I give you the authority

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