Norm: Doris, I don't know quite how to put this. You've really been a great secretary, but I just can't afford to keep you around any longer.
Doris: Oh, God, I'm fired. I wish I was dead.
Norm: Doris, really, I'm very sorry. It really hurts me to do this.
Doris: Oh, don't be sorry. The last thing I want to do is make you feel guilty. Working for you has been the high point of my life.
Norm: Doris, all you ever did was sit around my office and sharpen pencils.
Doris: Please, Mr. Peterson, you're going to make me cry.