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: [On the train
] Listen to the wheels, don't they seem to be saying something? Mary Haines
] No. Peggy Day
: Don't they seem to be saying... Go back, go back, go back, go back?
: [about Slyvia and the model arguing
] Oh it's just professional jealousy, they're really very good friends! Sylvia Fowler
: Of course! She adores the Fowler family. Particularly my husband. Countess Tamara
: Are you accusing me of flirting with Howard? Sylvia Fowler
: No, my little pet, but of trying to! I'd like to see Howard bat an eye at another woman! Countess Tamara
: Well I've seen him, and she's not bad either! Sylvia Fowler
: Did you get her innuendo?
Little Mary Haines
: I saw Mrs. Potter at the zoo that day. Mrs. Moorehead
: Who was she visiting with? The snakes? Mary Haines
: Oh, Mother! Little Mary Haines
: As a matter of fact, she was!
: [Showing her nails to Mary
] Mary, how do you like that? Nancy Blake
: Too, too adorable. Sylvia Fowler
: Ah, you have no idea how it stays on... I get it at Sydney's. You should go, Mary. A wonderful new manicurist. Olga's her name; she's marvelous. Isn't that divine? Jungle Red! Nancy Blake
: Looks like you've been tearing at somebody's throat! Sylvia Fowler
: [Smacks her hand on the table
] I'll be darned, Nancy, if I'll let you ride me anymore! Mary Haines
: Oh Sylvia, Nancy's only trying to be clever, too. Sylvia Fowler
: Well, she takes a crack at everything about me... Even my nails! Mary Haines
: Well, I like them, I really do. Sydney's, Olga's, Jungle Red... I'll remember.
: [Introduces them
] This is the Countess DeLave... Mrs. Howard Fowler. Countess DeLave
: [Same time
] How do you do? Sylvia Fowler
: [Same time
] How do you do? Mary Haines
: And Miriam Aarons. Miriam Aarons
: How do you do? Sylvia Fowler
: [Looks closely at Miriam's flat chest
] How do *you* do?
: May I suggest, if you're dressing to please Stephen, not that one. He doesn't like such obvious effects. Crystal Allen
: Thanks for the tip. But when anything I wear doesn't please Stephen, I take it off.
: I think I got what Mrs. Fowler's friends come in for.
: [Last lines
] Mary Haines, don't you have any pride? Mary Haines
: No pride at all. That's a luxury a woman in love can't afford.
: I've had two years to grow claws mother. Jungle red.
: I'll be doing the cooking so you know what he'll get. Little Mary Haines
: I know - indigestion.
: You noble wives and mothers bore the brains out of me. And I bet you bore your husbands, too. Mary Haines
: You are a hard one. Crystal Allen
: I can be soft on the right occasion.
: [Wiping her hands on towel
] Oh, cheap Chinese embroidery! You know, I'll bet Peggy gave her these... Sylvia Fowler
: It wouldn't be so bad if only Mary's friends knew; we could keep our mouths shut. Edith Potter
: I know plenty I'd never breathe about my friend's husbands. Sylvia Fowler
: Oh, so do I!
[They both turn around and look at each other
] Edith Potter
: Well, you know, I adore Mary! Sylvia Fowler
: I worship her! We're not only cousins; she's my dearest friend in the world. After all, we were raised together!
[Turns around quickly
] Sylvia Fowler
: Oh Edith, I forgot to tell you...
[Whispers to Edith
] Mary Haines
: Break it up, girls! Break it up! Edith Potter
: Darling! Mary Haines
: Hello! Edith Potter
: You're so slim, I could kill you. Mary Haines
: You don't have to. The diet I'm on is pure poison.
: Stephen is a man. He's been married ten years. Mary Haines
: Oh. You mean he's tired of me? Mrs. Moorehead
: Stephen's tired of himself. Tired of feeling the same things in himself. Time comes when a man's got to feel something new, and he's got to feel young again, just because he's growing old. Mary Haines
: Mother! Stephen isn't old! Mrs. Moorehead
: Of course not, but we women are so much more sensible. When we tire of ourselves, we change the way we do our hair, or hire a new cook, or... or decorate the house. I suppose a man could do over his office, but he never thinks of anything so simple. No, dear, a man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.
: Oh, is this about the perfume bitch?
: [sees her daughter burning tampons
] What is she doing? Maggie
: Well, she says she doesn't want to be a woman.
: Everything was wonderful, Mary. I must have the name of your caterer. So yummy. Mary Haines
: Oh, no. I made everything myself. I think people appreciate the personal touch. Barbara Delacorte
: You cooked? Oh, Mary, how could you. What were you thinking? Now we'll all have to do that.
: [about her husband having an affair
] I mean, how could I not have known? Three months ago, he bought cowboy boots!
: Do you want me to spit in Crystal's eye for you? Kay Hilliard
: Kay nods "No." Gloria Dell
: You're passing up a big chance, 'cause where I spit no grass grows ever.
: I've had a whole year to grow claws, Lexy... Jungle Red!
: I had another bad dream, can I get in bed with you? Kay Hilliard
: Of course you may.
[Debbie climbs in
] Kay Hilliard
: There, is that better? Debbie
: This is the only good thing about divorce, you get to sleep with your mother.
: What makes people fall out of love? Kay Hilliard
: I don't know, some people just change. Debbie
: Could you ever fall out of love with me? Kay Hilliard
: Oh no, this is different.