Mrs. Fisher Quotes in She-Devil (1989)

Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: [picks up Mary Fisher's book] Mary Fisher, any relation?

Mrs. Fisher: My daughter.

Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: Oh how nice.

Mrs. Fisher: She's a slut. Bitch keeps me in this dogpound while she lives the life of a princess in her gar damn mansion!

Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: Well that doesn't seem fair.

Mrs. Fisher: Yeah I ought to drop in on her one day, that'd scare the shit out of her.

Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: You have rights, if you wanted to go see your daughter nobody could stop you.

Mrs. Fisher: I'm too old.

Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: You are a mature and vibrant woman, and don't you let anybody tell you anything different.

Mrs. Fisher: Yeah? I suppose I could go on Sunday afternoon.

Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: I'll put you on the train myself, and I'll even call ahead to make sure the butler knows you're coming.

Mrs. Fisher: Butler? I'll bet there's hanky panky there.

Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: Well there's only one way to find out.

'People' Reporter: So, are you saying she was... promiscuous?

Mrs. Fisher: "Promiscuous"? She was a teen-aged tramp; she couldn't get enough! She would do it anywhere, anytime, and with anyone! She got knocked up when she was sixteen.

'People' Reporter: Knocked up?

Mrs. Fisher: Well, she couldn't take care of it! Had to give that cute little baby boy up for adoption!

'People' Reporter: So you're saying there's a missing member of the Fisher royal clan?

Mrs. Fisher: Royal my ass! Her father was a kosher butcher from Hoboken! A lovely man!

Lottie: Did you know Keats?

Mrs. Fisher: Keats! No I didn't, and I didn't know Shakespeare or Chaucer either.

Mrs. Fisher: All my dead friends don't seem worth reading tonight. They always say the same things. Good things, but always the same.

Mrs. Fisher: Really!

Lottie: Really what?

Mrs. Fisher: Well... really!

Lottie: I was just thinking about cuckoos for some reason. It's odd.

Mrs. Fisher: Very odd.

Mrs. Fisher: [to Lottie] I hope you're not in the habit of seeing dead people, however distinguished - it's not in the best of taste! I'm sure the last thing I would want to see is my late husband Mr. Fisher crossing the road in front of my house.

Mrs. Fisher: That's a beautiful dress...

Caroline: No I've had it a hundred years.

Mrs. Fisher: ...but you must be very cold in it. Its easy to catch a chill here after dark. You look as if you had nothing on underneath.

Caroline: I haven't.

Mellersh Wilkins: Lady Caroline, housekeeping for a party that includes my wife - you render me speechless! You do know she's the daughter of Lord Dester, THE Lord Dester?

Mrs. Fisher: Ah! Well that accounts for it then. The botch-up her father made in his department during the war was a national scandal!

Mellersh Wilkins: They never could actually prove anything.

Mrs. Fisher: In my day husbands and beds were very seldom mentioned in the same breath. Husbands were taken seriously, as the only true obstacle to sin.