John: "Let me tell you something, Shelley. I do what I'm hired to do. You might do the same."
John: "Now wait a second! I'm hired to watch the leads, to marshal my sales force. I'm given a policy. My job is to do that. What I'm told--"
Shelley: "Marshal your sales force?"
John: "Now wait a second. Anybody fall below a certain mark, I'm directed. I'm not permitted to give them the premium leads."
Shelley: "How do they rise above that mark? With dreck? With this toilet paper you're giving me? You give me one premium lead and I could make a--"
John: "Do you know what the premium leads cost?"
Shelley: "Do I know what the premium leads cost? Yeah, I know what they cost. I generated the sufficient dollar revenue to buy them. But I can not sell bleep! Jesus. And I've seen these before, you know. Christ, I saw these back-- Homestead-- 1985, we pitched these bleepsuckers Baywater. They couldn't buy a bleeping toaster. They're broke. They're deadbeats. Hey, look, just give me some leads that don't come out of a phonebook. Huh? You give me something hotter than that and I can close it. It's just a streak. I'm gonna turn it around. Hey, I need your help."
John: "I can't do it, Shelley."