Katharine Parker

— Tess, this is business. Let's just bury the hatchet, OK?
— You know where you can bury your hatchet? Now get your bony ass out of my sight.

I've cleared the month of June. And I am, after all, me.

I consider us a team, and as such we have a uniform. Simple, elegant, impeccable.

— Did you happen to see this?
— What is it?
— It's an outline of your idea for a Trask radio acquisition. I was planning to send it over to Jack Trainer. I thought I'd give your idea one last go-round. It just occurs to me, looking at it, that it reads as though it were my idea. Jack got burned once. He was accused of stealing a plan for taking a company private. He's very sticky about the ethics of reviewing other people's strategies. He wouldn't do it if it was from a colleague, and I couldn't say it was a secretary's notion.

Never burn bridges. Today's junior prick, tomorrow's senior partner.

— «Dress shabbily, they notice the dress. Dress impeccably, they notice the woman». Coco Chanel.
— How do I look?
— You look terrific. You might wanna rethink the jewellery.

I can't just sneak out of my own party. I'll tell you what, though. You get me in on the Southeast Air divestiture plan...

— Well, you know how «Trask Industries» has been looking to buy into broadcasting?
— The department is...
— Working on it, yeah. I've been following it myself, and all of a sudden I thought «radio».
— Trask is looking for television stations.
— So is every Tom, Dick and Harry. My idea is that they get their feet wet in radio and build from there. It's not as glamorous as jumping right into TV, but it's a solid place to start and there's a lot more of them for sale. Plus it would solve Trask's problem with the Japanese trying to take him over, because FCC forbids foreign ownership of radio as well as TV.