Martin Teal: You work here at headquarters?
Rebecca: No, I'm out in the field in a managerial position. I'm here for a meeting with the new Executive Vice President, Mr. Teal.
Martin Teal: Ooh. He's tough. You nervous?
Rebecca: Hardly. I've seen so many suits come and go, that now I just take them in stride.
Martin Teal: I admire that. Of course, I admire anything with those dark smoldering eyes. [elevator bell dings]
Rebecca: Excuse me.
Martin Teal: If you would like- It's getting a little crowded in here. Maybe we could continue this conversation over dinner tonight.
Rebecca: [laughs] You're asking me to dinner?
Martin Teal: Dinner and who knows?
Rebecca: Oh. Well, that sounds fine. Should we take my car, or will your mommy be driving us?
Martin Teal: What?
Rebecca: Oh, and I have one other strict rule. I like all my guys to eat all their nice vegetables and not spill anything on their bibbums.
[Rebecca gets out of the elevator, knocks on an office door and enters:]
Rebecca: Mr. Teal, your secretary must have stepped out for a moment. I'm Rebecca Howe. What an honor to meet you, sir.
Dennis: No, no, no, I'm not Martin Teal.
Martin Teal: I am. [Rebecca screams]