Rebecca Mitchell: I'm the manager of a hotel, Charlie. I make lots of decisions that aren't popular. If I wanted to be popular I'd have joined a girl band and had my breasts done
Gino Primirola: Gino Primirola, barman of the year! I on top of the world. Like Kate Winslet in that film with the boat! Wind in my hair...
Ben Trueman: Leonardo Di Caprio wrapped around your waist...
Anna Thornton-Wilton: Dead people floating in the water...
James Schofield: So Rebecca, should I tell the chef to expect you downstairs?
Rebecca Mitchell: I'm sorry?
James Schofield: You will be cooking the dinner I presume?
Rebecca Mitchell: I will?
James Schofield: Isn't that what all the managers are doing these days
[Charlie grins as others mutter agreement]
Rebecca Mitchell: Oh, right. Um, no, I mean yes, yes absolutely... and Charlie can be my sous chef
Charlie Edwards: [face drops] I can?
Rebecca Mitchell: Yes, you can
Charlie Edwards: An afternoon in the kitchens... what a treat.
Rebecca Mitchell: I've got a rebelling workforce to feed and four hours until bloody Christmas!