When a secretary's idea is stolen by her boss, she seizes an opportunity to steal it back by pretending she has her boss' job.
— Tess, will you marry me?
— Maybe.
— That's an answer?
— You want another answer, ask another girl.
You can bend the rules upstairs, but not while you're trying to get there. And someone like me can't get there without bending the rules.
You're like one of those crazed cops. The kind nobody wants to ride with, whose partners all end up dead or crazy.
— How'd you get this scar?
— Some guy pulled a knife in Detroit.
— Really?
— No. No. I was 19 and I thought it'd be cool to have a pierced ear. My girlfriend stuck the needle through and I fainted and hit my chin on the toilet.
— Have you been telling that story ever since?
— You're the only one who knows the true story.
— Except the girlfriend.
— I had her disappear. It's too bad. Nice girl. Real shame.
I consider us a team, and as such we have a uniform. Simple, elegant, impeccable.
You're the first woman here that dresses like a woman, not like a woman thinks a man would dress if he was a woman.
— These things are usually so boring.
— I wouldn't know.
— Power to the people.
— The little people.
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