Melrose Place1992

Amanda Woodward:
Allison, I'm glad you're preparing for a meeting, but I'd appreciated it if you do it at your own desk. And take that garish piece of glass with you!

Allison Parker:
This is my desk, Amanda. I'm sorry, but the board of directors have decided to replace you.

Amanda Woodward:
With you? I don't think so.

Allison Parker:
It's all in this memo. Again, I'm sorry. It's nothing personal. It's more about your illness.

[Amanda takes the paper from Allison and quickly reads it through]

Amanda Woodward:
I don't know what you used to pull this off you dishonest, self-serving, pathetic drunk, but when I find out I'm going to turn it around and cut you open like a rotten piece of fruit!

Allison Parker:
It's policy, Amanda. You know that rule. I didn't plan this. Messenger...

Amanda Woodward:
I will not be patronized by you!

Allison Parker:
Amanda, you need to get well, and when you do, there will always be a job at D&D for you.

Amanda Woodward:
There sure as hell is, and you're in it!