Sylvia Fowler Quotes in The Women (2008)

Sylvia Fowler: I am the man I want to marry!

Sylvia Fowler: A 45-minute orgasm? Who has the time?

Sylvia Fowler: Weren't you taking some puppet-making class?

Edie Cohen: Let me tell you something. Weird crowd of people, the puppet people.

Exercise instructress: Arms flat. Crawl slowly up the wall...

Sylvia Fowler: The way you say that makes me feel like vermin.

Exercise instructress: That shouldn't be much effort. I mean, crawling up the wall.

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: Mrs. Haines never listens to any of her friends...

Exercise instructress: [under her breath] How does she avoid it?

Sylvia Fowler: [Holding up a bottle of Summer Rain perfume] A friend of ours, Mrs. Stephen Haines, simply dotes on this.

Crystal Allen: Really!

Sylvia Fowler: Her husband picked it out for her. Perhaps you sold it to him. Stephen Haines, the engineer?

Crystal Allen: Oh, I'm afraid I don't remember. You see, we have so many men come in here.

Sylvia Fowler: Awfully good-looking. Tall, fair, distinguished. I'm sure you wouldn't overlook him.

Crystal Allen: I'm sorry, but when one's mind is on one's own business...

Sylvia Fowler: Of course. And, as you say, you have so many men.

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*.

Exercise instructress: Mrs. Fowler you've hardly moved a muscle.

Sylvia Fowler: Whose carcass is this, yours or mine?

Exercise instructress: It's yours, but I'm paid to exercise it.

Sylvia Fowler: You sound like a horse trainer.

Exercise instructress: No, Mrs. Fowler, but you're getting warm.

Crystal Allen: It will be out tomorrow, Mrs. Prowler.

Sylvia Fowler: [Turns around and gives her the evils] FOWLER!

Crystal Allen: [Smiling sarcastically] Oh I'm so sorry...

[corrects herself]

Crystal Allen: Mrs. Fowler.

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.

Miriam Aarons: [to Sylvia, about Sylvia's husband] I made him pay for what he wanted... you made him pay for what he didn't want.

Sylvia Fowler: [to Miriam] Why you...!

Sylvia Fowler: [At the place Crystal Allen works] Well, here we are... Creeping up on her!

Edith Potter: Darling do you think we ought to do this?

Sylvia Fowler: Oh shut up!

Edith Potter: [Spots lady] That's little Crystal!

Sylvia Fowler: None other...

Ugly saleswoman: [Turns around] May I serve you madam?

Edith Potter: [Surprised] No, thank you!

Sylvia Fowler: [Surprised] Just looking!

[Walking away]

Sylvia Fowler: Oh from the neck up I'd say no...

[Spots other woman]

Sylvia Fowler: Ah, how about baby?

Edith Potter: Of course!

[Walks over to her]

Edith Potter: Mmmm... Couldn't be anyone else!

[Hears other lady call her "Pat"]

Sylvia Fowler: Pat?

Edith Potter: I still don't know why he overlooked her.

Sylvia Fowler: I do...

[points to Crystal]

Sylvia Fowler: Pipe.

Sylvia Fowler: Oh, you remember the awful things they said about what's-her-name before she jumped out the window? There. You see? I can't even remember her name so who cares?

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?

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.

Sylvia Fowler: You know I go to Sydney's for my hair. Oh, you ought to go, pet. I DESPISE whoever does yours.

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.

Sylvia Fowler: Is that anyway to talk to me, after all I've done for you?

Crystal Allen: Aw, done what?

Sylvia Fowler: You didn't know a soul when you married Steven. After all, it wasn't easy to put you over.

Crystal Allen: And who said you put me over?

Sylvia Fowler: I've gotten you into some of our very best homes.

Crystal Allen: [in a Ritzy tone] Yes, for some of their very best insults!

Exercise instructress: [instructing Mrs. Fowler in her exercises] Up, over. Up, down. Up, stretch! Up, together.

Sylvia Fowler: No more up. This has got me down.

Exercise instructress: Rest a moment and relax your diaphragm muscles.

[under her breath]

Exercise instructress: If you can.

Exercise instructress: Let's begin with posture. A lady always enters a room erect.

