Rebecca: Yes, but we did not serve one drop of liquor here all night long, and you guys can check any glass here.
Agent #1: It's clean.
Rebecca: You see? I saved the day.
Sam: You saved the day?! You wouldn't have had to save the day if you hadn't have screwed it up in the first place. Come on, what were you thinking? How could you do that? How could you forget something like that? You know that could have cost me my bar? I mean, what have you got, rocks in your head?
Rebecca: You know, I mean, I did mail the thing in. It's just that it came back. I think there was just something wrong with the stamp.
Sam: There's nothing wrong with the stamp, you moron. It's for 25 cents. I put it on myself.
Agent #2: Postage is 29 cents.
Sam: Oh. Well, I'm out of here. Why don't you go ahead and, uh, close up? After all, you are the manager.
Rebecca: No, hold it a second. You're the one that screwed up. l- l'm the one that saved this bar. So, I mean, who is the moron now? You're the one who put the stamp on this letter while I've been scrambling around this bar tonight trying to save it without breaking one law. That's right, I did that. Me, Rebecca, the moron. Well, things are going to change around here. From now on, I want a little respect around this place. You got that? All right. Because, from this day forward, I will hold my head up high, because I am Rebecca Howe. I am the manager of Cheers.
[When Rebecca walks through the flap and slams it down, the shelves above the bar come crashing down]
Sam: That's- That's why we always keep the flap up.