Diana Rigg Quotes

Ms. Collins I'm not going to prison. I've been in a prison all my life.

Eloise Has a woman ever died in my room?

Ms. Collins This is London. Someone has died in every room in every building and on every street corner in the city.

Ms. Collins You could say Sandie died in that room. She died in that room a hundred times.

Peregrine Devlin Hello, Edwina. I thought it was you.

Edwina Lionheart Well, the brilliant Peregrine Devlin. Wielder of the brutal aphorism, master of the killing phrase, my father's murderer.

Peregrine Devlin That's a bit melodramatic, isn't it?

Edwina Lionheart Oh, forgive me, I forgot. It was your reverence and admiration that drove him to take his own life.

Peregrine Devlin You don't understand.

Edwina Lionheart I understand that the greatest actor of all time never earned your approval for one single performance. Never. Not one good review.

Ms. Collins Don't judge me on the cigarettes. All that hoo-ha last night got me going again.

Miss Piggy Why are you telling me all this?

Lady Holiday It's plot exposition. It has to go somewhere.

Ms. Collins I could never sell it. Too many memories.

Ms. Collins Being a whore is a bit like being an actress, I suppose. You have to pretend you're someone else. Someone that's not you.

Edwina Lionheart I'm busy, Devlin.

Peregrine Devlin Edwina, four of my colleagues have been murdered. And their deaths relate directly to your father's last season.

Edwina Lionheart If you were as imaginative in your reviews, Devlin, you'd be a better critic.

Barbara Drummond You're a very tired, very damaged man. You've had a hideous marriage, I assume a few tacky affairs along the way. You're understandably reluctant to get involved again. On top of that, here I am with this preposterous idea you throw everything up and go off with me to some barren mountains in Mexico. Utterly mad, I know. On the other hand, you obviously find this world as desolate as I do. You did try to kill yourself last night. So that's it, Herb. Either me and the mountains or - a bottle of potassium.

Ms. Collins I hope you know what a landline is. Some of your lot don't.

Mother Superior But when love and duty are one, then grace is within you.

Ms. Collins Will you keep it down! Enough to wake the bloody dead!

Barbara Drummond Mr. Blacktree disapproves of my miniskirt, the only thing I had to come to the city with. Back at the tribe, I wear ankle-length buckskin.

Barbara Drummond Within a week, my father had closed his Beacon Hill practice and set out to start a mission in the Mexican Mountains. I turned in my SDS card and my crash helmet, and I followed him. It was a disaster, at least for me. My father had received the revelation, not I. He stood gaunt on a mountain slope and preached the Apocalypse to solemnly amused Indians. I masturbated a great deal. We lived in a grass wickiup, ate raw rabbit and crushed piñon nuts. It was hideous. Within two months, I was back in Boston. A hollow shell, disenchanted with everything, and dizzy with dengue. I turned to austerity, combed my hair tight, entered nursing school. I became haggard, driven - had shamelessly incestuous dreams about my father. I took up with some of the senior staff there. One of them a portly psychiatrist, explained I was generated by an unresolved lust for my father. I cracked up. One day, they found me walking to work naked and screaming obscenities. There was talk of institutionalizing me. So I packed a bag and went back to join my father in the Sierra Madre Mountains. I've been there ever since. That's three years. My father is, of course, as mad as a hatter. I watch over him, and have been curiously content. You see, Doctor, I believe in everything.