Rebecca: Woody, I asked you to bring up a case of scotch 15 minutes ago. Now, will you just do it, please?
Woody: Sorry, Miss Howe; right away.
Carla: Whoa. Get up on the wrong side of the web?
Rebecca: No, I am just sick and tired of the way I am treated by this company. They're trying to break my spirit, to bring me to my knees. They want to see how long its going to take before I say I quit.
Sam: Why, what do they want you to do now?
Rebecca: Throw a party.
Sam: Oh, my God, these people must be stopped.