Spike: Look. Someone here might, you know, have something to say to you. Something that you ought to hear. But nobody's gonna say a word if they think that they're likely to get their head torn off and spat in your out-tray.
Lynda: I want to know what you've done and her name. That's it. We're finished. Julie, cancel all scheduled dates.
Julie: Aw, this is the fourth time this week! (About the post-its) These things aren't even sticky anymore.
Lynda: Just get on with it please.
Julie: They keep slipping down. He's had to date Frazz twice!