Quotes from Shirley MacLaine movies and TV shows - page 2 of 2

Aurora Greenway: Don't worship me until I've earned it.

Garrett Breedlove: You're just going to have to trust me about this one thing. You need a lot of drinks.
Aurora Greenway: To break the ice?
Garrett Breedlove: To kill the bug that you have up your ass.

Aurora Greenway: You are not special enough to overcome a bad marriage.

Aurora Greenway: He can't even do the simple things, like fail locally.

Aurora Greenway: Grown women are prepared for life's little emergencies.

Kate Westbourne: I know a friend who lipoed her stomach once. A few months later, she looked like Jabba the Hutt.
Miriam: Who's Jabba the Hutt?
Addie Holden: It's a sea slug, Mummy, from outer space and it's not a complimant.

Wesley Westbourne: Why are we so horrible to each other?
Kate Westbourne: Well, that's easy. We have an S&M relationship. Son and Mother.

Kate Westbourne: You know, sometimes you don't even act like you're my son, Wesley.
Wesley Westbourne: Sometimes you don't even act like you're my mother.
Kate Westbourne: Oh, come on, I've given you everything a child could want. Toys, love, publicity.

Jennifer Rogers: I've never been to a home-made funeral before.
Capt. Wiles: I have... it's my third. All in one day.

Jennifer Rogers: It's too late to say prayers. Besides, wherever he's going, he's there now. Bye, Harry. I forgive you.

Hogan: Did I or did I not hear you call me a bastard?
Sara: Well! I suppose whiskey can make a man hear anything. Oh, Dear Lord, forgive him for the impurity of his thoughts.

Hogan: They split up, damn it, and they're catchin' up. I wouldn't just sit there, move.
Sara: We can't outrun 'em. You can get in here.
Hogan: I may not shoot all of them but I'll get their attention. Wait, then head on out the other way.
Sara: You've been a wonderful friend, Mr Hogan. Go with God.
Hogan: Leave Him out of this, huh? Get movin'.

Sara: Hello, Mr Hogan.
Hogan: How do, Sister?
Sara: Glad to see you're back safe.
Hogan: Waiting for the dynamite?
Sara: And you.
Hogan: What, me personal?
Sara: Mm, I missed you. Yeah.
Hogan: It's felt kinda wrong the past few days not having you slowing me up.
Sara: Did it?
Hogan: Yeah, damn it.
Sara: What's the matter?
Hogan: Well, you see, there's a problem, Sister... I should have never met up with you in the first place.

Hogan: You praying for me?
Sara: Yes.
Hogan: Well then I must be drunk enough 'cause, damn my eyes, I find that kinda touching.

Hogan: Sister! This here is a cathouse.
Sara: Oh no, Hogan. This is no cathouse. This is the best whorehouse in town.

Sara: We have to get that trap door open, too, don't we?
Hogan: You know what you're talkin' about's crazy, Sara.
Sara: Listen, Hogan, everybody's got a right to be a sucker once.

Hogan: You let me down, Sister. You let me down.
Sara: Then why don't you get on your horse?
Hogan: Because.
Sara: You're too drunk to ride alone. I'll have to get on with you. Hold on to the mane. Lean back against me. Lean back. Tell your horse to get moving.
Hogan: I like being in the arms of a good-looking nun. How do you like it, Sister?
Sara: The Church allows this for your safety but you may not take liberties.
Hogan: I apologise, ma'am. I most sincerely do.

Hogan: When I give the signal, you get ready to move.
Sara: This little cottontail wishes she had that cross back.