Harvey: Donna, I need the –
[Donna hands him an envelope]
Harvey: Oh, also I didn’t have a chance to –
[Donna hands him coffee]
Harvey: Marry me?
Donna: I took care of that too. We’ve been married for the last seven years.
Harvey: Donna, tell Paul Porter he’s meeting me for lunch. When he gets there, tell them to seat him with Jeff Malone.
Donna: Who’s he not having lunch with?
Donna: Oh, done.
Harvey: Aren’t you gonna ask me why?
Donna: She asked you to go because she didn’t want to. You’re sending Porter because you don’t want to, but you didn’t have the balls to say no to her face. Is that it?
Harvey: The balls are debatable.
Donna: Balls are never debatable.
Donna: A bottle of scotch? You couldn’t get her anything more personal?
Harvey: She likes scotch.
Donna: You like scotch.
Harvey: She likes me. Therefore…
Donna: Why don’t you just attach a card that says, “Welcome, generic senior partner”?
Harvey: This is a $12,000 bottle of scotch, and this is one of three left in the world. That doesn’t say generic, that says…
Donna: You’re one of three very expensive things I recently purchased.
Donna: That bottle is the reason I buy my own present for secretary’s day.
Harvey: There’s a secretary’s day?
Donna: There is. And you’re very generous.
Donna: Holy shit!
Harvey: Is that a good holy shit or a bad holy shit?
Harvey: It’s 8 in the morning.
Donna: Which is why God made Chunky Monkey. It has chocolate and bananas. Bananas are part of a healthy breakfast. And who cares about bananas? It has chocolate. You caught me — I don’t even eat the bananas.”
Donna [to Harvey]: Finally an office big enough for your balls.