Secret Ceremony

Cenci:
You let nanny and the cook go.

Leonora:
I did?

Cenci:
Fired them ruthlessly.

Leonora:
Dear God, by whose mercy...

Cenci:
Dear God, by whose mercy...

Leonora:
...I am shielded for a few hours...

Cenci:
...I am shielded for a few hours...

Leonora:
...let no-one snatch me from this heaven.

Cenci:
...let no-one snatch me from this heaven.

Cenci:
My virginity is the only thing I possess.

Cenci:
I'll give you that sound if you let me go.

Cenci:
We can't have you walking about looking like a whore.

Hilda:
Daddy Albert was arrested in Philadelphia for interfering with a minor.

Hannah:
Why is the bed warm at eleven o'clock in the morning? A decent bed isn't supposed to be warm.

Leonora:
They're just little boys that need to have their bottoms wiped.

Hannah:
Crazy people never look their age.

Leonora:
That's disgusting. You're all disgusting!

Albert:
Is your goddamn mother at home? I'm not going to eat you, you silly b*tch.

Albert:
Do you realize that, all over the Australian bush, fathers are bashing their daughters like there's no tomorrow?

Leonora:
Shall we order now?

Cenci:
I think I'd like an enormous piece of red meat.

Albert:
You look more like a cow than my late wife, no offense, I'm very fond of cows.

Albert:
If you don't let her go, she'll get smaller and smaller.

Leonora:
I had a daughter once, a very unusual child.

Albert:
What happened to her?

Leonora:
She vanished. [snaps her fingers]

Cenci:
What are you doing in my mother's clothes? Get out!

Leonora:
[song] Oh that I were where I would be, / There would I be where I am not; / But where I am there I must be, / And where I would be I can not.

Leonora:
There were two mice fell in a bucket of milk, one yelled for help and drowned, the other kept pedaling around until, in the morning, he found himself on top of butter.

Albert:
[Confronting Leonora on the beach] You don't look like my late wife at all. She was well-bred and rather frail... except for her famous mammalia - oh, excuse me, that's a private joke in questionable taste. Still, sometimes one has to choose between good taste and being a human being. You look more like a cow than my late wife. Oh, no offense, I'm very fond of cows. "Moooo..." Also, she had no cousins - - I beg your pardon, she had one: James. Obviously, you're not James. What do you want of my daughter?

Leonora:
You have no right to ask me ANY questions!

Albert:
"NO" right? You must be out of your mind! I'm her legal guardian.

Leonora:
No, you're not!

Albert:
Very well, I'm not... not yet. Not *legally.* I've had no time to make the necessary arrangements. I've been away. But I can assure you, I intend to take every step to insure my rights. Warner and Swazey are my attorneys. Who are yours?

Cenci:
You missed a fabulous dinner, mummy!

Leonora:
You bet your sweet ass.

Leonora:
Get off my back, you little b*tch!

Leonora:
[Describing her attempted suicide, to Cenci] "You'll be sorry when I'm dead, Bernard," I said to myself. "It may be a mortal sin, but it'll break your lousy heart, Bernard," I said to myself. I dressed up in all my finery, I even had my hair done up in curls. I set the table for two, with candles... and I swallowed every goddamned thing I could lay my hands on: aspirin, disprin, veganin, codeine, the lot. I lay down on the sofa, the music was playing, I drifted off down a cool river toward the sea... if ya' gotta' go, that's the way to do it. Like in a poem. Except, I became violently sick. I staggered out to the loo. I could hardly make it. I started to go blind. I was puking like a drunken sailor. I slipped and fell and I broke my bloody hip. And that's how he found me. Do you know what Bernard said to me?

Leonora:
[Chuckles ruefully, then mockingly imitates Bernard with a silly voice] You could have killed yourself, honey.

Leonora:
[singing] Hush little baby, cry no more. Father's gone fishing, mother's a whore. Back in the morning, to guard your life, with two short prayers, and a carving knife.