Quotes from Michelle Pfeiffer movies and TV shows - page 2 of 4

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard: Fight on, Barnabas. Fight on for us.
Barnabas Collins: And fight I shall!

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard: His name was Barnabas Collins, and he was the finest man this family ever knew.

Susie Diamond: So, make any resolutions?
Jack Baker: No, you?
Susie Diamond: Nah, I figure all that stuff's a bunch of crap, anyway. You do what you do, right?

Susie Diamond: Oh no, not the goddamn Luau Lounge again.
Frank Baker: What's the matter with the Luau Lounge? They don't salt their peanuts?
Susie Diamond: Singing 'Feelings' knee-deep in paper orchids and plastic tiki lamps is not exactly my idea of a fun evening.
Frank Baker: Fun? Who promised you fun? We get paid, remember.

Susie Diamond: L stayed at the Hartford one time. You should see the rooms. All satin and velvet. And the bed... royal blue, trimmed in lace clean as snow. Hard to believe a room like that don't change your life. But it don't. The bed may be magic, but the mirror isn't. Still wake up the same old Susie.

Jack Baker: You look good.
Susie Diamond: You look like shit.
Jack Baker: No, I mean it. You look good.
Susie Diamond: I mean it, too. You look like shit.

Susie Diamond: You don't give a fuck, do you, about anything?

Priest: Your confession has haunted me all week. How can you live such a hellish existence?
Maggie Blake: Isn't that the point of confession?
Priest: Your family is the incarnation of evil, and your life is a never-ending pact with the devil! Leave this holy place, for the love of God.

Maggie Blake: The human body was not designed to combat saturated fat like that. The butter impregnates the tissues, and then it hardens and settles like silt. It makes your aorta stiffer than a hockey stick. Whereas olive oil - caresses your insides, leaving nothing behind but its scent.
Caputo: That's right. Oil is in the Bible.

Maggie Blake: Listen, sweetie, I don't know the boy, but you have to be a bit of a dork to prefer math to a beautiful girl. You know what I'm saying?
Belle Blake: By the time I'm done with him, he won't be able to count on his fingers.

Priest: I was expecting a parishioner who can't make it, apparently. Would you like to take his place for confession?
Maggie Blake: Me? Oh, I confess, it's been years since I went to confession.

Rita: Home.
Phone Voice: Dialing office.
Rita: Home.
Phone Voice: Dialing office.
Rita: Home, goddamn IT.
Phone Voice: Dialing Dr. Sloan.

Sam: Lucy doesn't need me anymore. She has a new family now... and she doesn't need me anymore.
Rita: Is that what she said?
Sam: It's because I know that. Because I just know that.
Rita: Well. That's the first stupid thing I've ever heard you say.

Rita: You answer in one sentence.
Ifty: I answer in one sentence. Short and sweet. Tim Curry was a "Sweet Tranvestite" in the 'Rocky Horror Picture Show'.
Rita: You better make that one word.

Rita: I just don't know what to call you: retarded, mentally retarded, mentally handicapped, mentally disabled, intellectually handicapped, intellectually disabled, developementally disabled.
Sam: You can call me Sam.

Rita: Sam, I worry. I worry sometimes.
Sam: Yeah... do you worry that you did something wrong?
Rita: No. I worry that I've gotten more out of this relationship than you.

Sam: You think what they think.
Rita: It doesn't matter what I think. It matters that we win.
Sam: No, you think what they think. You think Sam can't take care of Lucy.
Rita: Sam, it doesn't matter what I think.
Sam: It matters to me.

Diana: Elvis wouldn't do this, and I knew HIM.
Charlie: You didn't know him! You may have fucked him, but you didn't know HIM.

Diana: If he's still there, you better let him go if you ever want to see those stones alive... a-again... ever.

Phillipe: Maybe I'm dreaming. My eyes are open, which means maybe I'm awake dreaming that I'm asleep. Or, or more likely, I'm asleep dreaming that I'm awake wondering if I'm dreaming.
Isabeau: You are dreaming.