Nine to Five (1980)

Dolly Parton: Doralee Rhodes

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• Violet Newstead : Oh, God. They know about the rat poison. I might as well just turn myself in.

  Doralee Rhodes : Violet, it was an accident.

  Violet Newstead : I'm a murderer.

  Judy Bernly : No, you're not.

  Violet Newstead : I'm a murderess. I'm gonna go to the pen. My poor kids. I'm gonna lose my job.

  Judy Bernly : Violet, stop this.

  Violet Newstead : I'm no fool. I've killed the boss, you think they're not gonna fire me for a thing like that?

• Doralee Rhodes : Well, I say we hire a couple'a wranglers to go upstairs and beat the shit out of him.

• Violet Newstead : He wants to prosecute.

  Doralee Rhodes : Well why wouldn't he? He's got you for poisoning him, and me for roping him, and *you* for acting like he was first prize at a turkey shoot!

• Violet Newstead : What could we use to keep Hart quiet?

  Judy Bernly : Blackmail?

  Violet Newstead : Blackmail, oh that sounds good! What could we get on him...?

  Judy Bernly : A sex scandal! Take a picture of him in bed with a prositute.

  Doralee Rhodes : No, who'd care?

  Violet Newstead : Yeah, Hart would just buy up all the copies and then distribute them as Christmas cards.

• Violet Newstead : Okay, I'm gonna leave, but let me tell you one thing before I go: don't you *ever* refer to me as "your girl" again.

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : What in God's name are you talking about?

  [Doralee enters] 

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : Doralee, now what are we gonna do about this chair?

  Violet Newstead : I'll tell you what I'm talking about: I'm no girl; I'm a woman, do you hear me? I'm not your wife - thank God - or your mother...

  [gesturing toward Doralee] 

  Violet Newstead : ... or even your mistress.

  Doralee Rhodes : [shocked]  What?

  Violet Newstead : I am your *employee* and, as such, I expect to be treated equally, with a little dignity and a little respect!

  Doralee Rhodes : What do you mean, *mistress*?

  Violet Newstead : Doralee, just come off it, for God's sake. The whole office knows you two are having an affair.

  Doralee Rhodes : WHO'S BEEN SAYING WE'RE HAVING AN AFFAIR?

  Violet Newstead : Who's been saying it? HE has.

  [leaves] 

  Doralee Rhodes : What? So! You've been telling everybody I'm sleeping with you, huh? Well, that explains it; that's why these people treat me like some dime-store floozy. They all think I'm screwing the boss!

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : No, no... That's not it at all...!

  Doralee Rhodes : Oh, and you just love it, don't you! It gives you some sort of cheap thrill, like knocking over pencils, and picking up papers...

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : Doralee, let's don't get excited here...

  Doralee Rhodes : Get your scummy hands off me. Look, I've been straight with you since the first day I got here. And I've put up will all your groping and ogling and hollow apologies and chasing me around the desk, because I need this job. BUT THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : All right, now, let's... Let's just sit down here and...

  Doralee Rhodes : Look, I've got a gun out there in my purse. And up to now, I've been forgiving and forgetting because of the way I was brought up. But I'll tell you one thing: If you ever 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!

  [calls back over her shoulder while storming out of the office] 

  Doralee Rhodes : DON'T THINK I CAN'T DO IT!

  [slams the door and then keeps going] 

• Doralee Rhodes : [Hart mistakenly believes Doralee, Violet and Judy have attempted to murder him]  ... But it really was a mistake, Mr. Hart! Violet put the poison in strictly by *accident*!

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : Oh, really? 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 Rhodes : Just what are you driving at?

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : It's very simple. You come over to my house for the night, and I'll forget the whole thing - maybe.

  Doralee Rhodes : [disgusted]  Mr. Hart, you are a *MONSTER*!

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

  Doralee Rhodes : Mr. Hart, I'm begging you, think about what you're doing here! Do you really wanna destroy all three of our lives, for no reason?

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : I'm not the one who started this; it was you three who did the plotting, and now you gotta pay the consequences.

  Doralee Rhodes : Well, I'm not gonna let you do this!

  [She rips out the cord for his desk-phone] 

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : There's another phone over there, Doralee... which reminds me of something else I wanted to talk with you about. See, I have a great sense of humor about most things...

  [He holds up the scarf which Violet was tricked into buying for Doralee] 

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : ... But I just don't appreciate it, at all, when people like you give back my presents.

  Doralee Rhodes : You are *rotten*, Mr. Hart; has anybody ever told you that? I don't know whether you were born this way, or whether you actually had to work on it, but you are *EVIL*!

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : Oh, good. I love when you get angry like that.

  [He reaches for his other phone] 

  Doralee Rhodes : Mr. Hart, if you touch that phone, I'm gonna jerk it clean out of the wall!

  [With an exaggerated diabolical laugh, he sticks his finger in the dial. She wrenches his hand away from the phone, and behind his back, with a force that nearly snaps his wrist. Then she hog-ties him with the cord and gags him with the scarf] 

• Doralee Rhodes : Is that one of those marijuana cigarettes?

