Beaches
1988
CC Bloom: Harry, I did you catch that set? Those people loved me! So, I was wondering if I could borrow fifty dollars until pay day. Harry: No. CC Bloom: What the hell is this, a piano bar or a Nazi work camp? I'm singing my heart out for bupkus, peanuts. I'm eating dog food and you can't even give me fifty dollars you already owe me? (Harry hands her the money) Oh, Harry, you're an angel. If you're mother hadn't been such a bitch, we could've shared something important.
Hillary: I don't even remember what it was I was mad about and I don't care. Whatever it was that you did, I forgive you. CC Bloom: What I did? You and your lousy letters. Just to get one of them made me special even before I opened it. All your crappy stories, all your big dreams. Hillary: I didn't know that. CC Bloom: Well, what the hell did you know? Did you know how bad things were for me? No, because you wouldn't even open my letters. If you had even answered one, just one! Told me what a jerk I was, anything! But you didn't. You took your friendship away without even discussing it with me. So, thank you very much for forgiving me. But I don't forgive you.
Hillary: I was jealous. I was so jealous of you I couldn't see straight! You did everything you said you were going to do, everything! And your talent, this incredible talent! I can't even yodel!
CC Bloom: It looks like a flamingo threw up in here!
CC Bloom: (to the pregnant Hillary) Are you ready for your radar, dear?
Hillary: I'm not stubborn, I'm... right.
CC Bloom: OK, stay in. But will you at least get out of those pajamas? You've been in them for over a week! Hillary: So what? Who the hell are you, the clothes police?
CC Bloom: You're not dead yet: so stop living as if you are!
Aunt Vesta: Here you go, little girl. (Hands C.C. some money) Young C.C.: What's this for? Aunt Vesta: It'll keep you honest.
CC Bloom: But enough about me, let's talk about you... what do YOU think of me?
Young Hillary: Be sure to keep in touch C.C. ok? Young C.C.: Well sure we're friends aren't we?
(after Marge has fainted) CC Bloom: Oh Marge, you really need to cut down on the Gasoline. Hillary: She could be dead. CC Bloom: No. If she was dead she would've dropped the bottle.
Victoria Cecilia Essex: (singing) Pouncer Pouncer the wonder cat. I'm so glad you're not a rat, or a bat, or too fat. (Pouncer meows)
CC Bloom: I, uh (pause) I'm playing a prison guard on death row. John Pierce: I know, I did the casting. CC Bloom: Well, I thought I'd have a better part. John Pierce: Not yet. CC Bloom: But this isn't me. John Pierce: Well (pause) *Act* like it is. (smiles) CC Bloom: (turns to leave) He hates my hair.
Young C.C.: Iris Myandowski is a hand-walking queer!
CC Bloom: (the girls are dyeing their hair) Do I look like Marilyn? I don't look a thing like Marilyn! Hillary: Ok, well, how's mine? CC Bloom: Hillary, it's exactly the same color! Hillary: No! It isn't! CC Bloom: You just spent two hours dyeing your hair exactly the same color!