Rebecca: So, he asked me to marry him, which obviously meant nothing to him. He hops on his jet and leaves me here to rot.
Customer #1: Can I have my drink?
Rebecca: You know, you men are all alike.
[After Rebecca throws the drink in the customer's face, she walks over to a guy at another table]
Rebecca: So, where was l?
Customer #2: You were engaged to one of the richest men in the world. Could I just have my check?
Rebecca: Are you a man?
Customer #2: Sure. [Rebecca throws the drink in his face]
Rebecca: Woody, I'm going to need some more drinks.
Woody: What kind?
Rebecca: Doesn't make any difference.