The O.C., Season 4

Taylor:
Uh, Mister! Mail Carrier, sir! 'Scuse me, please! Could you wait? Hi. I'm sorry. Um, a woman in that house where I live just gave you a letter that she shouldn't have and, uh, I kind of need it back.

Mailman:
Ma'am, once the letter goes in the pouch. it's the property of the federal government.

Taylor:
Okay... and I totally understand that. But if you take that letter, I am gonna lose my place at Berkeley and the chance to be with the man I love and who I think loves me, and, and... 15 years from now, when he is trapped in a loveless marriage and I have become a cold, hard ice-queen for whom love is no more than a distant memory, it will all come down to the fact that this morning, which, coincidentally, happens to be my birthday, you obeyed the letter of the law at the expense of simple, human charity.

Mailman:
Wow, that was amazing.

Taylor:
Can I have my letter now?

Mailman:
Yeah, sure.