Barney: Congratulations. You're hired. You are Goliath National Bank's newest executive strategy coordinator.
Quinn: What is an executive strategy coordinator?
Barney: It's three corporate-sounding words which, when added together equal a fake job for which you get a real paycheck in the amount of exactly what you'd make stripping. Plus dental. You're "welcs." Now about that up-against-the-window sex?
Quinn: Dude, I don't want to work for a bank.
Barney: Why not?
Quinn: Because I have standards. You people are whores. The things you're willing to do just for some money, it's shameful.
Barney: You work in a strip club.
Quinn: Yeah, and I like it, and I'm good at it. Barney, if I took this job, you would own me. I would be willingly
stepping into a cage... which is something I don't do. Except on Thursdays, when it's cage night at the Lusty Leopard, but that's a cardboard cage, and I can get out of it any time I want.
Barney: You can? Wow. Thanks for ruining cage night.