- Customer: [as a plump young woman enters and bends before a filing cabinet, her purple-polyester-clad bottom expanding before their eyes as she does so] What about that girl?
- Mrs. Mount: Miss Blodgett - oh. She's only a filing clerk.
- Customer: Doesn't matter.
- Mrs. Mount: She doesn't take shorthand.
- Customer: Makes no difference.
- Mrs. Mount: But she can't type!
- Customer: Nobody's perfect.
- Mrs. Mount: Her handwriting's illegible! She brews a perfectly indigestible cuppa coffee!
- Customer: I think the amount of this check will make further conversation unnecessary, Mrs. Mount.
- Mrs. Mount: You want her? You actually want Miss Blodgett?
- Customer: She is precisely what I have been looking for! - if you'll pardon the prepositional ending.