She-Devil Quotes
A cunning and resourceful housewife vows revenge on her husband when he begins an affair with a wealthy romance novelist.
'People' Reporter: So, are you saying she was... promiscuous?
Mrs. Fisher: "Promiscuous"? She was a teen-aged tramp; she couldn't get enough! She would do it anywhere, anytime, and with anyone! She got knocked up when she was sixteen.
'People' Reporter: Knocked up?
Mrs. Fisher: Well, she couldn't take care of it! Had to give that cute little baby boy up for adoption!
'People' Reporter: So you're saying there's a missing member of the Fisher royal clan?
Mrs. Fisher: Royal my ass! Her father was a kosher butcher from Hoboken! A lovely man!
Mrs. Fisher: "Promiscuous"? She was a teen-aged tramp; she couldn't get enough! She would do it anywhere, anytime, and with anyone! She got knocked up when she was sixteen.
'People' Reporter: Knocked up?
Mrs. Fisher: Well, she couldn't take care of it! Had to give that cute little baby boy up for adoption!
'People' Reporter: So you're saying there's a missing member of the Fisher royal clan?
Mrs. Fisher: Royal my ass! Her father was a kosher butcher from Hoboken! A lovely man!
Bob: I had every intention into seeing this marrage through. I'm gonna tell ya something, Ruth... Life is made up of assets and liabilies. As a man I have four basic assets: *one*, a home, that is my castle; *two*, a family, that is loving and devoted; *three*, a successful career that I worked very hard to maintain; and *four*, the freedom to enjoy the fruits of my labor. But when it comes to liabillities, I have only one.
[shouts]
Bob: Thats you, Ruth! And I'm not gonna let you ruin everything
[yells]
Bob: I've worked so hard for! You're a bad mother, a lousy wife, and a terrible cook! In fact, have you looked in a *mirror* recently? I don't even you're a woman. You know what you are? You're a *she-devil*!
[shouts]
Bob: Thats you, Ruth! And I'm not gonna let you ruin everything
[yells]
Bob: I've worked so hard for! You're a bad mother, a lousy wife, and a terrible cook! In fact, have you looked in a *mirror* recently? I don't even you're a woman. You know what you are? You're a *she-devil*!
Ruth: [coaching the nursing home women in a game of soccer, jumping up and down] Come on! Kick that ball! Yes, go! Come on Miss Zulinski!
Hooper: What is going on here?
Ruth: Oh, isn't it wonderful?
Hooper: I know what you've been doing! The vitamins, the workouts, it's against the rules! I'm going to report you to Mrs. Trumper and then you'll be sorry.
Ruth: Oh I don't think so, I HAVE been sorry my whole life and by the looks of it, so have you, so you do whatever you want. It's a shame though, Hooper, I always thought that women like us should stick together. Let's go! Kick that ball!
Hooper: What is going on here?
Ruth: Oh, isn't it wonderful?
Hooper: I know what you've been doing! The vitamins, the workouts, it's against the rules! I'm going to report you to Mrs. Trumper and then you'll be sorry.
Ruth: Oh I don't think so, I HAVE been sorry my whole life and by the looks of it, so have you, so you do whatever you want. It's a shame though, Hooper, I always thought that women like us should stick together. Let's go! Kick that ball!
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: [picks up Mary Fisher's book] Mary Fisher, any relation?
Mrs. Fisher: My daughter.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: Oh how nice.
Mrs. Fisher: She's a slut. Bitch keeps me in this dogpound while she lives the life of a princess in her gar damn mansion!
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: Well that doesn't seem fair.
Mrs. Fisher: Yeah I ought to drop in on her one day, that'd scare the shit out of her.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: You have rights, if you wanted to go see your daughter nobody could stop you.
Mrs. Fisher: I'm too old.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: You are a mature and vibrant woman, and don't you let anybody tell you anything different.
Mrs. Fisher: Yeah? I suppose I could go on Sunday afternoon.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: I'll put you on the train myself, and I'll even call ahead to make sure the butler knows you're coming.
Mrs. Fisher: Butler? I'll bet there's hanky panky there.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: Well there's only one way to find out.
Mrs. Fisher: My daughter.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: Oh how nice.
Mrs. Fisher: She's a slut. Bitch keeps me in this dogpound while she lives the life of a princess in her gar damn mansion!
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: Well that doesn't seem fair.
Mrs. Fisher: Yeah I ought to drop in on her one day, that'd scare the shit out of her.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: You have rights, if you wanted to go see your daughter nobody could stop you.
Mrs. Fisher: I'm too old.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: You are a mature and vibrant woman, and don't you let anybody tell you anything different.
Mrs. Fisher: Yeah? I suppose I could go on Sunday afternoon.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: I'll put you on the train myself, and I'll even call ahead to make sure the butler knows you're coming.
Mrs. Fisher: Butler? I'll bet there's hanky panky there.
Ruth Patchett/Vesta Rose: Well there's only one way to find out.
