Dorothy Quote #1364
Quote from Dorothy in One Flew Out of the Cuckoo's Nest
Dorothy: Stanley, what do you want from me?
Stan: I want to show you something. Dorothy, you see this hair? It is the only one on my forehead. The other traitors receded years ago, but this proud and loyal sprout clings desperately. It is unrelenting. It is true.
Dorothy: What about it?
Stan: Dorothy, it is this hair that I hate more than all the others. It mocks me.
Dorothy: You're psychotic.
Stan: Because I'm bald?
Dorothy: Because you're kidnapping me!
Stan: I'm not kidnapping you. I'm taking you to church. In style.
Dorothy: You are?
Stan: This is my gift to you. I just wanted a minute alone with you to give my blessings. To show I care. Don't you see? I am that hair. And you're my big, crazy, bald skull. I may give you some reason to resent me, but you cannot shake me. I am loyal.
Dorothy: Stanley, you wore a toupee for 27 years.
Stan: Don't mess with my metaphor.
The Golden Girls Quotes
‘One Flew Out of the Cuckoo's Nest’ Quotes
Quote from Dorothy
Rose: Oh, Dorothy.
Blanche: Oh, you're beautiful.
Sophia: Oh, pussycat, look at you. But to tell you the truth, I was hoping you'd use my wedding dress.
Dorothy: That's nice, Ma. As what? A hand puppet?
Quote from Dorothy
Dorothy: Look, Lucas, no offense, but hardware doesn't sound terribly romantic. So when you come by tomorrow, why don't you tell Blanche that you took me to hear the Emerson String Quartet?
Lucas: I love it. Do you think they might buy that afterwards we frolicked in the ocean?
Dorothy: Oh, gosh, I haven't frolicked since... Uh, well, since... Since the day I dropped my mother off at Shady Pines. Coincidentally, that was the last time I did a cartwheel. It was a good day.
Quote from Rose
Blanche: Well, all right, Rose, how does it make you feel?
Rose: To be honest, a little bit like Mr. Snuffles.
Sophia: Blanche, would you mind? You're closer to the knife drawer.
Rose: One summer, when I was a little girl, Henrietta, our pig, gave birth to a litter of six. And the next day, my father won the annual St. Olaf watermelon-seed spitting contest and he brought home a prize piglet.
Blanche: Mr. Snuffles.
Rose: Exactly.
Sophia: You're listening?
Rose: Anyway, I loved Mr. Snuffles. I watched him grow. I suffered with him. The way Henrietta's brood made him feel like such an outsider. It was an awful thing to see.
Sophia: Hey, hearing it is no walk in the park.
Rose: Mr. Snuffles never did get over his feeling of alienation. He grew fat and despondent. The last report we had on him, he stowed away in a truck to Chicago and tearfully surrendered himself to the Oscar Mayer people. I don't want that to happen to me, Sophia.