Ron Carlisle:
Gosh I'm afraid you're not right for this role though, honey, thanks for coming by.
Dorothy Michaels:
Why am I not right, Mister Carlisle?
Ron Carlisle:
I'm trying to make a certain statement here and I'm looking for a specific physical type.
Dorothy Michaels:
Mr. Carlisle, I'm an actress. I'm a character actress. I can play it any way you want. Can't you give me any idea what you're looking for?
Ron Carlisle:
Honey, I'm sure that you're a very, very good actress. It's just that you're a little too soft and genteel, you're not threatening enough.
Dorothy Michaels:
Not threatening enough? How's this, you take your hands off me or I'll knee your balls right through the roof of your mouth! Is that enough of a threat?
Ron Carlisle:
[shaken]
It's a start.
Dorothy Michaels:
Yes, I think I know what y'all really want. You want some gross caricature of a woman to prove some idiotic point, like power makes a woman masculine, or that masculine women are ugly. Well shame on the woman who lets you do that, on ANY woman that lets you do that.
[to Rita]
Dorothy Michaels:
And that means you, dear, Miss Marshall.
[turning back to Ron]
Dorothy Michaels:
Shame unto you! Macho shithead.
[storms off]
Rita:
Jesus!
Ron Carlisle:
What is so idiotic about power making a woman masculine?
[reconsidering when he sees Rita]
Ron Carlisle:
Not that that was my point...
