Keep trying, I think you'll make it.

Jerry Webster:

[Jerry's boss - and friend - Pete - is making him ring Carol Templeton to apologise - and hopefully have her withdraw her complaint to the Advertising Council]
Carol Templeton, please, Jerry Webster calling. [Speaking to the operator] Jerry Webster:
Ramsey & Son. Peter 'Pete' Ramsey:
Assure her of our high moral character Carol Templeton:
[Split-screen, à la Pillow Talk]
Yes, Mr. Webster? Jerry Webster:
Mr. Ramsey, here, tells me that you spoke to him, and I'd like to,ask you a favour; will you kindly keep,your big, fat nose out of my business? [Pete starts getting furious, yelling in a strangled voice 'no, no,' at Jerry, who ignores him] Jerry Webster:
If the competition's too tough, get out of the advertising profession. [Pete's got his hands in his face] Carol Templeton:
YOU aren't even IN the advertising profession, and if I weren't a lady, I'd tell you what profession you ARE in. Jerry Webster:
Tell me, anyway Carol Templeton:
[Thinking she's got the upper-hand, tries to talk 'down' to Jerry]
Well, let me put it this way; I don't use sex to land an account. Jerry Webster:
When do you use it Carol Templeton:
I don't. Jerry Webster:
My condolences to your husband Carol Templeton:
[Carol's eyes narrow, and she's seething with anger as she speaks]
I'm NOT married. Jerry Webster:
That figures. Carol Templeton:
What, what do you mean, 'that figures'? Jerry Webster:
Well, a husband would be competition. There's only room for one man in the family. Carol Templeton:
[Carol's steaming, and trying to stay calm]
Oooh! Let me tell,you,something, Mr. Webster; I wish I were a man, right now, Jerry Webster:
[Goading Carol]
Keep trying, I think you'll make it. [Carole looks at the phone's receiver, and hangs it up, forcefully]