Mrs. Van Buren Quotes in Intimate Apparel
Mrs. Van Buren: Oh God, I look ridiculous, and I'm behaving absolutely foolishly, but I'm not sure what else to do. Look at me. I've spent a fortune on feathers and every manner of accouterment. They've written positively splendid things about me in the columns this season. [...] But does it matter? Has he spent an evening at home? Or even noticed that I've painted the damn boudoir vermillion red?
Mrs. Van Buren: I've given him no children. (Whispered.) I'm afraid I can't. It's not for the lack of trying. One takes these things for granted, you assume when it comes time that it will happen, and when it doesn't who is to blame? They think it's vanity that's kept me childless, I've heard the women whispering. If only I were that vain. But it's like he's given up.
Esther: Do you think there's something wrong with a woman alone?
Mrs. Van Buren: What I think is of little consequence. If I were (whispered.) brave I'd collect my things right now and find a small clean room someplace on the other side of the park. No, further in fact. And I'd...But it isn't a possibility, is it?
Mayme: All the pawing and pulling. For a dollar they think they own you.
Esther: You know that white lady I talk about sometime, hold on...She keep asking me what they be wearing up in the Tenderloin. All that money and high breeding and she want what you wearing.
Mayme: No kidding?
Esther: What she got, you want, what you got, she want.
Mrs. Van Buren: By the way, I bled this morning, and when I delivered the news to Harry, he spat at me. This civilized creature of society. We all bleed, Esther. And yet I actually felt guilt, as though a young girl again apologizing for becoming a woman.
Mrs. Van Buren: I should like to see one for myself. You must take me to one of your shows.
Esther: And will you take me to the opera next time you go?
Mrs. Van Buren: I would, if I could. It would be marvelously scandalous, just the sort of thing to perk up this humdrum season. It is so easy to be with you. Your visits are just about the only thing I look forward to these days. You, and our letters to George, of course. Shall we write something dazzling to him? Something delicious.
Mrs. Van Buren: Please. We will forget this and continue to be friends.
Esther: Friends? How we friends? When I ain't never been through your front door. You love me? What of me do you love?
Mrs. Van Buren: Esther, you are the only one who's been in my boudoir in all these months. And honestly, it's only in here with you that I feel...happy. Please, I want us to be friends?
Mrs. Van Buren Quotes in Intimate Apparel
Mrs. Van Buren: Oh God, I look ridiculous, and I'm behaving absolutely foolishly, but I'm not sure what else to do. Look at me. I've spent a fortune on feathers and every manner of accouterment. They've written positively splendid things about me in the columns this season. [...] But does it matter? Has he spent an evening at home? Or even noticed that I've painted the damn boudoir vermillion red?
Mrs. Van Buren: I've given him no children. (Whispered.) I'm afraid I can't. It's not for the lack of trying. One takes these things for granted, you assume when it comes time that it will happen, and when it doesn't who is to blame? They think it's vanity that's kept me childless, I've heard the women whispering. If only I were that vain. But it's like he's given up.
Esther: Do you think there's something wrong with a woman alone?
Mrs. Van Buren: What I think is of little consequence. If I were (whispered.) brave I'd collect my things right now and find a small clean room someplace on the other side of the park. No, further in fact. And I'd...But it isn't a possibility, is it?
Mayme: All the pawing and pulling. For a dollar they think they own you.
Esther: You know that white lady I talk about sometime, hold on...She keep asking me what they be wearing up in the Tenderloin. All that money and high breeding and she want what you wearing.
Mayme: No kidding?
Esther: What she got, you want, what you got, she want.
Mrs. Van Buren: By the way, I bled this morning, and when I delivered the news to Harry, he spat at me. This civilized creature of society. We all bleed, Esther. And yet I actually felt guilt, as though a young girl again apologizing for becoming a woman.
Mrs. Van Buren: I should like to see one for myself. You must take me to one of your shows.
Esther: And will you take me to the opera next time you go?
Mrs. Van Buren: I would, if I could. It would be marvelously scandalous, just the sort of thing to perk up this humdrum season. It is so easy to be with you. Your visits are just about the only thing I look forward to these days. You, and our letters to George, of course. Shall we write something dazzling to him? Something delicious.
Mrs. Van Buren: Please. We will forget this and continue to be friends.
Esther: Friends? How we friends? When I ain't never been through your front door. You love me? What of me do you love?
Mrs. Van Buren: Esther, you are the only one who's been in my boudoir in all these months. And honestly, it's only in here with you that I feel...happy. Please, I want us to be friends?
