Erica: Bad? Linda Kaplan's answer to a mid-life crisis is an avocado quesadilla.
Erica: I don't recommend that, um, that we publish this.
Julianne (sighs): Bummer, I hearted the pitch. But if both you and Dory are saying she's not delivering, then it's time to give her the boot. Time to tell Linda she's done, like dinner, 'kay?
Erica: What!? Me? You want me to do it?
Julianne: Yeah, you, and do it today before she hands in any more chapters. Just get her on the phone, and tell her she needs to come in. Pronto-Toronto.
Erica: Oh, no, Julianne. Look, I'm really, um … I'm really good at, you know, taking notes and reading. But I don't … I don't think that I can, um …
Julianne: Fire someone? Well, "newsflash", that's part of the job. You're a manager now, Erica, please start acting like one. Go get your hands dirty.
Brent: With the raise you're about to get, I think you could afford the manicure.