The Best Dorothy Atkinson Quotes

Mary: If your father was alive, he'd be rolling in his grave!

Mrs: You hungry? How about some nice liver and onions?
Alfred: No. Already ate.
Mrs: I'll just make you some eggs then.

Alfred: What? You made a face!
Mrs: It's my face. I can do what I like with it!

Alfred: Listen, I can't say too much. The phone's probably been tapped.
Mrs: Somebody's listening? They should be ashamed of themselves.

Alfred: California, now there's a place. Sunshine, fresh fruit. We could have a house in an orange grove.
Mrs: Very nice. If you like that sort of thing.
Alfred: You like an orange.
Mrs: I like cabbages, too. Don't mean I want to live in a cabbage path.

Therapist: [mandatory session] Why are you here, Marissa?
Marissa: I am almost certainly traumatized by having been held hostage in a recent operation in Berlin.
Therapist: You don't seem traumatized.
Marissa: That's because I'm not.
Therapist: So you felt confident that your assailant wouldn't hurt you?
Marissa: Oh, no. No, no. He wanted to kill me.
Therapist: Why was that not terrifying to you?
Marissa: There's worse things than dying.

Mary: Be good.
Alfred: I wish you'd stop telling me that.
Mary: I'll stop telling you that when you stop needing to be told.

Alfred: You're serious?
Mary: And I'd tell him where to shove his bloody socks.

Alfred: We're going to America, Mom. A new life.
Mary: Just now on the telly, a man in
Alfred: Not everywhere. Not in the cities.

Mrs: Don't he look smart, Mr. P.?
Mr: You look like a hairdresser.

Mary: Who are you people?
Kidnapper: That's why we have masks. So you don't know who we are.

Alfred: You all right?
Mary: [being kidnapped] I'm all right, son. Don't give the bastards a penny!
Kidnapper: Shut it!
Mary: Or else what?
Alfred: You leave this to me!
Mary: You've worked hard for that money!
Alfred: Mom! Be quiet and let me handle this.
Mary: Don't you tell me to be quiet! You go away! That money's for my grandchildren, if you ever settle down, which you should.
Alfred: Not now, Mom!
Mary: You promise me this, and I'll die happy.
Alfred: Fuck's sake.

Mr: The American president has announced his intention to put a man on the moon!
Mrs: Goodness! Why, though? Did he do something very terrible?
Mr: Who?
Mrs: The man they're sending to the moon.
Mr: No, Mother, no, I expect it'll be some brave volunteer who'll be, you know, selected. It's not a punishment.
Mrs: It sounds like one.
[laughs]
Mrs: Who'd want to go to the moon?

Mrs: You said Ravens was just a hobby, like the masons. You never said anything about revolutions!