Mary Haines Quotes in The Women (2008)

Mary Haines: Oh, is this about the perfume bitch?

Barbara Delacorte: Everything was wonderful, Mary. I must have the name of your caterer. So yummy.

Mary Haines: Oh, no. I made everything myself. I think people appreciate the personal touch.

Barbara Delacorte: You cooked? Oh, Mary, how could you. What were you thinking? Now we'll all have to do that.

Mary Haines: [sees her daughter burning tampons] What is she doing?

Maggie: Well, she says she doesn't want to be a woman.

Mary Haines: [about her husband having an affair] I mean, how could I not have known? Three months ago, he bought cowboy boots!

Mary Haines: I've had two years to grow claws mother. Jungle red.

Mary Haines: May I suggest, if you're dressing to please Stephen, not that one. He doesn't like such obvious effects.

Crystal Allen: Thanks for the tip. But when anything I wear doesn't please Stephen, I take it off.

Edith Potter: [Wiping her hands on towel] Oh, cheap Chinese embroidery! You know, I'll bet Peggy gave her these...

Sylvia Fowler: It wouldn't be so bad if only Mary's friends knew; we could keep our mouths shut.

Edith Potter: I know plenty I'd never breathe about my friend's husbands.

Sylvia Fowler: Oh, so do I!

[They both turn around and look at each other]

Edith Potter: Well, you know, I adore Mary!

Sylvia Fowler: I worship her! We're not only cousins; she's my dearest friend in the world. After all, we were raised together!

[Turns around quickly]

Sylvia Fowler: Oh Edith, I forgot to tell you...

[Whispers to Edith]

Mary Haines: Break it up, girls! Break it up!

Edith Potter: Darling!

Mary Haines: Hello!

Edith Potter: You're so slim, I could kill you.

Mary Haines: You don't have to. The diet I'm on is pure poison.

Mary Haines: [about Slyvia and the model arguing] Oh it's just professional jealousy, they're really very good friends!

Sylvia Fowler: Of course! She adores the Fowler family. Particularly my husband.

Countess Tamara: Are you accusing me of flirting with Howard?

Sylvia Fowler: No, my little pet, but of trying to! I'd like to see Howard bat an eye at another woman!

Countess Tamara: Well I've seen him, and she's not bad either!

Sylvia Fowler: Did you get her innuendo?

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.

Little Mary Haines: I saw Mrs. Potter at the zoo that day.

Mrs. Moorehead: Who was she visiting with? The snakes?

Mary Haines: Oh, Mother!

Little Mary Haines: As a matter of fact, she was!

Peggy Day: [On the train] Listen to the wheels, don't they seem to be saying something?

Mary Haines: [Softly] No.

Peggy Day: Don't they seem to be saying... Go back, go back, go back, go back?

Mary Haines: [Introduces them] This is the Countess DeLave... Mrs. Howard Fowler.

Countess DeLave: [Same time] How do you do?

Sylvia Fowler: [Same time] How do you do?

Mary Haines: And Miriam Aarons.

Miriam Aarons: How do you do?

Sylvia Fowler: [Looks closely at Miriam's flat chest] How do *you* do?

Mary Haines: I think I got what Mrs. Fowler's friends come in for.

Sylvia Fowler: [Last lines] Mary Haines, don't you have any pride?

Mary Haines: No pride at all. That's a luxury a woman in love can't afford.

Mary Haines: I'll be doing the cooking so you know what he'll get.

Little Mary Haines: I know - indigestion.

Crystal Allen: You noble wives and mothers bore the brains out of me. And I bet you bore your husbands, too.

Mary Haines: You are a hard one.

Crystal Allen: I can be soft on the right occasion.

Mrs. Moorehead: Stephen is a man. He's been married ten years.

Mary Haines: Oh. You mean he's tired of me?

Mrs. Moorehead: Stephen's tired of himself. Tired of feeling the same things in himself. Time comes when a man's got to feel something new, and he's got to feel young again, just because he's growing old.

Mary Haines: Mother! Stephen isn't old!

Mrs. Moorehead: Of course not, but we women are so much more sensible. When we tire of ourselves, we change the way we do our hair, or hire a new cook, or... or decorate the house. I suppose a man could do over his office, but he never thinks of anything so simple. No, dear, a man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

Mary Haines: The big fish aren't always the most important, you know.

Mary Haines: I'm afraid you don't honor my friends enough, mother dear.

Mrs. Moorehead: You mean some of them ought to cut their throats.