Sam McPherson: And maybe we won't get to walk down that red carpet or get better reservations at restaurants and stuff, but at least we'll be able to sleep at night.
Brooke McQueen: Yeah. Well, mostly. Sam snores. My doorframe literally rattles.
Sam McPherson: Brooke talks in her sleep, these lurid fantasies that would straighten the curls right out of your hair.
Brooke McQueen: Harrison, could you please get her off my back, she's making me nervous, and I need to be calm to focus.
Sam McPherson: Harrison, why don't you go out to Toys R Us and buy a puppet to replace Brooke?
Brooke McQueen: [exasperated] I cannot work this way!
Sam McPherson: Fine. Quit, go back to cheerleading!
Brooke McQueen: Oh, you know what? Don't even get your hopes up. I would fire you before I quit. Now, Harrison, which one of these shirts do you like?
Sam McPherson: You can't fire me, Brooke. Because you're fired!
Brooke McQueen: You can't fire me, because I quit. But you know,
[to intervening Harrison:]
Brooke McQueen: Shhh! One more thing, Sam, you're fired!