Mellie: This is my office. Olivia: This is not your office. It belongs to the people. To the Republic. This office is sacred. You don’t own it - you lease it. Four years with an option for renewal. You protect it, you serve it and you don’t decide the best way to do that by yourself. Mellie: I didn’t. I listened to your advice, and I chose a different course. Olivia: And now I’m stuck cleaning up after you, which is why I need to you get you on the phone with the British Prime Minister. Mellie: I don’t care if this tiny dustup with Bashran causes World War III. The only thing I care about right now is making it crystal clear that you follow my orders. You have my back. You don’t sneak around behind it and freelance after I give an order.
I am not a toy that you can play with when you're bored or lonely or horny. I am not the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. I am not a fantasy. If you want me, earn me! Until then, we are done.