[while conversing with a candy-striper, Violet realizes the coat she's stolen is a doctor's]
Violet: I'm a doctor. So why the hell am I talking to you? Piss off.
Violet: All right, I'm gonna leave. But don't you ever refer to me as your girl again.
Franklin M. Hart Jr.: What is God's name are you talking about?
Violet: I'll tell you what I'm talking about. I'm no girl, I'm a woman. I'm not you wife or your mother.
Violet: [gesturing toward Doralee] Or even your mistress.
Doralee: What?
Violet: I am your employee and as such I expect to be treated with a little dignity and a little respect.
Doralee: What do you mean "mistress"?
Violet: Oh, just come off it, Doralee. The whole company knows you two are having an affair.
Doralee: Who's been saying we're having an affair?
Violet: [pointing at Hart] Who's been saying it? He has.
Doralee: So that's why everyone around here treats me like some dime-store floozy. They all think I'm screwing the boss. And you just love it, don't you? It gives you some kind of cheap thrill like knocking over pencils and picking up papers. I've put up with all of your pinching, poking, staring and chasing me around the desk because I need this job. But this is the last straw. I've got a gun out there in my purse. Up until now I've been forgiving and forgetting because of the way I was brought up, but I'll tell you one thing. If you say another word about me or make another indecent proposal, I'm gonna get that gun of mine and I'm gonna change you from a rooster to a hen with one shot. And don't think I can't do it.
Violet: Oh, God. They know about the rat poison. I might as well just turn myself in.
Doralee: Violet, it was an accident.
Violet: I'm a murderer.
Judy: No, you're not.
Violet: I'm a murderess. I'm gonna go to the pen. My poor kids. I'm gonna lose my job.
Judy: Violet, stop this.
Violet: I'm no fool. I've killed the boss, you think they're not gonna fire me for a thing like that?
Judy: What are we going to do? If we let him go, he'll call the police.
Doralee: And why not? He's got me for roping him, Violet for poisoning him and Judy for acting like he was first prize at a turkey shoot.
[Judy's fantasy - she's a big game hunter and Hart is the prey]
Franklin M. Hart Jr.: Judy, do you realize there are people trying to kill me out there? Why would anyone want to kill me? I'm not such a bad guy.
Judy: You're a sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot.
Franklin M. Hart Jr.: So I have a few faults; who doesn't?
Judy: You're foul, Hart. A wart on the nose of humanity and I'm going to blast it off.
[she points her shotgun at him]
Franklin M. Hart Jr.: Oh, God. You're just as crazy as the rest of them.
[Violet's fantasy - she's Snow White and Hart is the villain]
Violet: Your coffee, Mr. Hart.
[Hart drinks the coffee, steam comes from his ears, he screams and his head spins around on his neck]
Franklin M. Hart Jr.: I think there was something in that coffee.
Violet: I think you're right.
Franklin M. Hart Jr.: I think it was poison.
Violet: Right again.
Franklin M. Hart Jr.: I think you did it.
Violet: [singing] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Franklin M. Hart Jr.: Why?
Violet: Why do you think?
Franklin M. Hart Jr.: Because I'm a sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot?
Violet: Bingo.
[Doralee's fantasy - she is a rodeo competitor and the boss is her target]
Rodeo Announcer: [voiceover] The pen is open and that's a mean-looking bronc. Our next contender is Miss Doralee Rhodes. Let's see how long it takes her to hogtie this sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot. Whoa. She's already got him. And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, five seconds for Miss Doralee Rhodes.
Violet: [about Judy] But she has never worked a day in her life before.
Jim: I know, but she's just been divorced and she needs the job.
Violet: Yeah, and I'm a widow with 5 kids; Jerry should have never died, I could have divorced him. Is that her?
Jim: Yes.
Violet: We're gonna need a special locker for that hat.
Violet: One thing you should know about dear old Roz... She's the eyes, ears, nose, and throat of Mr. Hart. Anything she hears, he hears.
Judy: You mean she's a... company spy?
Violet: I'm just saying, if you want to gossip in the ladies' room, check under the stalls for her shoes.
Doralee: You know... I just don't get it, Dwayne.
Dwayne Rhodes: What's that, honey?
Doralee: I'm as nice as I know how to be to every single person in that office. Everyone treats ME like a... BASTARD at a family reunion.
Roz Keith: Here, Violet, you can stick this up on the bulletin board.
Violet: Thanks, Roz - I know just *where* to *stick* it.
Violet: What could we use to keep Hart quiet?
Judy: Blackmail?
Violet: Blackmail. Oh, that's a great idea. But what could we get him on?
Judy: A sex scandal. Take a picture of him in bed with a prositute.
Doralee: No, who'd care?
Violet: She's right. Hart would simply buy up all the copies and then distribute them as Christmas cards.
Violet: What are you, a man or a mouse? I mean, a woman or a wouse?
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