Working Girl Monologues

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.

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?

You know where you can bury your hatchet? Now get your bony ass outta my sight!

I expect you to call me Tess. I don't expect you to fetch me coffee unless you're getting some for yourself. And the rest we'll just make up as we go along.

I have a head for business and a body for sin. Is there anything wrong with that?

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.

I'm not quite sure what you mean, sir. I've got something in my belly, but I think it's nervous knots.

I know what I'm doing.

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?

I read a lot of things. You never know where the big ideas could come from.

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?

Ruth, lookit - I'm thirty years old. Took me five years of night school, but I got my degree and I got it with honors; I *know* I could do a job. I mean, you ask any of my bosses - even, even Lutz! - if Tess McGill hasn't called a few.

DAVID LUTZ IS A SLEAZOID PIMP WITH A TINY LITTLE DICK