00. I know, sir. I'm sorry, it wasn't my fault. What do you mean? Why? I, I guess I wasn't...

[John is in Thomas' office for being late and for Ted damaging one of the rental cars] Thomas: John, it's almost 10:00. John: I know, sir. I'm sorry, it wasn't my fault. Thomas: What do you mean? John: Why? I, I guess I wasn't really prepared for a follow-up question. Thomas: John, all you got to do is to not fuck up, and you get my job when I go to Corporate next month. You're the new branch manager. All you got to do is not fuck up. John: I realize that. Thomas: Good. Glad to hear. Because in a month, my life could be your life. A cushy, $38,000 a year branch manager who is personal friends with Tom Skeritt? Not a bad life, is it? John: No. Thomas: [Taps desk] Let me show you something that I don't like to show people, because I don't want them treating me differently. [Pulls out a picture frame from his top drawer] Thomas: Lo, that's me and Skeritt. John: Wow. Thomas: Goddamn right, wow. [Places picture frame back in drawer] Thomas: I'm gonna dock you for dinging the car and for showing up late, okay? Try to be a little more responsible tomorrow. John: I will, sir. I promise. [as Thomas writes the disciplinary report, John points at him with both hands] John: [Impersonating Tom Skeritt] Not gonna let you down, Goose. Thomas: What? John: Top Gun. Thomas: So? John: Tom Skeritt. Thomas: I know that. Get out of here, okay? John: Thank you, sir.