Nine to Five

Violet:
I'm a doctor. So why the hell am I talking to you? Piss off.

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.

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.

Franklin M. Hart Jr.:
Oh, God. You're just as crazy as the rest of them.

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?

Violet:
I have to go shopping. We're running out of everything: cat food, fish food, ant spray, rat poison.

Franklin M. Hart Jr.:
I'm a married man, Mrs. Rhodes!

Doralee:
Frank, you belong to your wife at home, but you're my boy from 9 to 5!

Doralee:
Mr. Hart, I swear to you on Everything Holy: Violet put the rat poison in your coffee strictly by ACCIDENT!

Franklin M. Hart Jr.:
Well, she might be able to get a jury and the press to believe that; then again, she might not. But I think the real question here is whether or not YOU want to take that chance.

Doralee:
Just what are you driving at?

Franklin M. Hart Jr.:
It's very simple. You could make me forget the whole thing, if you come up to my house tonight and do what I want.

Doralee:
You are DISGUSTING!

Franklin M. Hart Jr.:
Is that a "no"? Too bad.

Hospital Cleaning Lady:
"Hey, Vera! We've got another stiff in the john."

Violet:
"We're gonna need a special locker for the hat."

Violet honey,could you you come back here for a minute?