Nell: Bette Davis used to have blood-red nails.
Lizzie: Did she?
Nell: That’s what your daddy used to call you. You’d be all dressed up in my best frock and high heels. Talking away to yourself. Away in your own wee world. And he’d say, “Jesus Christ, Nell. Who the hell does that lassie think she is? Bette Davis?” I never really liked Bette Davis. Preferred Barbara Stanwyck. You knew where you were with Barbara Stanwyck.