Alice: Rebecca, honey? You didn't come to my seminar. I was surprised. Is something going on?
Rebecca: I just couldn't face you, Alice... Not with all you've been through, and I knew it was my fault.
Alice: What are you talking about?
Rebecca: Sam.
Alice: Malone, right?
Rebecca: Right. I sent him over to your hotel to straighten things out. Did you two clear the air?
Alice: Yes we did. And then we steamed it up again.
Rebecca: I don't get this. You are Alice Anne Volkman, my mentor. He is... Sam Malone. He's nothing. He's a bartender.
Alice: Listen, honey, you should do so well at my age. Come to think of it, you should do so well at your age.