Monthly Archives: March 2014
Opal: Feeling better?
Sadie McKee: Yes, thanks to you.
Opal: You’re gonna find out about men – – the tripe.
Sadie McKee: No, thanks. Not interested.
Opal: Swell. They come to my dump to get taken, see? And if you’re smart you — [to woman on subway] Am I talking loud enough?
Sadie McKee: I’m kind of sick of men.
Opal: Oh, you’re crazy. They’ve got what we want, all of it. And every gal has her price. Yours ought to be high. [to woman on subway] Every gal has her price. I don’t know what got, but you sure gyped somebody.
Elizabeth: I guess I’m just looking for a reason.
Jeremy: From my observations, sometimes it’s better off not knowing, and other times there’s no reason to be found.
Elizabeth: Everything has a reason.
Jeremy: Hmm. It’s like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished. . .but there’s always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.
Elizabeth: So what’s wrong with the blueberry pie?
Jeremy: There’s nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just, people make other choices. You can’t blame the blueberry pie, just. . .no one wants it.
Elizabeth: Wait! I want a piece.
For this week’s Female Filmmaker Friday, I’m actually going to write a bit about my favorite film from 2013: Sini Anderson’s The Punk Singer, which is a documentary about musician and activist Kathleen Hanna. The film just got released on DVD this week and is also available on Netflix, so you should spend the next 80 minutes watching it and then go out and change the world.
David Shayne: Helen, have you thought about what I said before about the way I feel—
Helen Sinclair: Don’t speak.
David Shayne: But, I. . . I want to express—
Helen Sinclair: Don’t. . .speak. Don’t!
David Shayne: Just a few things that I want to tell you—
Helen Sinclair: Don’t. . .speak!
David Shayne: When we first met—
Helen Sinclair: No, no, don’t speak. Don’t speak. Please don’t speak. Please don’t speak. No. No. No. Go. Go, gentle Scorpio, go. Your Pisces wishes you every happy return.
David Shayne: Just one—
Helen Sinclair: Don’t speak!
Marian Martin: You don’t own me. Nobody does. My life belongs to me.
Al Manning: You’ll make one fine mess of it.
Marian Martin: It’ll still belong to me.
Marian’s mother: Don’t, Marian, you frighten me when you talk like that.
Marian Martin: If I were a man it wouldn’t frighten you! You’d think it was right for me to go out and get anything I could out of life, and use anything I had to get it. Why should men be so different? All they’ve got are their brains and they’re not afraid to use them. Well neither am I!