Tag: Bette Davis

Past Imperfect – #381

Humphrey Bogart: “I told you to stop arguing with me. Don’t you understand that I have a gun pointed at you?” Bette Davis: “But that’s what I’m talking about. I can’t take that gun seriously. Did you steal it from one of the munchkins in The Wizard of […]

Past Imperfect – #220

Joan: “Do you think the tree is a bit much?” Alfred: “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you over the crackling sounds of the plastic you insist be on these couches.” Joan: “The tree, darling. Is it overdone?” Alfred: “Compared to your acting? No.” Joan: “What could you possibly […]

Past Imperfect – #477

Anne, far left: “Well, what do we have here? It appears that George has arrived, dubiously escorting some young strumpet with stars in her eyes. How gauche.” Bette, near left: “Oh, come now, Anne. If memory serves, you were the strumpet in question a mere two days ago, […]

Past Imperfect – #475

Celeste, left: “I’m really not impressed with how this evening has been going so far.” Bette, middle: “I hear ya, sister. We haven’t had a fresh cocktail for at least an hour.” Hugh, right: “Do either of you even realize that we are not on the Upper West […]

Past Imperfect – #420

Bette: “I’m so over all of this.” Leslie: “What has you feeling so blue, my love? The lack of decent roles for older women in Hollywood?” Bette: “No, I’m tired of this tiny woman trying to show me her crotch all the time.” Leslie: “She does seem rather […]

Past Imperfect – #377

Bette: “I can’t believe what we’re seeing.” Leslie: “It’s simply astonishing. It’s excruciating to watch, and I’ve been in a lot of British plays where people have been insufferably pompous.” Bette: “I can’t look away. Even the fact that my hand looks like that of a four-year-old compared […]

Past Imperfect – #417

Bette: “Hmm. Just as I suspected, the gardener did not trim the begonias as I instructed.” Joan: “How on Earth can you be thinking about flowers at a time like this? You are keeping me prisoner in this house as we both struggle through a movie script that […]

Past Imperfect – #294

Bette: “Olivia, girlfriend, hold up a minute…” Olivia: “God, this fried rice is so good. This is better than winning an Oscar.” Bette: “You’ve got my hair caught in your chopsticks.” Olivia: “You still have hair? I assumed that was a wig.” Bette: “Don’t sass me, young lady. […]