Rebecca: It was there. I was holding it. It was right in my hands, and now it's gone.
Woody: Well, maybe we can glue it back together and no one will ever know. [looks in the kitchen] Forget that.
Rebecca: Oh!
Sam: Just calm down now. Calm down. It was an accident. I'm sure Mr. Collier will understand.
Rebecca: No, he won't. This isn't the first time I've goofed up at the company. I started out as a junior executive and I'm diligently working my way down to the mailroom with a brief stopover at that Siberia called Cheers. [sobs]
Sam: Shh-shh. Stop it. Just calm down here. Calm down.
Rebecca: I know. I'll just resign now, move back to San Diego, join the Navy, grow old and die.

Linda: Another Manhattan.
Sam: Manhattan, huh? I own a lot of that, you know?
Linda: Right, the eccentric millionaire routine.
Sam: You know, I got to tell you the truth here. I'm getting kind of bored serving all these stiffs drinks. What do you say you and I go out and spend some of my money? What time does France close anyway?
Linda: I think they're remodeling.
Sam: Oh.
Linda: Have any other suggestions?
Sam: Unfortunately, my mansion's being painted and my yacht's in dry dock. Well, let me see... Oh, I know it. I know it. You know, my chauffeur's got a little one-bedroom apartment downtown. What do you say you and I go slumming?

Rebecca: This is Daniel T. Collier, the chairman of the board, the chief executive officer of Lillian.
All: Oh.
Norm: Sammy, don't you have, like, the slightest bit of guilt selling this bar to a corporation named Lillian?
Rebecca: Well, we used to be called Drax Chemical, Dye and Munitions, but people had trouble believing our motto: "We care about people."