I'll call the doctor. Listen, you'll do what I tell you. What are you trying to do? What...

Lora Hart: I'll call the doctor. Nick, the Chauffeur: Listen, you'll do what I tell you. Lora Hart: What are you trying to do? What he did? Nick, the Chauffeur: No, but you're not gonna call a doctor. You're a nurse, you give her the works yourself. Lora Hart: I can't, except under doctor's orders. Nick, the Chauffeur: Oh, yes you can, and what's more, you will. [Nick squeezes her wrist tightly] Lora Hart: I can't very well with a broken wrist. [Lora picks up the phone] Lora Hart: Operator, operator, get me a doctor quick! Nick, the Chauffeur: Hang up, or I'll break your neck. Lora Hart: What right have you to? Nick, the Chauffeur: Plenty. Mrs. Ritchey: Oh, be quiet! Nick, the Chauffeur: Ah, shut up! Mrs. Ritchey: Oh, don't be sore, Nicky, Kiss me. Nick, the Chauffeur: [to Lora] Get busy. Lora Hart: I tell you I can't without the proper authority. Nick, the Chauffeur: I give you the authority.