"Three Women"

Millie Lammoreaux: Don't you remember her, Dr. Maas? Pinky Rose. She's all well now, and she wants to come back to work.

Dr. Maas: Rose? I don't - Lammoreaux, Bunweill's in charge of personnel. And if there's no place for her here, there's no place for her.

Millie Lammoreaux: But she's already worked here. She's really good, Dr. Maas. Everybody liked her. Really.

Dr. Maas: No. I do not think this was a simple mistake. The chances of her making up a Social Security number exactly the same as yours are very slim.

Ms. Bunweil: She maliciously gave me your number when she filled out her W-4.

Millie Lammoreaux: How could she have? I didn't even know her then.

Ms. Bunweil: Don't get smart with me, Lammoreaux. You can't fool me. She told me she couldn't remember her number and was gonna write home for it, and, like a fool, I believed her.

Millie Lammoreaux: So maybe she forgot to do it and just gave you mine instead. She didn't mean anything bad by it. I don't know what makes it such a big deal. She's just a little kid.

Dr. Maas: I'll tell you what makes it such a big deal. I do not want any discrepancies in these records. I do not want government people coming in here going through these books. I think Rose did this on purpose.

Ms. Bunweil: I didn't trust her from the very minute I first laid eyes on her.

Millie Lammoreaux: She never did anything wrong on purpose. She's just scared of you, that's all. Then she almost died, and nobody even cared around here. You're the bad ones, not Pinky. All you care about's your time clock, your money and your dumb books. Well, you don't have to worry about any Social Security numbers anymore, because I quit. It's a horrible job. And we don't need it. Neither of us.