Working Girl
1988
Cyn: Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn't make me Madonna. Never will.
Mick: Tess, will you marry me? Tess McGill: Maybe. Mick: Ya call that an answer? Tess McGill: You want another answer, ask another girl.
(the morning after Tess passed out from drinking) Tess McGill: What did happen, exactly? Jack Trainer: The earth moved. The angels wept. The Polaroids are, are, uh... (gropes about in his coat pockets) are in my other coat. (Grins) Nothing happened. Nothing happened!
Tess McGill: You can bend the rules plenty once you get to the top, but not while you're trying to get there. And if you're someone like me, you can't get there without bending the rules Oren Trask: You've got a real fire in your belly. Tess McGill: I'm not quite sure what you mean, sir. I've got something in my belly, but I think it's nervous knots.
Jack Trainer: You're the first woman I've seen in one of these things that dresses like a woman, not like a woman thinks a man would dress if he was a woman. Tess McGill: Thank you I guess.
(about Jack's chin scar) Tess McGill: How did you get the scar? Jack Trainer: Some guy pulled a knife in Detroit. Tess McGill: Really? Jack Trainer: No. No. I was nineteen and I thought it'd be cool to have a pierced ear. My girlfriend stuck the needle through and I heard this pop and fainted and hit my chin on the toilet.
Cynthia: Can I get ya anything? Coffee? Tea? Me?
(Looking through Katherine Parker's wardrobe) Cynthia: Six thousand dollars? It's not even leather!
(In the bar) Tess McGill: I have a head for business and a bod for sin. Is there anything wrong with that? Jack Trainer: Uh, no. No.
Tess McGill: You know, maybe I just don't like you. Jack Trainer: Me? Naaah!
Tess McGill: (to Katherine) Look, you, maybe you've got everyone around here fooled with this saint act you have going, but do not ever speak to me again like we don't know what really happened, you got me? Katherine Parker: Tess, this is business. Let's just bury the hatchet, okay? Tess McGill: You know where you can bury your hatchet? Now get your bony ass outta my sight!
Oren Trask: Now get your - what was that you called it? Tess McGill, Jack Trainer: Bony ass. Oren Trask: Yes - your bony ass out of my sight!
Tess McGill: I am not steak. You cant just order me.
Cynthia: Why does it do that? Tess McGill: Cleaning... Cynthia: Are you kiddin' me?
Katherine Parker: Ugh! What a slob. Tess McGill: You were so smooth with him. Katherine Parker: Never burn bridges. Today's junior *prick*, tomorrow's senior partner.
Alice Baxter: Uhm, Ms McGill? Tess McGill: Yes. Alice Baxter: (pointing to private office) That's your desk... in there... Tess McGill: I don't think so. Alice Baxter: Oh, yes. Tess McGill: Sorry, I thought the secretary would sit out here... Alice Baxter: That's right, I'm the secretary. If you don't mind, I'd prefer assistant.
Tess McGill: (from her new, private office) Hey, Cyn. Guess where I am.
Tess McGill: What if he doesn't?... pop the question? Katherine Parker: I really don't think that's a variable. We're in the same city now, I've indicated that I'm receptive to an offer, I've cleared the month of June... and I am, after all, me.
Cynthia: Whaddya need speech class for, ya talk fine!
(Upon reading Tess' day planner) Katherine Parker: Why that little... slut! Bitch! Secretary!
Tess McGill: (pretending to be her boss) I know what I'm doing. Cynthia: Yeah, screwing up your life. Tess McGill: No, I'm trying to make it better! I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life working my ass off and getting nowhere just because I followed rules that I had nothing to do with setting up, OK?
Tess McGill: (Mick has bought Tess some lingerie for her birthday) Y'know, Mick, just once I could go for like a sweater or some earrings... something that I could actually wear outside of this apartment?
Tess McGill: (after taking several shots of tequila) Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy... mmm... Jack Trainer: You ok? Tess McGill: Mmm... fine... I took an antihistamine before and it makes for a nice little buzz.