What to Wear When Abandoning Your Morals: Faye Dunaway's Looks in Network

  1. Hi. I'm Diana Christensen, a racist lackey of the imperialist ruling circles.
    This blouse is so good.
  2. The next time I send out a marketing analysis you all better read it or I'll sack the fucking lot of you.
    Camel on camel strong.
  3. Look, we've got a bunch of hobgoblin radicals called the Ecumenical Liberation Army who go around taking home movies of themselves robbing banks. Now, maybe they'll take movies of themselves kidnapping heiresses, hijacking 747s, bombing bridges, assassinating ambassadors.
    The full outfit. Earthy 70's power look.
  4. Well Max, here we are: Middle-aged man reaffirming his middle-aged manhood, and a terrified young woman with a father complex. What sort of script do you think we can make out of this?
    These PANTS.
  5. I'm thinking of doing a homosexual soap opera, "The Dykes": The heart-rending saga about a woman hopelessly in love with her husband's mistress.
    The boots! And the coat!
  6. Let's stop kidding ourselves. Full-fledged messiahs don't come in bunches.
    Lined in fur to warm the gaping hole where a soul would normally be.
  7. By tomorrow, he'll have a 50 share, maybe even a 60. Howard Beale is processed instant God, and right now, it looks like he may just go over bigger than Mary Tyler Moore.
    So into this trench.
  8. Son of a bitch. We've struck the motherlode.
    God bless the pussy bow.
  9. I don't think I'll listen to any protestations of high standards of journalism when you're right down on the streets soliciting audiences like the rest of us. Look, all I'm saying is if you're going to hustle, at least do it right.
    This coat on shoulders thing says I get cold at the office but I also drink human blood for fun.
  10. I'm sorry for all those things I said to you last night. You're not the worst fuck I ever had. Believe me, I've had worse. You don't puff or snorkel and make death-like rattles. As a matter of fact, you're rather serene in the sack.
    Another good blouse.
  11. I don't see we have any options, Frank. Let's kill the son-of-a-bitch.
    The skirts are worth mentioning, too. I want high-waisted a-line skirts now.
  12. I apparently have a masculine temperament. I arouse quickly, consummate prematurely, and can't wait to get my clothes back on and get out of that bedroom. I seem to be inept at everything except my work. I'm goddamn good at my work and so I confine myself to that. All I want out of life is a 30 share and a 20 rating.
    This gown, tho.
  13. That puts us in the shithouse. That's where that puts us.
  14. I'm sorry I impugned your cocksmanship.