  Violet Newstead : [Under her breath]  We don't have enough for everyone, cool it!

• Doralee Rhodes : That's just great! We just waltz into the hospital and say, "We're sorry, we made a mistake." Well, maybe they'll give us Hart's body in exchange!

  Violet Newstead : There is no need to get sarcastic!

• Doralee Rhodes : [stepping out from behind the car after seeing that the wrong corpse is in the trunk of the car]  Uh, Judy? Would you come back here for a second?

  Judy Bernly : What?

  Doralee Rhodes : Look.

  Judy Bernly : Who's that?

  Doralee Rhodes : I don't know.

  Judy Bernly : Where's Hart?

  Doralee Rhodes : I don't know.

  Judy Bernly : Oh, my God, you mean she... *oh my god!*

  Doralee Rhodes : [stepping out from beind the car]  Violet, honey, would you come over here for a second?

  Violet Newstead : What is the matter with you two? We have got to get the - who is that?

• [Violet, planning to get rid of a dead corpse from the hospital that she thinks is Hart's body, drives crazily and speeds along the highway with Doralee and Judy in the car with her] 

  Judy Bernly : Where's the body?

  Violet Newstead : In the trunk! Look, all we have to do is get some cement blocks, chain them to his feet and pitch him off the end of the pier, and no one will ever know.

  Doralee Rhodes : You are crazy! They'll find it, they always find it!

  Violet Newstead : Oh-hoh, crazy am I? They never found Jimmy Hoffa!

• [in Doralee's fantasy, she's the boss making advances toward her secretary Hart] 

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : Mrs. Rhodes... I am a married man.

  Doralee Rhodes : Forget about your wife! I mean, you may be hers in the evening, but you're my boy from nine to five!

• Judy Bernly : Why don't we send Roz away on vacation?

  Violet Newstead : Judy, a vacation is only two weeks. We've got to keep her away longer then that.

  Judy Bernly : Hey, I've got a better idea. Have you ever heard of those Aspen language schools in Europe where they send executives to learn foreign languages? Why don't we send her there?

  Violet Newstead : You know, that idea's not half-bad. We could write it up that it's... top secret. Consolidated is looking to open overseas offices in Europe and they need executives who can... speak French or something. We could enroll Roz at one of those schools in Paris and send her there for a six-week learning course to take.

  Judy Bernly : But will she go?

  Doralee Rhodes : Are you kidding? If Hart asked her?

• Doralee Rhodes : You know... I just don't get it, Dwayne.

  Dwayne Rhodes : What's that, honey?

  Doralee Rhodes : 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.

• Violet Newstead : I guess I must've made a mistake.

  Doralee Rhodes : You steal the wrong body from the hospital and all you can say is I must have made a mistake!

  Violet Newstead : It could happen to anyone.

• Violet Newstead : Hey, I just got some bad news. It's a telex from the head office in New York. They received our request, but due to a new computer system download and overhaul at their office... they won't be able to send us the invoices from Ajax Warehouse for another month - four to six weeks.

  Judy Bernly : Four to six weeks! We have to keep Hart tied up all that time?

  Violet Newstead : [shrugs]  Do we have a choice?

  Doralee Rhodes : Yeah, I think we can pull it off. I really do. Until today, I never knew just how unpopular Hart is around here. Believe me, nobody in this whole building wants to face that man, not if they can avoid it!

  Judy Bernly : Except the one person who WOULD want to.

  Violet Newstead : Yeah, Roz. Not that it doesn't add up; she's even less popular than he is... So what are we going to do about her?

• Doralee Rhodes : Mr. Hart, I'm a married woman!

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : And I'm a married man. That's what makes it so perfect.

• [the captive Franklin Hart, tied down to his bed, has just been informed by Judy and Company about their finding the company-owned Ajax Warehouse cleaned out] 

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : An empty warehouse? What's wrong with that?

  Violet Newstead : That's what Billy Sol Estes said, remember? He got 15 years on Alcatraz for embezzlement.

  Judy Bernly : That warehouse is supposed to be filled with inventory from Consolidated. But you sold all of it and you pocketed the money... which explains how you could afford this mansion.

  Doralee Rhodes : We keep underrating you, fella. We always knew you were an obnoxious, philandering, sexist backstabber... but we didn't realize you were a crook to boot.

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : You'll never be able to prove any of that.

  Violet Newstead : Well, I'm gonna order the invoices from CC's head office on Monday. I think you'll see things our way, once they arrive.

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : [getting angry]  You tangle with me, and I hope you're prepared to play dirty and rough. I'll be damned if I let myself be stopped by three dim-witted broads! I'm gonna get...

  [struggling against the ropes] 

  Franklin Hart, Jr. : I'm gonna get loose, even if I have to kill someone to do it!

• Judy Bernly : What are we going to do? Roz is coming back from Paris this Friday after completing her six-week schooling of French. What if we still don't get the Ajax Warehouse invoices then?

  Doralee Rhodes : Well... if she gives us anymore trouble, we'll just send her back to that language school and this time, let her learn to speak German!