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A big-city reporter travels to the small town where her mother has been arrested for the murder of an elderly woman that she works for as a maid.
Vera Donovan: Sometimes, Dolores... sometimes, you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes, being a bitch is all a woman has to hang onto.
Dolores Claiborne: Now, you listen to me, Mr. Grand High Poobah of Upper Buttcrack, I'm just about half-past give a shit with your fun and games.
Vera Donovan: Husbands die every day, Dolores. Why... one is probably dying right now while you're sitting here weeping. They die... and leave their wives their money. I should know, shouldn't I? Sometimes they're driving home from their mistress's apartment and their brakes suddenly fail. An accident, Dolores, can be an unhappy woman's best friend.
Dolores Claiborne: [to Joe] That is the last time you ever hit me! Next time, one of us is going to the bone yard.
Dolores Claiborne: I did not murder that bitch any more than I'm wearing a diamond tiara.
Vera Donovan: It's a depressingly masculine world we live in, Dolores.
Dolores Claiborne: If you say you're sorry one more time, I'll kick your butt up so high, you'll look like a hunchback.
Selena St. George: [to her boss, Peter] So not only are you not fucking me now, you're fucking me.
Dolores Claiborne: Go ahead and take what you want. I ain't doin' any beauty pageants today.
Kid on street: Look! Kid on street: Hey Miss Claiborne! Kid on street: Kill anyone else today? Dolores Claiborne: Not just yet, when I change my mind I'll know exactly where to start
Det. John Mackey: I'm sorry, but I think it's for the best if you got yourself some legal representation. Dolores Claiborne: You're sorry, are you? Bet the last time you were sorry was when you needed to use the pay toilet and the string on your pet dime broke.
Vera Donovan: Well, don't look to me, Dolores. All my money is tied up in cash.
Dolores Claiborne: If anyone is going to accuse me of killing my husband, go right ahead and call me Dolores!
Dolores Claiborne: [sobbing] Why? Why'd you do this, Vera? Vera Donovan: Because I hate the smell of being old.
Selena St. George: Eighteen years ago, my father drank a bottle of scotch and fell down a well. Detective Mackey didn't think it was an accident, which is... why we're here today. Det. John Mackey: And what do you think, Selena? Selena St. George: I think I owe you an apology. I called you a son of a bitch. You said you thought we were a lot alike, and you were right. We both spent the past 18 years prosecuting this woman. We came out here- I know I did- believing she was guilty. We forgot this case is about Vera Donovan. Not my father. Det. John Mackey: And what if it wasn't an accident? Selena St. George: Look. It's been 18 years. I don't know what this has done to you, but let me tell you, it's consumed me. I have lived with this every day of my life. Every day. I was wrong and I won't do it anymore. And if I can say that, my God, can't you?
Const. Frank Stamshaw: Going on a morning walk? Dolores Claiborne: No, I'm just packing the get-away boat, so I can make my great escape.
Dolores Claiborne: We're gonna sit down and have ourselves a drink! And after we're done - after *I'm* done, you can run upstairs and take whichever one of them little pills makes you feel the best.
[Vera is not letting Dolores change her soiled sheets] Dolores Claiborne: Vera, are ya gonna sit there and marinate in it? Come on!
Dolores Claiborne: I got another surprise for you, Joe. Joe St. George: What, did someone invent a pill to cure ugly?
Const. Frank Stamshaw: Selena, we'd like her to stay at her house for the next few days. Dolores Claiborne: If I decide to make my grand escape to South America, I'll be sure to let you know first.
Vera Donovan: Don't we have a hair across our ass this morning, Dolores Claiborne?
Selena St. George: [when leaving her mother] I'm sorry, Mother. Sometimes being a bitch is the only thing a woman has hold onto.
Vera Donovan: [Vera is ringing a bell] Doloooress!... Dolores Claiborne: Hell's bells. Look who's up.
Selena St. George: That is the last guy in the world you want to make an enemy out of. Dolores Claiborne: I ain't makin' one, I'm KEEPIN' one.
Vera Donovan: I want my china pig! Dolores Claiborne: Which one? There's only about two-hundred of 'em.
Dolores Claiborne: [to Selena, who is frantically taking pills] How is that going to help? Selena St. George: Because in ten minutes, I'm gonna be fine. Dolores Claiborne: Selena... Selena St. George: JUST GIVE ME TEN MINUTES!
Vera Donovan: Think what fun you'll have telling all your friends what a bitch Vera Donovan is!
Vera Donovan: [Dolores is crying in front of Vera in the drawing room] I insist that all women who have hysterics in my drawing room call me by my Christian name.
Selena St. George: There is no Arizona.
Selena St. George: I don't know how to feel about what you did... maybe I never will, Mom. But I know, I know you did it for me.
Vera Donovan: [to Dolores, who is hanging her sheets to dry] Six pins, Dolores! Six pins, not five!
Dolores Claiborne: You must have boyfriends. Beautiful girl like you, smart and out in the world... You tellin' me there's nobody? Selena St. George: I'm telling you there's a *lot* of nobodies.
Joe St. George: What are you talking about, I never touched Selena! Dolores Claiborne: Oh yeah? Well then how come you're making a face like the devil just reached down and grabbed those little raisins you call balls?
Dolores Claiborne: [noticing Vera's Phanny-Pan labeled as police evidence] Jesus crow - you didn't even have the decency to clean up after her! You telling me this is evidence?
Dolores Claiborne: It was just a bad patch. Selena St. George: I had a fucking nervous breakdown, mother!
Dolores Claiborne: If you wanna know what kind of life a person had, just look at their hands.
Vera Donovan: Don't you just love the Bossa Nova? I found them in New York and simply had to have them.
Selena St. George: [referring to her mother's relationship with Vera Donovan] These two women loved each other!
Dolores Claiborne: Go ahead Joe, Kill me. All I ask is that you do it quick, and don't let Selena see the mess once you're through.