The Mirror Has Two Faces (1996)
Gregory Larkin: But I love the old Rose! The one with no makeup and baggy clothes who loves 'the perfect bite'! She eats carrots now, isn't that tragic?
Rose Morgan: This thing that we call a wedding ceremony is really the final scene of the fairy tale. They never tell you what happens after. They never tell you that Cinderella drove the Prince crazy with her obsessive need to clean the castle, cause she missed her day job, right?
Rose Morgan: I tell you what I envy about people in love - I'd love it if someone knew me, I mean really knew me. What I like, what I'm afraid of, what kind of toothpaste I use.
Rose Morgan: When my date takes me home and kisses me good night, if I don't hear the philharmonic in my head, I dump him.
Rose Morgan: It's not a date. We're just agreeing to eat at the same table.
Rose Morgan: Why don't you get the coffee?
Hannah Morgan: I've buried a husband, I've raised two daughters. I've made my coffee.
Rose Morgan: By the way, would telling you now that I want sex tonight be enough of a warning?
Gregory Larkin: I don't care if you're pretty, I love you anyway!
Claire: Mother, the only thing you ever taught me about the Sabbath is that Bergdorf's wouldn't be as crowded.
Gregory Larkin: Rose, I love you and I... I want to be married to you.
Rose Morgan: Gregory, You are married to me.
Gregory Larkin: Uh... that's right!
Hannah Morgan: I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. So Mr. Jenkins, which one do you like best?
[as he looks through her photo album]
Mr. Jenkins: To be perfectly honest, I think you're more beautiful now.
Hannah Morgan: Good answer.
Claire: Now you spend an extra hour in front of the mirror every morning and every night. And now you'll be the one to walk into a room and scan it for who looks better than you and who doesn't. And as the years go by, the numbers change. One day you'll walk into a room and you're the last woman any man notices.
Claire: You are the mother of the bride, not the opening act.
Rose Morgan: What, what? Yes, I have breasts. They cannot, however, be the subject of one of your papers.
Rose Morgan: Look at me, I'm a grown woman in a prom dress.
Claire: Oh, please. You look adorable.
Rose Morgan: Adorable? I look like an over-the-hill Barbie Doll. It doesn't fit right, it's too tight.
Claire: Too many Sno Balls.
Rose Morgan: Why didn't you pick something looser and in my color?
Claire: Because Maids of Honor don't wear black.
Claire: Now you listen to me!
Rose Morgan: Take it easy, Claire!
Claire: Now, I want you to get up there and remember that this is MY day... and if you don't behave yourself, I'm gonna have your birth certificate blown up as a Christmas card!
Hannah Morgan: I should never have encouraged you to speak.
Gregory Larkin: You don't use make-up, do you?
Rose Morgan: What's the point? I'd still look like me, only in color.
Henry Fine: I don't date these girls becuase they're well-read. I gave one of them a copy of "Farewell to Arms". She thought it was a diet book.
Gregory Larkin: The mathematical world is completely rational, uncomplicated by sex.
Rose Morgan: I just can't eat a greasy cheesburger in the middle of the day anymore. Doesn't it bloat you?
Doris: Bloat me? No, it doesn't bloat me! Actually I thought it went real well with the spare ribs I had for breakfast.
Rose Morgan: Mom.
Hannah Morgan: What?
Rose Morgan: How did it feel?
Hannah Morgan: What?
Rose Morgan: Being beautiful?
Hannah Morgan: [pause]
Rose Morgan: No, I mean it. How did it feel having people look at you with such admiration? Looking at yourself in the mirror with such appreciation? How did that feel?
Hannah Morgan: It was wonderful.
Rose Morgan: I'll bet.
Rose Morgan: I don't feel anything, isn't that great! I never thought about how *I* would feel, I only ever thought about you. I only wanted to make you happy, I never thought I was good enough for you.
Alex: Oh but you are good enough for me, Rose, you are!
Rose Morgan: I know, I know, but Alex, you're not good enough for me!
Claire: Your hair looks good, the curls work. Why don't you get a perm?
Rose Morgan: I tried that once, I looked like Shirley Temple on crack.
Claire: [to Rose about Alex] ... I'm in the middle of one of my lesbian orgy dreams and he's staring at me like I'm suppose to include him. I can't even fantasize in private.
Claire: If he weren't gorgeous, rich and straight, I wouldn't even have bothered.
Rose Morgan: Let's face it. They're not standing in line for me.
Hannah Morgan: Then why are you going to all this trouble unless that something might *happen* with this one?
Rose Morgan: Mother, would you stop calling him "this one", it sounds like you're picking out a lobster!
Candy: [to Gregory] Look, you're always such a nice guy. But let's face it, we have nothing in common except sex and the fact that you idolize me.