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.
Vera Donovan: Don't you just love the Bossa Nova? I found them in New York and simply had to have them.
Dolores Claiborne: I got another surprise for you, Joe.
Joe St. George: What, did someone invent a pill to cure ugly?
Vera Donovan: Sometimes, Dolores... sometimes, you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes, being a bitch is all a woman has to hang onto.
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: Hell ain't somethin' you get thrown into overnight. Nope. Real hell comes on you slow and steady as a line of wet winter sheets.
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' apartment and their brakes suddenly fail. An accident, Dolores, can be an unhappy woman's best friend.
Joe St. George: What are you talking about, I never touched Selena.
Dolores Claiborne: Oh yeah? Well then how come you're making a face like the devil just reached down and grabbed those little raisins you call balls?
Selena St. George: I don't know how to feel about what you did... maybe I never will, Mom. But I know, I know you did it for me.
Dolores Claiborne: So you can just go and fuck yourself. That is if you can get that limp old noodle of yours to stand up.
Continuity mistake: When Selena is leaving on the ferry near the end, and Detective John Mackey pulls up and watches her drifting away, as he gets out of the car the windsheild wipers stop moving. In the next behind shot of him standing at the dock edge, watching, they are back on again. (01:43:05)Hamster