Nancy Blake Quotes in The Women (1939)

Nancy Blake: You just can't bear Mary's happiness, can you, Sylvia? It gets you down.

Sylvia Fowler: How ridiculous! Why should it?

Nancy Blake: Because she's contented. Contented to be what she is.

Sylvia Fowler: Which is what?

Nancy Blake: A woman.

Sylvia Fowler: Ah! And what are we?

Nancy Blake: Females.

Sylvia Fowler: Really. And what are you, pet?

Nancy Blake: What nature abhors: I'm an old maid, a frozen asset.

Sylvia Fowler: Well, heaven be praised, I'm on to my husband, I wouldn't trust him on Alcatraz, the mouse.

Peggy Day: Sylvia, you oughtn't talk about him like that! Why, I think it's disloyal!

Sylvia Fowler: Oh now, listen Peggy, do we know how the men talk about us when we're not around?

Nancy Blake: I've heard rumours.

Sylvia Fowler: Exactly... And uh... While we're on the subject, have either of you wondered whether the master of this maison might not be straying?

Nancy Blake: I haven't.

Sylvia Fowler: Well, for all you know Mary Haines may be living in a fool's paradise.

Nancy Blake: You're so resourceful darling. I ought to go to you for plots.

Sylvia Fowler: You ought to go to *someone*.

Peggy Day: Oh, I wish I could make a little money writing the way you do!

Nancy Blake: If you wrote the way I do, that's just what you'd make.

Sylvia Fowler: You're not a very popular author, are you, dear?

Nancy Blake: Not with you.

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.

Edith Potter: What are you going to write next, Nancy? Animal stories?

Nancy Blake: [looking at Sylvia Fowler] I wouldn't have to go to Africa for that.

Nancy Blake: [to Countess DeLave] Chin up.

Miriam Aarons: Right, both of them.

Sylvia Fowler: What are you, pet?

Nancy Blake: What nature abhors. I am an old maid, a frozen asset.

Sylvia Fowler: I'd die before I hurt Edith.

Nancy Blake: [offering Sylvia a tray of nuts] Nuts.

Jane: [Opens the door for Edith] How do you do, Mrs. Potter?

Edith Potter: Hello, Jane.

Jane: And how are you feeling today?

Edith Potter: Too awful. I wouldn't wish my woes on my worst friend.

[Looks around the corner]

Edith Potter: Oh Jane, will you tell Mrs. Fowler that I'd like to speak to her out here for just a moment.

Jane: Yes, Mrs. Potter.

Nancy Blake: [Comes around the corner and surprises Edith] How's the little mother?

Edith Potter: [shouts out to Jane] Jane! Never mind about that...

[to Nancy]

Edith Potter: Hello, dear...

Nancy Blake: The spider's in the parlor. Let's go join her.

Edith Potter: Weren't you going to Africa to shoot, Nancy?

Nancy Blake: As soon as my book's out.

Sylvia Fowler: I don't blame you. I'd rather face a tiger any day than the sort of things the critics said about your last book.

Nancy Blake: [looking at Sylvia Fowler's blouse] Great guns. What are you made up for? The Seeing Eye?