Woody: Miss Howe, I have a message for you. Mr. Sheridan is having lunch up in Melville's, and he's gonna be coming down to talk to you when he's through.
Rebecca: Oh, great. Sheridan. Another one of the legions of presidents, vice presidents and consultants this corporation belches forth every five minutes.
Sam: Boy, it seems like you have to be a real loser not to be at least a vice president in that company, doesn't it? [off Rebecca's look] I'm sorry.
Rebecca: He is undoubtedly here to ask me some humiliating, menial favor that he couldn't palm off on some other flunky. You know, today I draw the line. Today, this gal is going to shoot down her first corporate bigwig.
Sam: Oh, please. The first time you try to stand up to this guy, you're going to crumble like a bag of potato chips.