- B.P. Richfield: Sinclair, I mean Miss Sinclair, can I see you here for a moment?
- Charlene Sinclair: Sure boss.
- [she comes in]
- Charlene Sinclair: Yes sir?
- B.P. Richfield: Since you've joined us, productivity has risen 300%.
- Charlene Sinclair: Oh.
- B.P. Richfield: At this rate, we'll finish up your contract in six months.
- Charlene Sinclair: Well, no need to thank me sir.
- B.P. Richfield: THANK YOU? I'm going to kill you!
- Charlene Sinclair: What?
- B.P. Richfield: We're government contractors!
- Charlene Sinclair: I was just trying to be efficient.
- B.P. Richfield: [gasps in terror] Don't say that WORD!
- Charlene Sinclair: Efficient?
- B.P. Richfield: Aaahh! The e-word is our enemy! If a contract calls for three years, you take four or eight! They expect it.
- Charlene Sinclair: Sir, I don't understand.
- B.P. Richfield: Well of course you don't, you're a female!
- Charlene Sinclair: [bothered] What?
- B.P. Richfield: It took millions of years for males to get this system down and you screwed it up in a week!
- Charlene Sinclair: That doesn't make any sense.
- B.P. Richfield: Oh, well, perhaps I am not making myself clear. How about this,
- [slams his fist on the desk as he says it]
- B.P. Richfield: YOU'RE FIRED!
- Charlene Sinclair: What?
- B.P. Richfield: Now get out of here before I rip out your intestines and USE THEM AS A JUMP ROPE!
- Charlene Sinclair: [leaves in a huff. Just as she is about to head out for the door, she turns around] Efficient!
- B.P. Richfield: [freaks out screaming] AAAHHH!
- Baby Sinclair: [laughs] I wanna explode.
- [grunts]
- Monica Devertebrae: Honey, you're not going to explode.
- Baby Sinclair: [strains] Wanna bet?
- [grunts]
- Baby Sinclair: Whoops! Need a diaper, aisle four.
- Charlene Sinclair: [arrives] Hi, everyone.
- Fran Sinclair: Hi, sweetheart. How's the job hunt going?
- Charlene Sinclair: Terrible. There's nothing out there for females.
- Fran Sinclair: Now don't get discouraged. If you keep plugging away I'm sure you'll find something just wonderful.
- Monica Devertebrae: That's right, Charlene. I hear they're hiring now in your mom's imagination.
- Fran Sinclair: What's that supposed to mean?
- Monica Devertebrae: She dosen't have a chance. Haven't you ever heard of the old boys' network?
- Charlene Sinclair: No. What's that?
- Monica Devertebrae: It's a bunch of old guys who all went to the same school and belonged to the same clubs. And they all get together and smoke cigars and do everything they can to keep females from getting ahead.
- Fran Sinclair: Oh, that's just a myth.
- Earl Sinclair: Oh, Charlene.
- Charlene Sinclair: I can't believe this. Monica was right. There is an old boys' network.
- Earl Sinclair: Uh, no, there isn't.
- Charlene Sinclair: I just saw it.
- Earl Sinclair: Okay, there is.
- Charlene Sinclair: That stinks, Daddy.
- Earl Sinclair: Oh, sweetie, honey, cupcake.
- [Charlene slaps Earl's hand]
- Earl Sinclair: Ow! Look, it's a male's world out there. I don't like it any more than you do, but, hey, what you gonna do?
- Charlene Sinclair: There's no reason a female can't do the same work a male can.