Mr. Anawalt: You think you could handle a triple-raise in salary?
Rebecca: Oh, yes, sir.
Mr. Anawalt: You think you could handle an executive position with my marketing team?
Rebecca: Yes, sir.
Mr. Anawalt: Think you could start Monday?
Rebecca: Yes, sir.
Mr. Anawalt: Welcome aboard.
Rebecca: Oh, yes, sir. Sir, th- This is a dream come true for me. [knocking at door]
Mr. Anawalt: Yes?
Agent Adams: FBI. Mr. Anawalt, you're under arrest.
Mr. Anawalt: What's the charge?
Agent Adams: Insider trading. Come on, let's go. Take him downtown.
Rebecca: No!
Agent Adams: Read him his rights. Get those files.
Rebecca: You can't do this. This man is innocent.
Mr. Anawalt: No, they have me dead to rights.
Rebecca: Oh. Mr. Anawalt. Mr. Anawalt. I'll wait for you, sir. I'll be standing right here, waiting for you. [thunder crashes] I think I am the unluckiest person on earth. [rain pattering]