Wicked Little Letters (2023)
Jessie Buckley: Rose Gooding
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Quotes
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[to her daughter, looking at the words Die Slut on her door]
Rose Gooding : It's German.
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Edward Swan : [reading one many obscene letters] "Miss Swan, you bloody fucking old saggy sack of chicken piss. You want fucking in the nose, you old beetle!"
Edith Swan : Beetle!
Edward Swan : Edith, you honestly don't think I've been doing this?
Edith Swan : I don't know anymore. Father, it might not have been her. There are all kinds of people. She was my friend.
Edward Swan : No! She wasn't your friend. She's a lying slut!
Bill : Hey, what did you just say?
Edward Swan : You know she is. Be a man, son!
Bill : Don't front up to me, old boy, I used to box in bars for cash!
Rose Gooding : Don't tell that to people, Bill.
Bill : And you stink out the wash house too!
Rose Gooding : Bill!
Bill : I think you're ill, mate!
Edward Swan : Right!
[proceeds to attack the Bill but he dodges the blow]
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Rose Gooding : Don't let them f*** you up.
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Edith Swan : Good day to you, Rose. I'll write to you.
Rose Gooding : I'll brace myself.
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Police Officer Gladys Moss : Women police officers are forbidden from marrying. Or having children.
Rose Gooding : Fucking Jesus shat on a cross! Then why?
Police Officer Gladys Moss : My dad did it. Twenty-two years.
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Rose Gooding : Why would I send a letter when I can just say it?
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Rose Gooding : I want this on your fuckin' conscience. I asked you for help.
Police Officer Gladys Moss : I'm an officer. Why would I help a suspect?
Rose Gooding : Because the police are horseshit.
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Edward Swan : It's my birthday party.
Rose Gooding : It's your birthday party. Who cares? What are you, eight years old?
Edward Swan : You won't speak to me like some Nancy-boy.
Ray : I was saying, what would your fucking husband think?
Rose Gooding : My husband isn't alive, Ray. So he's not thinking a big deal. He's probably thinking, it's a shame we're missing these shitty little pastries.
Ray : [laughs] Looks like he got away lightly!
[Rose head-butts Ray in the face]
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Rose Gooding : You FUCKING WANKERS!
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Mr. Scales : Why would you send so many letters that are so easily traceable back to you.
Rose Gooding : I wouldn't. That'd be insanity.
Mr. Scales : After all, you're known for being somewhat direct.
Rose Gooding : Why would I send a letter when I could just say it?
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Rose Gooding : Well, go on, tell us what you said.
Edward Swan : Leave it. It's my birthday party.
Rose Gooding : It's your birthday party. Who cares? What are you, eight years old?
Edward Swan : You won't speak to me like I'm a nancy boy.
Ray : I was saying, what would yer fuckin' husband think?
Rose Gooding : My husband's not alive, so he's not thinkin' a great deal.