Doralee Rhodes Quotes in 9 to 5 (1980)

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

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 *exactly* 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: What do you mean, *mistress*?

Violet Newstead: I am your *employee* and, as such, I expect to be treated with certain things called DIGNITY and EQUALITY and RESPECT!

Doralee Rhodes: Now, y'all just hold on... What's this "mistress" stuff?

Violet Newstead: Doralee, come off it already. The whole office knows you two are having an affair.

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

Violet Newstead: Who do you think?

[gestures toward Hart, then slams out of the office]

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

Franklin Hart, Jr.: 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!

Franklin Hart, Jr.: Doralee, let's not 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 with being chased around the desk, because I need this job. BUT THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!

Franklin Hart, Jr.: Now, why don't we just sit down and...

Doralee Rhodes: Look, I've got a gun out there in my purse. And until now, I've been forgiving and forgetting because of the way I was brought up. But I tell you this: 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 bishop to a rabbi 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: I need a drink, Roz. I'm taking the rest of the day off.

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!

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!

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: 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: 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.

[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!

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!

[the captive Franklin Hart, tied down to his bed, has just been informed by the ladies about finding a company owned warehouse empty]

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

Violet Newstead: That's what Billy Sol Estes said, and they gave him 15 years for embezzlement.

Judy Bernly: That warehouse is supposed to be filled with inventory from Consolidated.

Doralee Rhodes: But you sold it, and you pocketed the money.

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

Violet Newstead: Well, I am going to order the invoices from the head office on Monday. I think you'll see the light when they arrive.

Franklin Hart, Jr.: [getting angry] You start tangling with me and you'd better be prepared to play very rough. I am not going to be stopped by three dim-witted broads! I'm going to get...

[struggling against the ropes]

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

[Hart mistakenly believes Doralee, Violet and Judy have attempted to murder him]

Doralee Rhodes: 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 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 tonight and I forget the whole thing.

Doralee Rhodes: You are *disgusting*!

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

Doralee Rhodes: Is that one of those marijuana cigarettes?

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

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.