Elise Dunstan:
Why, congratulations, papa!
Guy Woodhouse:
Thanks! There was nothing to it.
Edward "Hutch" Hutchins:
Pregnant women are supposed to gain, not lose weight!
Guy Woodhouse:
What the hell is that?
Rosemary Woodhouse:
I've been to Vidal Sassoon.
Guy Woodhouse:
You mean you actually paid for it?
Minnie Castevet:
He chose you, honey! From all the women in the world to be the mother of his only living son!
Roman Castevet:
To 1966! The year one!
[
First lines]
Mr. Nicklas:
Are you a doctor?
Rosemary Woodhouse:
He is an actor.
Mr. Nicklas:
Oh! An actor! We're very popular with actors! Have I seen you in anything?
Guy Woodhouse:
Well, I did "Hamlet" a while back, didn't I, Liz? Then we did "The Sandpiper"...
Rosemary Woodhouse:
He's joking. He was in "Luther" and "Nobody Loves an Albatross" and a lot of TV plays and commercials.
Mr. Nicklas:
That's where the money is, right? The commercials.
Guy Woodhouse:
And the artistic thrill too!
Minnie Castevet:
Oh, are you *preg*nant?
Mr. Nicklas:
That's *odd*!
Dr. Abe Sapirstein:
Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! What did you say the name was? Machado?
Roman Castevet:
I think we're offending Rosemary...
Rosemary Woodhouse:
I wasn't offended, really I wasn't.
Roman Castevet:
You're not religious, my dear, are you?
Rosemary Woodhouse:
I was brought up a catholic... now, I don't know.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
[
crying] I *won't* have an abortion!
Joan Jellico, Rosemary's Girlfriend:
But nobody's telling you to have an abortion!
Elise Dunstan:
Rosie, a pain like that is a clear sign that something is not right. We just want you to get another opinion, see someone else, that's all.
Tiger, Rosemary's girlfriend:
Yeah, some doctor besides that... that... *nut*!
Minnie Castevet:
Anyone! Anyone! It didn't have to be a no-good slut straight from the gutter. Just as long as she is young, healthy and not a virgin!
Mrs. Gilmore:
We're your friends, Rosemary. There's nothing to be scared about. Honest and truly there isn't!
Grace Cardiff:
He told me to make sure and tell you: the name is an anagram.
Roman Castevet:
No pope ever visits a city where the newspapers are on strike.
Minnie Castevet:
I heard he's gonna postpone and wait till it's over.
Guy Woodhouse:
Well, that's showbiz.
Roman Castevet:
That's exactly what it is: all the costumes, the rituals - all religions.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
What's in this drink?
Minnie Castevet:
Snips and snails and puppy dog's tails.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Oh? And what if we wanted a girl?
Minnie Castevet:
Do you?
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Well, it would be nice if the first one was a boy.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Witches... All of them witches!
Rosemary Woodhouse:
This is no dream! This is really happening!
Rosemary Woodhouse:
I dreamed someone was raping me. I think it was someone inhuman.
Guy Woodhouse:
Thanks a lot.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Pain, begone, I will have no more of thee!
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Laura-Louise McBirney:
Oh, shut up with your "Oh, Gods" or we'll kill you, milk or no milk!
Guy Woodhouse:
[
on Rosemary's decision to switch doctors] You know what Dr. Hill is? He's a Charlie Nobody, that's who he is!
Rosemary Woodhouse:
I'm tired of hearing about how great Dr. Sapirstein is!
Guy Woodhouse:
Well, I won't let you do it Ro.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Why not?
Guy Woodhouse:
Well, because... because it wouldn't be fair to Sapirstein.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Not fair to Sap... - what do you mean? What about what's fair to me?
Roman Castevet:
Rosemary...
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Shut up.
Roman Castevet:
Rosemary...
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Shut up. You're in Dubrovnik, I can't hear you.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Isn't Hutch coming with us?
Skipper:
Catholics only, Miss. I'm afraid that we're bound by these prejudices.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
I understand.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
What have you done to him? What have you done to his eyes, you maniacs!
Roman Castevet:
He has his father's eyes.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
What do you mean? Guy's eyes are normal!
[
Last lines]
Roman Castevet:
Rock him.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
You're trying to get me to be his mother.
Roman Castevet:
Aren't you his mother?
[
She starts to hum a lullaby]
Rosemary Woodhouse:
I thought you were Victoria Vetri, the actress.
Terry Gionoffrio:
That's OK. Everybody thinks I'm Victoria. I don't see the resemblance, though.
Joan Jellico, Rosemary's Girlfriend:
You dirty stinking secret keeper!
Minnie Castevet:
Now! That's what I call the long arm of coincidence!
Dr. Abe Sapirstein:
Come with us quietly, Rosemary. Don't argue or make a scene. Because if you say anything more about witches or witchcraft, we're gonna be forced to take you to a mental hospital. You don't want that, do you?
Rosemary Woodhouse:
You're lying. It didn't die. You took it. You're lying. You witches! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're LYING!
Rosemary Woodhouse:
They use blood in their rituals, and the blood with the most power is baby's blood!
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Awful things happen in every apartment house.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
I look awful.
Guy Woodhouse:
What are you talking about? You look great. It's that haircut that looks awful.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Oh, God!
Roman Castevet:
God is dead! Satan lives!
Rosemary Woodhouse:
You... you had me while I was out?
Guy Woodhouse:
It was kinda fun in a necrophile sort of way
Minnie Castevet:
As long as she ate the mouse, she can't see nor hear. Now sing.
Mrs. John F. Kennedy:
I'm sorry to hear you aren't feeling well.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
It's just a mouse bite.
Mrs. John F. Kennedy:
Perhaps you'd better have your legs tied down in case of convulsions.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Yes, I suppose so. If it was rabid...
Mrs. John F. Kennedy:
If the music bothers you, please let me know and I'll have it stopped.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Oh, no, no, no. Please don't change the program on my account...
Mrs. John F. Kennedy:
All right. Now, try to sleep. We'll be waiting for you up on deck.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Unspeakable... unspeakable!
Minnie Castevet:
[
whispers] Easy! Easy! You've got her too high!
Rosemary Woodhouse:
Tannis, anyone?
Minnie Castevet:
[
through the wall] ... and please don't tell me what Laura-Louise said, 'cause I'm *not* interested!
Rosemary Woodhouse:
It has an under-taste.
[
pause]
Rosemary Woodhouse:
A chalky under-taste.
Guy Woodhouse:
Good ol' Hutch, he's spreading cheer wherever he goes. I'm gonna get a newspaper, honey.
[
pause]
Guy Woodhouse:
He's a professional crepe-hanger.
Rosemary Woodhouse:
He's not a professional crepe-hanger.
Guy Woodhouse:
Then he's one of the top-ranking amateurs.
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