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.
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