Nellie: So, Pamela, I'm going to start this review, not by telling you what you lack, but rather, asking you what it is you want.
Pam: Really? Okay, well, um, I like consistency in the manager's position, no weird silent coups. Stuff like that. I'm easy.
Nellie: That's not really what you want. What you want is a good night's sleep, working mother of two.
Pam: Whoa, that's kind of condescending. Would you say something like that to Jim?
Nellie: Does Jim have to breastfeed? Did Jim carry around those babies for, what is it, 12 months? Be honest, does Jim really get up in the night?
Pam: Well, I mean, the only reason he doesn't is because I'm breastfeeding, and Philip doesn't like a bottle.
Nellie: You must be exhausted. Fancy a nap?
Pam: No.
Nellie: Go on. Have a nap. Lie down right here. There's a blanket in here. I used it earlier myself. Dreamt I could breathe underwater like Jacques Cousteau. No one will know. I'll wake you up. And when you wake up, you will earn more money.
Pam: I think... you're a witch.
Nellie: I think you're amazing. You know that, right? Go on, say it: "I'm amazing."
Pam: [drowsily] I'm amazing. [sighs]