The Women (1939)
Florence Nash: Nancy Blake
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Quotes
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Nancy Blake : You just can't bear Mary's happiness, can you, Sylvia? It gets you down.
Sylvia Fowler : How ridiculous! Why should it?
Nancy Blake : Because she's contented. Contented to be what she is.
Sylvia Fowler : Which is what?
Nancy Blake : A woman.
Sylvia Fowler : Ah! And what are we?
Nancy Blake : Females.
Sylvia Fowler : Really. And what are you, pet?
Nancy Blake : What nature abhors: I'm an old maid, a frozen asset.
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Nancy Blake : [to Countess DeLave] Chin up.
Miriam Aarons : Right, both of them.
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Sylvia Fowler : Well, heaven be praised, I'm on to my husband, I wouldn't trust him on Alcatraz, the mouse.
Peggy Day : Sylvia, you oughtn't talk about him like that! Why, I think it's disloyal!
Sylvia Fowler : Oh now, listen Peggy, do we know how the men talk about us when we're not around?
Nancy Blake : I've heard rumours.
Sylvia Fowler : Exactly... And uh... While we're on the subject, have either of you wondered whether the master of this maison might not be straying?
Nancy Blake : I haven't.
Sylvia Fowler : Well, for all you know Mary Haines may be living in a fool's paradise.
Nancy Blake : You're so resourceful darling. I ought to go to you for plots.
Sylvia Fowler : You ought to go to *someone*.
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Sylvia Fowler : [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.
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Edith Potter : What are you going to write next, Nancy? Animal stories?
Nancy Blake : [looking at Sylvia Fowler] I wouldn't have to go to Africa for that.
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Peggy Day : Oh, I wish I could make a little money writing the way you do!
Nancy Blake : If you wrote the way I do, that's just what you'd make.
Sylvia Fowler : You're not a very popular author, are you, dear?
Nancy Blake : Not with you.
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Sylvia Fowler : I'd die before I hurt Edith.
Nancy Blake : [offering Sylvia a tray of nuts] Nuts.
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Sylvia Fowler : What are you, pet?
Nancy Blake : What nature abhors. I am an old maid, a frozen asset.
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Jane : [Opens the door for Edith] How do you do, Mrs. Potter?
Edith Potter : Hello, Jane.
Jane : And how are you feeling today?
Edith Potter : Too awful. I wouldn't wish my woes on my worst friend.
[Looks around the corner]
Edith Potter : Oh Jane, will you tell Mrs. Fowler that I'd like to speak to her out here for just a moment.
Jane : Yes, Mrs. Potter.
Nancy Blake : [Comes around the corner and surprises Edith] How's the little mother?
Edith Potter : [shouts out to Jane] Jane! Never mind about that...
[to Nancy]
Edith Potter : Hello, dear...
Nancy Blake : The spider's in the parlor. Let's go join her.
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Edith Potter : Weren't you going to Africa to shoot, Nancy?
Nancy Blake : As soon as my book's out.
Sylvia Fowler : I don't blame you. I'd rather face a tiger any day than the sort of things the critics said about your last book.
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Nancy Blake : [looking at Sylvia Fowler's blouse] Great guns. What are you made up for? The Seeing Eye?