Edith Phillips: I have a cocktail lounge on Figueroa called Edie’s.
Margaret DeLorca: A cocktail lounge? Why didn’t you ask me–
Edith Phillips: For the fare out of town? That last time I left Los Angeles, you met me at the station with the glad news that you were pregnant and that Frank was marrying you.
Margaret DeLorca: Oh, but Edith, that was twenty years ago!
Edith Phillips: To be exact, eighteen!
Margaret DeLorca: You really hate me, don’t you? You’ve never forgiven me in all these years.
Edith Phillips: Why should I? Tell me why I should.
Margaret DeLorca: We’re sisters!
Edith Phillips: So we are. And to Hell with you!
Freddie: You ran around. Good times, girls. You were special. You never followed the rules. There were no rules for you. Did you believe it? I think I wanted to see you get away with it. You were everything I wasn’t and everything I wanted to be. Everything we’d all like to be, only we know better. We don’t take the chances. We know sooner or later it always catches up with you.