Meacham: You wanted to talk, so talk.
Kate Leavitt: Don't take that tone with me, Rex. You know exactly why I'm pulling you aside. You told Bradberton our team would work on Project Cobalt without asking the rest of us first.
Mecham: I don't have to consult with any of you first. I'm the Lead Beverageer, remember? There's a reason J.C. put me in charge, you know. He trusts me to make the hard decisions and make them quickly.
Kate Leavitt: Are you even listening to yourself? "J.C.?" What, are the two of you best buddies now? When you talk like that, I picture you in a crushed velvet jacket swirling a snifter of brandy in one hand and a cigar in the other. What the hell happened to you, Rex? I used to look up to you and now you want us to jump into bed with the U.S. Army. I joined this team to bring joy to the world, not to create weapons of mass destruction.
Meacham: You know what, Kate? I expected more out of you. I really thought you'd jump at the chance to stop fooling around making soft drink flavors and play with the big boys for a change. I'll make this simple for you. Either you stop this emotional outburst and join the rest of us in reality, or I'm pulling you off the team.
Kate Leavitt: Go to hell, Rex. You'll have my resignation by the end of the month.