Jeff: The Olympic committee will be here soon, and I want everyone their toes. (leaves the office)
Frank: What the hell is he talking about?
Rachel: I think he means do up your tie.
Frank: Stupid bloody Olympics. They'll be a disaster. (pauses) I think I'll stay as I am.
(Rachel is on the phone)
Chick Benson: (holds up his fingers to form a bit of a rectangle) Like your lips for us, darling.
Rachel: Did you say something to me?
Frank: I think you can go now, Chick.
(when he leaves, Rachel looks at Frank and licks her lips; Frank does the same)