Sy Flembeck: So, it's curtains for me, huh? The old "Adios, Flembeck." I knew this day'd come. I gave this firm the best years of my life. It turns around and kicks me right in the old hemorrhoid hotel. Pardon my French, babe. Well, before I go, let me tell you something, Mr. Pimply-Faced Teenager Who's Running the Shop This Week. I wrote "Chocolate, chocolate, who ate my bar?" when you were still dangling from your mother's breast, you cheap S.O.B.!
Man: Sy, we've got a job for you.
Sy Flembeck: You didn't let me finish! You have to be that way, 'cause you're a leader! Leadership has its price, and I respect that, and I respect you! Does it show? The love, I mean?
Man: Well, here you go, Miss Howe. $200 worth of perfection.
Sy Flembeck: Yeah, well, let's go to my cubicle, babe. We'll throw some ideas at the wall and see if they stick.
Rebecca: [whispers] This is so exciting!