Don't you *ever* refer to me as "your girl" again. What in God's name are you talking...

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]