Jack Malone: Are we not talking? Is that, uh, is that what's going on here? You know, it's been two weeks. You still haven't unpacked the boxes at your desk.
(she looks at him)
Jack Malone: What's that for, is that for my benefit?
Vivian: Don't flatter yourself, Jack, please.
Jack Malone: You know what, Viv? I understand that you're upset. Just knock off the whole martyr thing, will you?
Vivian: Me? A martyr? Look who's talking. You walk around with the weight of the world on your shoulders. You know what? As far as I'm concerned, you should be back in Chicago doing what's right for your kids.
Jack Malone: You know what? You want to take a shot at me about my work, that's one thing. But just shut up about my personal life, all right? It's none of your business.
Vivian: Yeah, well, stop bringing your personal life into the workplace, Jack.
Jack Malone: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Vivian: It means you screwed Samantha and dumped her like garbage. You go back to your wife, but you don't really try and make that work. You recommend me for a job, then you take that back. Then you come along and you say sorry, like I'm supposed to go back as if nothing happened. Well, you know what? You need to take responsibility for the things you do, Jack, and grow up.