- 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!