
Woody: "Title"?
Rebecca: Yes, I know you deserve it, but the front office just doesn't let me hand those things out.
Woody: No, Miss Howe, you don't understand.
Rebecca: You know, sometimes people work here ten, 15 years before receiving a title. How can I justify?
Woody: Miss Howe, I want a raise.
Rebecca: Oh, is that all? That's fine. How much do you want?
Woody: Just like that?
Rebecca: Well, of course. I thought you came in here to beat me out of a title, but if you just want to settle for money, well, that's fine.