“Lou: I guess I'm what you'd call a male chauvinist pig.

Mary: She, uh, she wasn't right.

Lou: I'm glad we're communicating.

Mary: What was wrong with her?

Lou: Well, for one thing, when she walked out of here, I didn't watch her.

Mary: Oh. You mean, uh…she—she didn't have any, uh— [Mary motions at her backside]

Lou: Right. No caboose whatsover.

Mary: Well, if that is the case, Mr. Grant, why have I been wasting my time for the last two days screening them for skills? I mean, why don't I just march them in here in bathing suits? [Lou chuckles]

Lou: How many more applicants are there?

Mary: Uh, two. Uh, the first is Doreen Skinner. Her skills are excellent, and she seems to measure up, caboose-wise.

Lou: Good. Back her in here.”