Cliff: Well, I guess my choice is clear. I must follow my conscience and report this.
Sam: Oh, come on, man. It's a fragrance sample. Let it go.
Cliff: Let it go, Sammy? I let this go and tomorrow Hitler is in the White House.
Coach: I can do without that.
Cliff: Yeah, sure, it's only a perfume sample. But if the other employees see him getting away with this, they're gonna start taking things, too. First, whole magazines go missing. Then social security checks. Before you know it, Grandma's fruitcake doesn't make it to little Bobby, Peggy and Sue. And their little hearts will be broken, thinking Grandma forgot them this year.