Rebecca: Now, you're probably all saying to yourself, "Hey, Miss Miracle Buff, would the same thing apply to..." Boiling tar?! No way! No. Forget it. Then you get me some oven mitts. He won't even give me any oven mitts. I am making a lousy six bucks an hour. I mean, that will not even cover the skin grafts! I'm not doing this anymore. This is it!
Man: You're not getting paid for this.
Rebecca: Look, buddy, I am carrying a boiling bucket of tar!
Sam: It's okay. It's all right. It's okay.
Rebecca: Oh, Sam, could this all be a bad dream?
Sam: No, honey. This is the auto show.