Christine St. George: Jackie, come in. Please. I just wanna thank you for yesterday. I feel we really bonded, as much as a star can bond with a commoner.
Jackie: Well, I'm really glad that we talked. You know, I got to see there's a real person in there. Someone with hopes and fears and emotions.
Christine St. George: Well, I'm only human. And you snuck a rare peek behind my iron curtain, didn't you?
Jackie: I know. You know, I really feel like I got to know you better.
Christine St. George: Yes, you did, and so you're fired.
Jackie: Wait, what?
Christine St. George: I cannot have an employee know so much about me. And since your TV career is finished, may I suggest bartending? You pour a mean Scotch, lady.
Jackie: No, no, no, this isn't fair. I worked my butt off for you.
Christine St. George: Thank you. Out you go. Go on. Go on.
Jackie: Okay, all right, you know what? Nobody here likes you. They only pretend to like you because you're famous.
Christine St. George: And I pretend to like them because they bring me lunch.
Jackie: Oh, God! You are a crazy, bitter lady with a hole where your heart should be!
Christine St. George: Now, is that supposed to hurt me? I have a mug that says that. [puts feet on the desk]
Jackie: Those shoes are so last season!
Christine St. George: Rot in hell, you worthless maggot!