Amanda DonohoeQuotes

Lady Pembroke: Mr. Pitt.

William Pitt: [bows down as he tips of his bicorn hat] Lady Pembroke.

Lady Pembroke: Her Majesty understands that you are dissatisfied with His Majesty's doctors.

William Pitt: The King is no better.

Lady Pembroke: Mr. Pitt, my mother-in-law lost her wits, and a succession of physicians failed to recover them for her. There was, however, one doctor who was confident of her return to health. And accordingly, she was placed in his care.

William Pitt: And is she recovered?

Lady Pembroke: [takes out a piece of paper; Pitt retrieves the paper] Entirely. Rides to hounds, founded some almshouses, embroiders around the clock. I've written down his name.

Miranda: Pardon me for interrupting your meeting. Mr. Allen, you remember Fletcher Reede.

Mr. Allen: Oh, yes! Yes. Nice to see you again, Fletcher. By the way, I'll be observing you in court this afternoon. I've been hearing some good things about you.

Miranda: [to Fletcher] Well, Fletcher has just been telling me what how much he thinks of you. Well, why don't you tell Mr. Allen? Well, what do you think of him?

Fletcher: [defeated; sighs] He's a pedantic, pontificating, pretentious bastard. A belligerent, old fart. A worthless, steaming pile of cow dung. Figuratively speaking!

Mr. Allen: That's the funniest damn thing I've ever heard! You're a real card, Reede! I love a good roast! Do Simmons!

Fletcher: [points at Simmons; to another member of the board] Simmons is old! He should've been outta the game years ago, but he can't stay home, cause he hates his wife! You've met her at the Christmas parties! She's the one that gets plastered and calls him a retard! And you, Tom! You're the biggest brownnose I've ever seen! You've got your head so far up Mr. Allen's ass, I can't tell where you end and he begins!

Mr. Allen: [roars with laughter] Priceless!

Fletcher: [to another board member; to another member; to yet another; points at five other members of the board one at a time; pointing at Miranda; Miranda is shocked] You have bad breath caused by gingivitis! You couldn't get a porn star off! Your hairpiece looks like something that was killed crossing the highway! I don't know whether to comb it or scrape it off with a shovel and bury it alive! Loser! Idiot! Wimp! Degenerate! Saaa-LUT!

Mr. Allen: [shakes hands with Fletcher] I like your style, Reede! That's just what this stuffy company needs! A little irreverence!

Fletcher: GOOD! I'll see ya later, dickhead!

Mr. Allen: Dickhead! Priceless!

Mr. Allen: [takes his seat] Keep your eye on that boy. "Dickhead"!