- Harris: Girls!
- Man: What?
- Harris: I said, "Girls!"
- Man: Oh, yeah.
- Harris: They can't spell, they can't type, they make 15 pounds a week, which took me the best part of my life to rise up to, and what use are they? Will you please tell me that, number two? They sit and read their horoscopes all day, they fill their desks with wet towels and flannels and toothpaste, they bung up the toilet with tea leaves, they burst into tears if you so much as mention the fact that they're half an hour late. What earthly use they are, I don't...
- Man: Excuse me
- [leaves the office]