Dolores Claiborne:
If you say you're sorry one more time, I'll K I C K your butt up so high you'll look like a hunchback.
Dolores Claiborne:
It was just a bad patch.
Selena St. George:
I had a fucking nervous breakdown, mother!
Dolores Claiborne:
[
to Joe] That is the last time you ever hit me! Next time, one of us is going to the bone yard.
Dolores Claiborne:
If you wanna know what kind of life a person had, just look at their hands.
Selena St. George:
[
to her boss, Peter] So not only are you not fucking me now, you're fucking me.
Dolores Claiborne:
[
to Selena, who is frantically taking pills] How is that going to help?
Selena St. George:
Because in ten minutes, I'm gonna be fine.
Dolores Claiborne:
Selena...
Selena St. George:
JUST GIVE ME TEN MINUTES!
Vera Donovan:
[
to Dolores, who is hanging her sheets to dry] Six pins, Dolores! Six pins, not five!
Dolores Claiborne:
Go ahead and take what you want. I ain't doin' any beauty pageants today.
Dolores Claiborne:
Now, you listen to me, Mr. Grand High Poobah of Upper Buttcrack, I'm just about half-past give a shit with your fun and games.
Dolores Claiborne:
I did not murder that bitch any more than I'm wearing a diamond tiara.
Vera Donovan:
Sometimes you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold onto.
Vera Donovan:
It's a depressingly masculine world, Dolores.
Vera Donovan:
Don't you just love the Bosa Nova. I found them in New York and simply had to have them.
Vera Donovan:
Sometimes Delores, an accident can be an unhappy womans best friend.
Vera Donovan:
Don't we have a hair across our ass this morning Delores Claiborne?
Vera Donovan:
Well, don't look to me, Dolores. All my money is tied up in cash.
Dolores Claiborne:
You must have boyfriends. Beautiful girl like you, smart and out in the world... You tellin' me there's nobody?
Selena St. George:
I'm telling you there's a *lot* of nobodies.
Dolores Claiborne:
[
sobbing] Why? Why'd you do this, Vera?
Vera Donovan:
Because I hate the smell of being old.
Const. Frank Stamshaw:
Going on a morning walk?
Dolores Claiborne:
No, I'm just packing the get-away boat, so I can make my great escape.
Vera Donovan:
I want my china pig!
Dolores Claiborne:
Which one? There's only about two-hundred of 'em.
[
Vera is not letting Dolores change her soiled sheets]
Dolores Claiborne:
Vera, are ya gonna sit there and maranade in it? Come on!
Vera Donovan:
[
Vera is ringing a bell] Doloooress!...
Dolores Claiborne:
Hells bells. Look who's up.
Dolores Claiborne:
We're gonna sit down and have ourselves a drink! And after we're done - after *I'm* done, you can run upstairs and take whichever one of them little pills makes you feel the best.
Selena St. George:
Eighteen years ago, my father drank a bottle of scotch and fell down a well. Detective Mackey didn't think it was an accident, which is... why we're here today.
Det. John Mackey:
And what do you think, Selena?
Selena St. George:
I think I owe you an apology. I called you a son of a bitch. You said you thought we were a lot alike, and you were right. We both spent the past 18 years prosecuting this woman. We came out here- I know I did- believing she was guilty. We forgot this case is about Vera Donovan. Not my father.
Det. John Mackey:
And what if it wasn't an accident?
Selena St. George:
Look. It's been 18 years. I don't know what this has done to you, but let me tell you, it's consumed me. I have lived with this every day of my life. Every day. I was wrong and I won't do it anymore. And if I can say that, my God, can't you?
Vera Donovan:
[
Dolores is crying in front of Vera in the drawing room] I insist that all women who have hysterics in my drawing room call me by my Christian name.
Selena St. George:
[
when leaving her mother] I'm sorry, Mother. Sometimes being a bitch is the only thing a woman has hold onto.
Det. John Mackey:
I'm sorry, but I think it's for the best if you got yourself some legal representation.
Dolores Claiborne:
You're sorry, are you? Bet the last time you were sorry was when you needed to use the pay toilet and the string on your pet dime broke.
Const. Frank Stamshaw:
Selena, we'd like her to stay at her house for the next few days.
Dolores Claiborne:
If I decide to make my grand escape to South America, I'll be sure to let you know first.
Vera Donovan:
Husbands die every day, Dolores. Why... one is probably dying right now while you're sitting here weeping. They die... and leave their wives their money. I should know, shouldn't I? Sometimes they're driving home from their mistress' aparment and their brakes suddenly fail.
Kid on street:
Look!
Kid on street:
Hey Miss Claiborne!
Kid on street:
Kill anyone else today?
Dolores Claiborne:
Not just yet, when I change my mind I'll know exactly where to start
Dolores Claiborne:
If anyone is going to accuse me of killing my husband go right ahead and call me Dolores!
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