Isabella: Miss McLeod, on this table here is a piece of paper awaiting your signature. Since it has been brought to the senator’s attention you don’t have a mandate to close anymore firehouses we’d like for you to sign it. McLeod: I don’t think you understand… Isabella: I don’t think you understand this: you may be able to bully your way around the State Fire Marshall’s office, but you’re swimming in different waters now, Gail. You’re gonna sign that paper or you’re gonna have microphones stuck in your face asking why your salary is a big chunk of the money you saved the city. McLeod: If you would just stop to think for a moment… Isabella: If you don’t sign that I’ll nail you to a cross so hard you won’t get a government contract as a meter maid.