Mel Cobb:
Good luck, Mr. Trachsel.

Stacy Trachsel:
Hey, Cobb . . . it's Stacy.

Mel Cobb:
Good luck, Stacy.

Winston Banks:
You mean you're not coming to the corporate barbecue?

Mel Cobb:
That's all right. I mean, I--basically my day is done when I finish work here.

Winston Banks:
Hey, this is no vacation, man. This is about business. This is how you schmooze and booze, you know what I mean?

Mel Cobb:
I don't drink.

Winston Banks:
I don't know. Him sniffing his hands and mayonnaise just makes my stomach want to rumble.

Mel Cobb:
Well, it certainly wouldn't do much for my appetite, I'll tell you that.