Kristin Scott Thomas: Mary Sharon

Under the Cherry Moon

Mary Sharon

Mr. Sharon: You were with that boy.
Mary: He's not a boy. He's a man.
Mr. Sharon: He's not a man. He's a gigolo. Do you know what a gigolo is? It's a fancy word for whore.
Mary: There are many words for whore, and I'm sure you're acquainted with all of them.

Tricky: Tell me Mary, is it true that you're engaged?
Mary: Yes.
Tricky: Tsk, tsk, what a pity. Sometimes life can be so shitty. Here's a girl who's smart and pretty...
Mary: And rich.
Tricky: I don't care about that! Honey, I really don't.

Mary: Remove this peasant from my party! Take his friend, too. I'm having trouble breathing.
Christopher Tracy: Maybe if you took off your chastity belt, you could breathe a little mo' betta!

Mary: You know, I could breathe a lot easier if the air weren't so utterly polluted by your presence.

Mary: [Standing in front of everyone naked] Do you like my birthday suit? I designed it myself!

Christopher Tracy: [writing something on a napkin] It's obvious that little Miss Mary has never been off the city block.
[holds up napkin, which has "Wrecka Stow" written on it]
Mary: What is that? Some new language?
Christopher Tracy: Read it. Do you know what it is?
Mary: It's nothing, you ninny. And you know it, but you won't confess it because you're such a coward.
Christopher Tracy: It is something, something you don't know, and you won't confess that because *you're* a coward!
Mary: This is silly, and you're a child!
Christopher Tracy: [taunting Mary] I go to dinner without my father's permission. Now, read it aloud so we can all hear how knowledgeable you are!
Mary: Wrecka stow.
Christopher Tracy: [laughs at Mary's pronounciation] Do you know what it is?
Mary: Wrecka stow, wrecka stow, it's nothing!
Christopher Tracy: [laughing] It is something. Come on, say it again louder.
Mary: Wrecka stow.
Christopher Tracy: Louder!
Mary: Wrecka stow! I give up. What is it?
Christopher Tracy: If you wanted to buy a Sam Cook a'blum, where would you go?
Mary: [rolls her eyes] The wrecka stow.

Mary: If you don't get out of my house, I'll have my father's guards throw you out!
Christopher Tracy: Why? 'Cause you ain't bad enough to do it yo'self?

Mary: [practicing her retort] "Maybe if you took off your jock strap, you could breathe a little easier!" I should've said that. I should've said, "Chastity belt? You're sadly mistaken, sir. I wear a cestus. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's an embroidered girdle originally worn by Venus, and it inspires love. Perhaps you've heard of love? I doubt it." He's just a peasant. He doesn't even know who Venus is.

Christopher Tracy: You know, I wish your dear father could see us when we kiss. It's a little bit different than it is with your rich boyfriend, ain't it?
Mary: As a matter of fact, it's not so hot, you bit me once.
Christopher Tracy: Given the chance, I'd knock the bottom out of them drawers.
Mary: And your hair's greasy. Do you use cooking oil?
Christopher Tracy: [imitating Mary] "Christopher, this is so nice. I've never done it in a piano before".
Mary: Oh, you're obnoxious!
Christopher Tracy: You probably real quiet at first.
[imitating Mary]
Christopher Tracy: "Oh, oh." Then you get loud.
[imitating Mary]
Christopher Tracy: "OH! OH". And then you get black.
[imitating Mary]
Christopher Tracy: "Oh shit! Christopher, oh shit! Oh baby! Oh no!"
[he stops when she starts sobbing]
Christopher Tracy: Aw, did I hurt little Mary's feelings? You ain't funky at all. You're just a little old prude. A little rich arty poop.
Mary: Shut up!
Christopher Tracy: Jesus Christ. Shut up? I'm calling your daddy this instant.

Christopher Tracy: Why is your father such a punk?
Mary: I beg your pardon?
Christopher Tracy: Why does he shit on so many people?
Mary: You are a peasant.
Christopher Tracy: What makes me a peasant? How much money I got, or what's in my heart?