Miss Congeniality2005

McDonald:
This is some of the fan mail we've gotten for you since the pageant. Letters, cards, chocolates.

Gracie:
Well, uh, I'll take the chocolates.

McDonald:
[reading from a letter] "Dear Miss Hart, I saw you on the pageant. The next night I was coming out of a party when this horrible guy grabbed me in the parking lot. So I did your SING self-defense, and he totally backed off. I've gone through some tough times lately, and you have no idea what it means to feel like you can stand up for yourself again. I just wanted to say thank you and you looked beautiful in your e--

Gracie:
Evening gown?

McDonald:
Evening gown.

Gracie:
She liked it?

McDonald:
Lori, Newark.

Gracie:
Sir, you're reading my mail. That's a-- That's a class-B misdemeanor.

McDonald:
Hart, I've been getting five calls a day for you to be on talk shows. The Bureau's had some bad publicity lately and the director thinks you could be the new face of the FBI.

Gracie:
Sir, I'm just a- I'm just a field agent.

McDonald:
Most field agents don't have the president calling them at home to congratulate them.

Gracie:
I still can't believe I hung up on him. I really did think it was Clonsky.