Rebecca: Woody, Sam's going to be upstairs for a while. When he comes down, give him this message. You tell him that it will be a cold day in hell before I ever share an office with him, or schlep drinks in a two-bit saloon.
Woody: Oh, Miss Howe? By the way, Midtown Mercedes called, and they said you can pick up your car anytime. Oh, and they got the one you wanted. The red one.
Rebecca: The red one?
[Rebecca hangs up her coat, takes the tray from Carla and walks over to a table]
Rebecca: Hi, there. My name's Rebecca. [voice breaking] And it will be my pleasure to serve you.