Rebecca Quote #202
Quote from Rebecca in Don't Paint Your Chickens
Mr. Anawalt: Now, Miss Harris, I hear you're looking for a job with the company.
Rebecca: My name's Miss Howe and I already work for the company.
Mr. Anawalt: Then everything's settled, show yourself out.
Rebecca: But- But- But- But I had something to say.
Mr. Anawalt: Make it quick.
Rebecca: Mr. Anawalt, I have worked for this company for six years now. For four of those, I didn't get a raise. Now not less than 36 people have passed me on the corporate ladder. [Norm appears in the window on a window-cleaning boom with a sign reading "No Job"] Oh, my God.
Mrs. Rosenbush: What's that?
Rebecca: Evidently, an out-of-work window washer.
Mrs. Rosenbush: Well, you have to admire his initiative.
Cheers Quotes
‘Don't Paint Your Chickens’ Quotes
Quote from Rebecca
Rebecca: Well, everyone, you are looking at a winner.
Carla: You were the best kisser-upper? Gee, what does that trophy look like?
Rebecca: I did not kiss up. I gave an interview. I gave one hell of an interview. I was tough, I was insightful, I was witty. Meryl Streep will play me in the movie.
Quote from Rebecca
Rebecca: Wait a minute. Here we have a man who doesn't know how to promote his business. And here we have a woman who knows everything about promotion, but has never really been given a chance. Now, if I can turn a beer-guzzling nobody into a successful businessman, then those guys down there at corporate will see that I can do anything.
Norm: Uh, much as I love your pitch, Rebecca, uh, I'm not comfortable working with friends.
Rebecca: Oh, forget about friends. In the cold light of reason, consider this: Please, please, please, for Becky?
Norm: Nah, nah, I'd rather work by myself.
Rebecca: Okay, fine, Norm, fine. I'll just go back to what I was doing. Going over these delinquent bar accounts. Whoa. Now there's a rather huge one in the "P" section.
Norm: [sighs] Welcome to Team Peterson.
Quote from Cliff
Rebecca: Oh. I don't believe this! And I thought they were really impressed with me, and they were just staring at this big, old stupid ink blot.
Woody: It's not that bad, Miss Howe. It's kind of decorative. It looks like, uh, a bunny.
Carla: No, no, it looks like a spider.
Sam: Or a butterfly.
Cliff: Uh, it looks like my parents having a screaming argument on my third birthday when I pretended to be asleep but wasn't. Or a butterfly.