Tootsie

George Fields: [to Dorothy/Michael] I begged you to get therapy. John Van Horne: [after Dorothy reveals she is a man] Does Jeff know? Ron Carlisle: [after Dorothy reveals she is a man] I knew there was a reason she didn't like me!

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George: Where do you come off sending me your roommate's play for you to star in? I'm your agent, not your mother! I'm not supposed to find plays for you to star in - I'm supposed to field offers! And that's what I do! Michael: 'Field offers?' Who told you that, the Agent Fairy? That was a significant piece of work - I could've been terrific in that part. George: Michael, nobody's gonna do that play. Michael: Why? George: Because it's a downer, that's why. Because nobody wants to produce a play about a couple that moved back to Love Canal. Michael: But that actually happened! George: Who gives a shit? Nobody wants to pay twenty dollars to watch people living next to chemical waste! They can see that in New Jersey!

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Michael: Are you saying that nobody in New York will work with me? George: No, no, that's too limited... nobody in Hollywood wants to work with you either. I can't even send you up for a commercial. You played a tomato for 30 seconds - they went a half a day over schedule because you wouldn't sit down. Michael: Yes - it wasn't logical. George: You were a tomato! A tomato doesn't have logic. A tomato can't move. Michael: That's what I said. So if he can't move, how's he gonna sit down, George? [George sinks into his chair, holding his head in his hands.] I was a stand-up tomato: a juicy, sexy, beefsteak tomato. Nobody does vegetables like me. I did an evening of vegetables off-Broadway. I did the best tomato, the best cucumber... I did an endive salad that knocked the critics on their ass.

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Sandy: Wish me luck. Michael: [trying to help her keep her anger for an audition] Fuck you. Sandy: Thanks. Michael: Fuck you.

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Rita: I'd like to make her look a little more attractive, how far can you pull back? Cameraman: How do you feel about Cleveland? Rita: Knock it off.

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Ron: I'm afraid you're not right for this role. Thanks for coming by. Dorothy: Why am I not right, Mister Carlisle? Ron: I'm trying to make a certain statement and I'm looking for a specific physical type. Dorothy: Mr. Carlisle, I'm an actress. I'm a character actress. I can play it any way you want. Ron: I'm sure you're a very good actress. It's just that you're not threatening enough. Dorothy: Not threatening enough? Listen, 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: [shaken] It's a start. Dorothy: Oh I know what y'all really want is some gross caricature of a woman to prove some idiotic point that power makes a woman masculine, or masculine women are ugly. Well shame on you for letting a man do that, or any man that does that. That means you, dear. Miss Marshall. Shame on you, you macho shit head.

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