Mary: You look bemused.
Betty: No worse bemused than I deserve, Mrs. MacGregor. For I have a bastard's bastard in me. And no home for him when he comes out.
Mary: I love the bones of you, Robert McGregor, but you take too much to heart that canna' be helped.
Patsy Cline: I can't stand it. Makes me want to scream and claw my face.
Charlie Dick: Hey, I want you to get your coat. I want to drive you some place for a drink. I want us to dance awhile, then I want us to get to know each other a lot better.
Patsy Cline: You want a lot don't you?
Charlie Dick: Yeah I do baby.
Patsy Cline: Well people in hell want ice water - that don't mean they get it.
Hilda Hensley: You got a check today. Why don't you go out and spend some money? It'll make you feel better.
Patsy Cline: Says who?
Hilda Hensley: Well, you're just too mean to live lately.
Hilda Hensley: Well, good morning.
Patsy Cline: Says who?
Hilda Hensley: Oh, for heavens sake girl, sit up and take nourishment. Charlie'll have his first leave in three weeks and you walk around with your lower lip draggin' the floor in front of you. You big bawl baby. I oughta fix you a sugar tit.
Tamora: Why do I have patience to endure all this?
Julie: I miss Dorothy.
Michael Dorsey: You don't have to. She's right here. And she misses you. Look, you don't know me from Adam. But I was a better man with you, as a woman... than I ever was with a woman, as a man. You know what I mean? I just gotta learn to do it without the dress. At this point, there might be an advantage to my wearing pants. The hard part's over, you know? We were already... good friends.
