Little Murders (1971)
Marcia Rodd: Patsy Newquist
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Quotes
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Patsy Newquist : I want to be married to a big, strong, vital, virile, self-assured man... that I can protect and take care of.
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Patsy Newquist : Now, I'm not saying that I'm any better or stronger than you are. It's just, we... you and I have different temperaments. And my temperament is better and stronger than yours!
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Patsy Newquist : Alfred, you're the first man I've ever gone to bed with where I didn't feel he was a lot more likely to get pregnant than I was!
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Patsy Newquist : Kissing you is like kissing white bread!
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Alfred Chamberlain : I trust you.
Patsy Newquist : Oh, Alfred, do you really?
Alfred Chamberlain : I nearly trust you.
Patsy Newquist : Nearly?
Alfred Chamberlain : I nearly do. I really nearly do.
Patsy Newquist : [ecstatically] Oh, Alfred!
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Patsy Newquist : Honey, I don't want to hurt you. I want to change you.
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Patsy Newquist : It isn't just pain you don't feel, you don't feel pleasure!
Alfred Chamberlain : I do feel pleasure.
Patsy Newquist : About what?
Alfred Chamberlain : A lot of things.
Patsy Newquist : Name one!
Alfred Chamberlain : My work.
Patsy Newquist : Oh, name another.
Alfred Chamberlain : Sleeping.
Patsy Newquist : Work and sleeping. Oh, that's just great! What about sex?
Alfred Chamberlain : Makes you sleep better.
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Patsy Newquist : Are you really so down on people, or are you just being fashionable?
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Patsy Newquist : And you're going to feel starting right now, is that right? I don't want a nod, I want an answer. Say, "yes, Patsy."
Alfred Chamberlain : Yes, Patsy.
Patsy Newquist : Yes, Patsy what?
Alfred Chamberlain : Yes, Patsy, I'm going to feel.
Patsy Newquist : Starting when?
Alfred Chamberlain : Starting as soon as I can manage it.
Patsy Newquist : Starting when?
Alfred Chamberlain : Starting now.
Patsy Newquist : And what's your first feeling?
Alfred Chamberlain : Er, it's sort of distant.
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Patsy Newquist : Do you know how I wake up every morning of my life? With a smile on my face. And for the rest of the day I come up against an unending series of... of challenges to wipe that smile off my face. The breather calls. Ex-boyfriends call to tell me they're getting married. Someone tries to break into the apartment while I'm getting dressed. There's a drunk asleep in the elevator. Three minutes after I'm out in the street, my camel coat turns brown. The subway stalls. A man standing next to me presses his body against mine. The up elevator jams. Rumours start buzzing around the office that we're about to be automated. The down elevator jams. The air on Lexington Avenue is... purple. And all the taxis are off duty. A man on the bus tries to pick me up. Another man follows me home. I walk in the door, and the breather's on the phone. Isn't that enough to wipe the smile off anybody's face?