American Hustle2013

Sydney Prosser:
What the hell do you think you're doing?

Rosalyn Rosenfeld:
What do I think I'm doing? What the f*** do you think you're doing? You're going to come in here and judge me for flirting with someone else when you've been f***ing my husband for how many years?

Sydney Prosser:
You don't have any f***ing clue what's going on!

Rosalyn Rosenfeld:
I have a ring on my finger. We have a child together!

Sydney Prosser:
He doesn't love you, Rosalyn. He loves me. And you know it, and I know it, and he knows it. And it might be done now, but it was beautiful, and it was real...

Rosalyn Rosenfeld:
Stop it.

Sydney Prosser:
-and we loved each other.

Rosalyn Rosenfeld:
Shut up.

Sydney Prosser:
You scare him, and you manipulate him, and you use your son!

Rosalyn Rosenfeld:
Well, he must like it on some level. He must want it, because he keeps coming back for it. It's like that perfume that you love, that you can't stop smelling even when there's something sour in it. Can't get enough of it. Well guess what? He's never gonna leave me. He's always going to want me, and I will make you so sorry, Edith. I will make you so sorry for what you've done to my family. Mark my words!

Sydney Prosser:
That is f***ed up! I would never say anything that f***ed up to anybody, but you do because you're gross inside. You're so f***ed up and gross.

Rosalyn Rosenfeld:
Oh, I'm gross inside?

Sydney Prosser:
Yeah!

Rosalyn Rosenfeld:
Maybe you're gross inside. What, robbing people and all that sh*t that you do? Maybe we're both gross inside. That's what Irving loves about us. At least he's consistent. You know, sometimes in life, all you have are f***ed up, poisonous choices.

[She kisses Sydney and laughs]