CASE WORKER. You will? To whom?
MARTIN. To a New York newspaper which would just love the story of a noble case worker and how well she works her cases.
CASE WORKER. The impudence!
MARTIN. And your picture. I always illustrate my own stories, and I can draw your face from memory.
CASE WORKER. [Whining.] But I must turn in some kind of a report.
MARTIN. You lost it! And Uncle Sam forgot it. It's only one of ten million. [He escorts her to door.]
CASE WORKER. [As she storms out.] I ought to report the whole lot of you to the police.
KATE. [As she further reduces the crumpled report to fragments and tosses them into wastebasket.]. I don't know how I managed to keep still as long as I did. I wanted to choke her.
TED. I'm sorry I ever made the application.
KATE. Why did you do it?