Gosh I'm afraid you're not right for this role though, honey, thanks for coming by. Why am...

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...