Mommie Dearest1981

Young Christina:
[in Joan's room, looking into the mirror, imitating her mother] Oh yes, it was thrilling. So grateful to you all, my wonderful fans, who made me a star. Oh yes, it was thrilling. So grateful to you all, my wonderful fans, who made ME a STAR. [notices her mother standing behind her] ...Mommie!

Joan Crawford:
What do you think you're doing?

Young Christina:
Nothing. I'm just... I'm just... playing.

Joan Crawford:
What do you mean, "playing"? Are you going through my things? Making fun of me?

Young Christina:
I wasn't making fun of you. I was just trying to... I was acting, play-acting, like you're always doing.

Joan Crawford:
Look at yourself. [takes a metal hair accessory out of Christina's hair and throws it on the table angrily, and then grabs a hairbrush and begins to frantically try to brush the product out of Christina's hair.

[Having failed to brush the setting lotion out of Christina's hair, Joan begins to cut off all of Christina's hair]

Christina Crawford:
[crying] Oh, Mommie, I look awful!

Joan Crawford:
I know you look awful! YOU BE QUIET! YOU'RE ALWAYS RUMMAGING THROUGH MY DRAWERS, TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE PEOPLE LOOK AT YOU! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LOOKING AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR? WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT? TELL ME! You sit still now! This'll teach you! You're vain, spoiled!

Young Christina:
[sobbing] Mommie, I can't go to school like this!

Joan Crawford:
I'D RATHER YOU GO BALD TO SCHOOL THAN LOOKING LIKE A TRAMP!

Young Christina:
No, Mommie, please don't! Mommie, I can't go to school like this...

Joan Crawford:
You spoiled it! Why? YOU SPOILED IT JUST LIKE I SPOILED YOU!