a Smell of Honey

Sharon Winters:
Paula, I may be a b*tch, but I'll never be a butch!

Sharon Winters:
Paula, I'm sorry about lashing out at you the other night.

Paula Mann:
Forget it. Sometimes I come on too strong.

Sharon Winters:
No, it's just... I can be such a b*tch sometimes.

Paula Mann:
We all are. But that's just part of being female I guess.

Lowell Carter:
I knew it! You're nothing more than a tease! I wouldn't touch you now. You're worse than a disease!

Sharon Winters:
God damnit, get your hands off me you bastard!

Lowell Carter:
Get the hell out of here, tease! I'm gonna get a real woman tonight!

Sharon Winters:
Are you gonna rape her too?

Paula Mann:
Is there anything I can do for you tonight before I go out?

Sharon Winters:
Why no, Paula. In fact, I'm going out tonight myself.

Paula Mann:
You mean you have a date?

Sharon Winters:
Oh, nothing special. Dick Owens, one of the fellows at the office, asked me out for dinner and a movie.

Paula Mann:
Sharon, baby, do you think you should go out with a man? I mean... so soon after your ordeal and all?

Sharon Winters:
So, I was raped. It happended six week ago. What do you expect me to do? Observe a year of mouring?

Paula Mann:
Baby, please I didn't mean to bug you or make you mad.

Sharon Winters:
Don't sweat it, Paula. Anyhow, I don't have to worry about this square Dick. I'm sure he's not the raping time. It'll probaly be a very dull evening.