Thank you, sir

[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