Catherine: Scooter, really. I'm old enough to be your mother.
Scooter: You're never too old to have fun.
Catherine: Why do you want to have fun with me? Let's face it, I'm not a great beauty.

Dee: Oh, Vern. What am I going to do?
Vern: Here's a thought. Marry me.

Vern: I guess that's a yes, huh?
Dee: Oh, that's more than a yes. That's a you betcha!

Keegan: I don't need to hear about every victim. Just give me the grand total.
Bertram: Oh, right. [adds in his head] Twenty-six.
Keegan: You murdered 26 people?! Sweet Jesus!!

Bertram: How much of that whiskey do you intend on drinking?
Keegan: How much will keep me from remembering this conversation tomorrow?

Rita: Someone's in a good mood.
Catherine: Yes, so please don't ruin it by speaking. Or breathing.

It's a glorious thing you've done tonight. Always remember that.

Harriet

Isabel: Scooter and Miss Catherine? What the hell's going on?
Rita: Oh, something delicious. Come on upstairs, and I'll tell you all about it.

Bertram: You're the only one who could understand what I've been doing.
Keegan: Why's that?
Bertram: Because you're the only one who knows that I killed my mother.

Alma: Rita deliberately humiliated me today. I've been sitting here for hours wondering why. What could I have possibly done to make her hate me?
Dee: Mom? Is that the woman who runs the garden club?
Alma: Yes. That's Rita Castillo. Do you know her?
Dee: Oh my God. Oh my God.
Alma: What are you going on about?
Dee: Mom. What Rita did, it's not cause she hates you. It's cause she hates me.

Alma: How horrible you are. To think I ever admired you.
Rita: I don't want your admiration. I want your fear, and now that I have it, get the hell out of my house.

Scooter: But I'm an actor, not a whore!
Rita: Scooter, I've seen your acting. I wouldn't be so quick to rule out a more viable career.

Why Women Kill Quotes

You're a frump, and there's nothing wrong with that. But they don't let frumps into the Elysian Park Garden Club.

Mrs. Yost

My lover's name is, God help me, Scooter Polarski.

Rita