Melrose Place, Season 1

Caleb:
Oh, Anton was right. The schoolteacher's absolutely gorgeous. All right, look, whatever issues you have, just leave them at the door tonight. This launch party better go smoothly.

Ella:
There is no place that I would rather be. Except for maybe Fallujah, getting my fingernails ripped out.

Caleb:
Ella, I'm serious. Being Riley's handler means she's within ten feet of you at all times. With Anton in Milan, it's our job to make sure Riley's story gets out there.

Ella:
Caleb, Riley is an adult. Expertly potty-trained. Trust me, all I need to do is go and drink the free champagne.

Caleb:
You're doing this. Direct orders from New York.

Ella:
Oh, well, you can tell New York that when we're looking for their opinion, we'll ask.

Amanda:
[shows up unexpectedly at the door] Why don't you tell New York yourself?

Caleb:
Amanda, um, I thought you weren't, uh, visiting for another two weeks.

Amanda:
You know how I love surprises. This LA branch is drowning in red like a steer in a slaughterhouse. Now, when I hired you to give this place a makeover, I didn't mean smear it with lipstick and turn it into a five-dollar hooker. This office is pathetic.

Caleb:
Uh, Amanda, you hired me to revamp this company from the ground up. I'm still establishing new client relationships. Anton V, for example. This could be a hugely successful campaign.

Amanda:
Anton V? More like Anton Y. As in, why are we spending so many man hours on a denim line? And I think we both know what I mean by man hours. You could have been a leader, Caleb, but your focus shifted from your client's assets to your client's ass. You're fired. Get out. Take your bat and balls with you.