Ally McBeal1997

Ally McBeal:
Richard, I'm going to ask you one more time, did you hire me based on my looks?

Richard Fish:
[sighs] Ally, did we know each other in law school?

Ally McBeal:
Not... really.

Richard Fish:
Mmm-hmmm. Did I interview you for the job?

Ally McBeal:
No.

Richard Fish:
Did I ask to see a reference or a transcript?

Ally McBeal:
No.

Richard Fish:
So, all I had to go on was looks. Why bite the hand that wants to touch you?

[Richard fingers Ally's wattle, she slaps him away]

Ally McBeal:
So, this had nothing to do with my ability as a lawyer.

Richard Fish:
What ability? I'm still looking for that. Kidding. Ally, you, Ling, Nelle, you're smart. You wouldn't be here if you weren't. But you have to remember, people hate lawyers. The clients think their lawyers are only out to screw them. It's just easier being screwed by a beautiful woman. Vulgarism, but ...

Ally McBeal:
[turning to walk out] I can't believe this.

Richard Fish:
Don't tell me you don't trade on your looks every day, Ally. You wake up each morning, you pull out the lip gloss, the rouge, the blush. What for, to brush up your intellect?