Frankie: You missed the bus, and now I have to drive you to school. Get dressed. And take your plate to the kitchen! In case you hadn't heard, we had to let the room service waiters go due to the economy.

Mr. Ehlert: So, Frances, how would you describe your sales technique?
Frankie: Well, I try to connect personally with the customer, um... Give them honest information about the car they're thinking of buying.
Mr. Ehlert: I ought to fire you right now. I don't get it. I read that women wanna buy cars from other women. That's why I went against all judgment and hired one. Now, you got a chance here to carry the torch for all of ladykind, or burn the whole deal down. It's up to you.
Frankie: [chuckles] I'm kind of like the Rosa Parks of Ehlert Cars, huh?
Mr. Ehlert: Rosa Parks? Don't even get me started on her. Now, look, you gotta find your game, and quick. Sounds wrong to put a woman in a dog suit, but... Ah, hell, it doesn't sound wrong at all. [laughs]

Mike: No, you moron. It's the sandwich I told you to throw away this morning. What were you thinking? Hey, Axl. Look at me. Look at me and continue looking at me. Better. I thought I told you to throw this sandwich away.
Axl: No, you said, "Take it to the kitchen."
Mike: And throw it out.
Axl: You didn't say that.
Mike: Okay, then let me break it down for you so you won't get confused. You're gonna take this plate, the one with the sandwich on it, and take it to the kitchen, the room with the sink, and you're gonna throw the sandwich in the garbage and you're gonna put the dirty dish in the dishwasher. And you're going to do this after every meal for as long as you live in this house. Got it?
Axl: Fine, whatever.
Mike: Now.
Axl: I'll get to it. Chill. [Mike unplugs the computer] Oh, God. You are always on me. Fine.