The Best Lucinda Krementz Quotes

Juliette: You believe I haven't informed myself properly? Or taken important matters seriously? I assure you, it's not the case.
Lucinda: That was impolite - of me. I withdraw the remark.
Juliette: If you wish.
Lucinda: I beg your pardon.
Juliette: Very well.
Lucinda: I'm sorry.
Juliette: Noted.
Lucinda: Thank you. You're sure?
Juliette: Of course. Sure about what?
Lucinda: Sure you're not a child.
Juliette: Quite sure.
Lucinda: Then learn to accept an apology. That's important.

Juliette: I don't object to you sleeping with him, Mrs. Krementz. We all have that freedom. It's a fundamental human right we fight for, in fact. What I object to is: I think you're in love with Zeffirelli! That's wrong. Or, at the very least, it's vulgar. You're an old maid!
Lucinda: Kindly leave me my dignity.
Zeffirelli: [to Juliette] She's not an old maid. She's not in love me. She's our friend. I'm her friend.
[to Mrs. Krementz]
Zeffirelli: She's confused.
[to Juliette]
Zeffirelli: She wants to help us.
[to Mrs. Krementz]
Zeffirelli: She's angry.
[to Juliette]
Zeffirelli: She's a very good writer.
[to Mrs. Krementz]
Zeffirelli: It's a lonely life, isn't it?
Lucinda: Sometimes.

Lucinda: What do they want? To defend their illusions. A luminous abstraction.

Lucinda: The kids did this. Obliterated 1,000 years of Republican authority in less than a fortnight. How and why? Before it began, where did it begin?

Lucinda: [Lucinda Krementz on Zeffirelli] He is not an invincible comet, speeding on its guided arc toward the outer reaches of the galaxy in cosmic space-time. Rather, he is a boy who will die young. He will drown on this planet in the steady current of the deep, dirty, magnificent river that flows night and day through the veins and arteries of his own ancient city. His parents will receive a telephone call at midnight, dress briskly, mechanically, and hold hands in the silent taxi as they go to identify the body of their cold son. His likeness, mass-produced and shrink-wrap packaged, will be sold like bubblegum to the hero-inspired who hope to see themselves like this. The touching narcissism of the young.

[Lucinda Krementz pulls a shower curtain back to reveal Zeffirelli in the bathtub with a towel wrapped around his head]
Zeffirelli: [gasps] I'm naked, Ms. Krementz!
Lucinda: I can see that.

Lucinda: [to Juliette and Zeffirelli] Stop bickering. Go make love.
Juliette: I'm a virgin.
Zeffirelli: Me too. Except for Mrs. Krementz.
Lucinda: I thought so.