Sylvia Fowler: Most of my friends exit horizontally.

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.

Sylvia Fowler: I'm devoted to Edith Potter, but she DOES get me down...

Sylvia Fowler: I don't need to sit around and act glum. When I think of what I've sacrificed for Howard Fowler!

Miriam Aarons: Such as what, Mrs. Fowler?

Sylvia Fowler: [Looks at Miriam] I gave him my youth!

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?

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.

Sylvia Fowler: Why you sly little fox, you.

Sylvia Fowler: Did you get her innuendo?

Sylvia Fowler: Ohh... What I go through to keep my figure and do I see red when some fat, lazy, dinner partner says: "What do you do with yourself all day Mrs. Fowler?"

Sylvia Fowler: Oh uh... is that umm... Crystal Allen across the hall?

Saleswoman: Yes she's a new customer. Do you know her? Has she a lot of money?

Sylvia Fowler: I think she knows where she can get a lot.

Countess DeLave: [sitting on Sylvia Fowler] Take it easy, Mrs. Fowler. I'm only trying to help in my own way.

Sylvia Fowler: Oh, you big moose!

Sylvia Fowler: The way you say that makes me feel like vermin.

Exercise instructress: That's shouldn't be much effort. I mean crawling up the wall.

Sylvia Fowler: You really ought to stop all this writing nonsense and get yourself a husband. One thing about marriage is its so good for a woman's complexion.

Amanda Penrose: A jar of face cream doesn't snore.

Sylvia Fowler: Aw, don't be busy darling. Anyway, that suit is divine! Cuts your waist right in half.

[Amanda walks away. To Olga]

Sylvia Fowler: And puts ten pounds on her hips.

Dolly DeHaven: What are you four conspiring about?

Kay Hilliard, Sylvia Fowler, Amanda Penrose, Edith Potter: Hello, Dolly!

Dolly DeHaven: Anything unfit to print?

Kay Hilliard: Not today.

Amanda Penrose: You just can't stand Kay's happiness, can you, Sylvia? It gets you down.

Sylvia Fowler: That's ridiculous. Why should it?

Amanda Penrose: Because she has the grace to be what she is.

Sylvia Fowler: Which is what?

Amanda Penrose: A woman.

Sylvia Fowler: And what are we?

Amanda Penrose: Females. The lost sex. Substituting fashion for passion and the analyst couch for the double bed.

Sylvia Fowler: Don't you be too sure about Phelps.

Edith Potter: Phelps? In a law office?

Sylvia Fowler: Have you ever seen some of those court stenographers, darling? Shorthand isn't all they can take.

Sylvia Fowler: How long is it now that they've been married?

Edith Potter: Ten years, I think.

Sylvia Fowler: Aw, poor Kay. Well, that's just about the time when it gets to be open season on husbands and Steven is such fair game - with all those pretty little things back stage trying so hard to get ahead.

Amanda Penrose: Considering the occasion, Sylvia, you could have thought of something more appropriate than ham.

Sylvia Fowler: Oh, I have a tongue sandwich, darling, just for you.

Sylvia Fowler: That trip to Bermuda seems to have done Kay a lot of good.

Amanda Penrose: Yes, there's nothing like getting away from your friends.

Sylvia Fowler: Kay, I can't face another piece of pumpernickel.

Kay Hilliard: Oh, you've done a wonderful job, Sylvia. Now relax and enjoy yourself.

Countess de Brion: Who's the other woman?

Sylvia Fowler: Nobody knows. Not even Winchell.

Sylvia Fowler: [opening a letter] Air mail special. Its from Edith! She had another girl, you know.

Kay Hilliard: No! I didn't know.

Sylvia Fowler: That makes eight! She says there's nothing to do in the hospital but oil her stomach and write letters.

Sylvia Fowler: Buzzards! You're nothing but a bunch of buzzards!

Sylvia Fowler: If I hadn't divorced Howard, I never would have met Buck. Isn't he divine, darling? Now, you're a good judge of horse flesh. Isn't he something?

Crystal Allen: Not bad.

Sylvia Fowler: You should see the outfit I bought him. More silver than Fort Knox. Just wait until those buzzards get a look at him! Six and a half feet of man and all mine!