GLOW, Season 2

Debbie:
How could you be so fucking stupid?

Ruth:
What are you talking about?

Debbie:
You're in the hotel room of the head of the network. He comes on to you and you run away?

Ruth:
Was I supposed to fuck him?

Debbie:
No, you're supposed to make him think that you might fuck him. Or that you desperately want to fuck him, if only you didn't have a fiancé or your period or an extra set of teeth where your vagina should be!

Ruth:
I'm not that kind of person!

Debbie:
What, an actress? I mean, that is how this business works, Ruth. Men try shit. You have to pretend to like it until you don't have to any more.

Ruth:
It shouldn't be that way!

Debbie:
No, it shouldn't, and women should get to direct and not be washed up by the time they're 30! And I should have gotten to eat a piece of my own wedding cake without worrying about how many minutes of Jane fucking Fonda it was gonna take to work it off, but that is the way it is. You don't make it better by flouncing out like some fucking Victorian schoolmarm every time a sleazeball puts his hand on your knee. You're taking 20 other people down with you.

Ruth:
So just let them do whatever they want? Not exactly a guiding feminist principle.

Debbie:
Feminism has principles. Life has compromises. Congratulations, Gloria Steinem. The one time you keep your legs shut, we all get fucked.

Sam:
You let somebody in, you know? And then you make room. Then they go and yet... the room is still there.