Dressed to Kill

Voice of Bobbi:
Don't make me be a bad girl again!

Liz Blake:
Thank god, straight f***s are still in style!

Doctor Robert Elliott:
Doctor, I am not paranoid.

Liz Blake:
Do you want to f*** me?

Doctor Robert Elliott:
Oh, yes.

Liz Blake:
Then why don't you?

Doctor Robert Elliott:
Because I'm a doctor and...

Liz Blake:
F***ed a lot of doctors.

Doctor Robert Elliott:
...and I'm married.

Liz Blake:
F***ed a lot of them, too.

Dr. Elliott:
How are things going with you and Mike?

Kate Miller:
Fine.

Dr. Elliott:
Good.

Kate Miller:
[considering for a moment] No, they're not fine. What a stupid word that is. He gave me one of his wham-bang specials today and I'm mad at him. Isn't that right? Shouldn't I be mad at him?

Dr. Elliott:
Yeah. Did you tell him?

Kate Miller:
Of course not. I moaned with pleasure at his touch - isn't that what every man wants?

Dr. Elliott:
I don't know. Is it?

Kate Miller:
Don't start that stuff with me.

Kate Miller:
Maybe there's something wrong with me.

Dr. Elliott:
There's nothing wrong with you.

Kate Miller:
Do you find me attractive?

Dr. Elliott:
Of course.

Kate Miller:
Would you want to sleep with me?

Dr. Elliott:
Yes.

Kate Miller:
Then why don't you?

Dr. Elliott:
Because I love my wife, and sleeping with you isn't worth jeopardizing my marriage. Is it worth it to you?

Kate Miller:
I don't know.

Liz Blake:
I'm sorry, am I bothering you?

Hood #1:
Naw, you ain't bothering me.

Hood #2:
But you're bothering ME.

Hood #1:
You say she's bothering you?

Hood #2:
That's right, this b*tch is bothering me.

Hood #1:
Well, what you gonna do 'bout that?

Hood #2:
I'm gonna kick her ass.

Peter Miller:
Look, Liz, I've got to get home and get to work.

Liz Blake:
Gee, I'm gonna miss having you on my tail. You made me feel kind of safe.

Peter Miller:
Want to come home with me? I'd love the company.

Liz Blake:
Wouldn't Mike mind?

Peter Miller:
Mike's out of town on a business trip. We've got plenty of room.

Liz Blake:
Great. I could sure use the vacation.

Peter Miller:
Good, good. I'll get the check.

Dr. Robert Elliott:
Doctor, I am not paranoid. Bobbi was making threats over the phone. She said she's going to hurt me. My patient was slashed to death. And now my razor is gone. Now you don't have to be a detective to figure it out, do you?

Bobbi:
[on Elliott's answering machine] This is Bobbi. You won't see me anymore, so I thought I'd have a little session with your machine. Oh Doctor, I'm so unhappy. I'm a woman trapped inside a man's body - and you're not helping me to get out! So I got a new shrink, Levy's his name, he's gonna sign the papers so I can get my operation. Oh... I borrowed your razor... and - well, you'll read all about it. Some blonde b*tch saw me, but I'll get her.