Debra: You cannot send this out.
Marie: I don't understand.
Debra: "Debra's cooking is coming along. Someday I might even consider her for a job at Chez Marie." You're considering me for a job in your restaurant?
Marie: It's not a real restaurant. It's make-believe!
Debra: What about this? "Debra is outnumbered by the kids 3-to-1, so I've had to help out, so now it's even." So you're saying that you are worth two of me.
Marie: No one's going to do the math. I'm just saying it's nice.
Debra: It's not nice. It's you having to help poor, pathetic Debra!
Marie: And isn't that nice?
Debra: It's not true. You are not sending this out.
Marie: Oh? I'm not?
Debra: Not like this, no way.
Marie: Well, I'm sorry, but this is my letter, and this is America.