maybe i am heartless.

GILMORE GIRLS

this was a magical place where the butter was beautiful and i would solve mysteries of the universe and meet brilliant women, kindred spirits who would explore this brave new world with me.

my mother fainted, then called four people, then fainted again.

i hate you for this.

why are you in pain?

never listen to me. i'm nuts.

disgraceful.

i just want her to be happy. it's easier to be happy when you're pretty.

how long are you going to be doing this, running around at night, taking money from strangers like a schnorrer?

just because there is a door doesn’t mean you use it. a door does not represent infinite possibilities.

you’re not mad? or stunned? not even mildly bemused?

it’s downtown. if you have underwear on, you’re overdressed.

a starving artist never pays.

i have to go. i have to leave. you. i have to leave you.

i'm... i'm... i'm not happy.

nobody's happy. it's yom kippur!

practice a little. try it again when you feel more confident about the moves.

i thought my life was going to be something different. i thought i was going to be someone different.

did you ever think you were supposed to be something and you suddenly realize you’re not?

i’m a con now. i’ve got a rap sheet. i’m hard. i’m a hard, used woman.

is my hair gray? it feels gray.

look at all the people. they look so happy. are they high?

did you notice i’m not wearing my own shoes? i’m not. don’t know what happened, either. now I’m just a single, gray-haired ex-con drinking hooch and eating old nuts in someone else’s shoes.

tonight was an isolated incident. there are medications i can take to make sure that never happens again.

i don’t mind being alone. i just do not want to be insignificant.

you’re not my wife.

it’s a terrible, terrible job. it should not exist. like cancer, or god.

i’m not gonna say no to you. not after i saw what you’re capable of.

[name] probably loved that first wife of his, and then she went nuts and burned the house down.

you want a smack in the face?

oh, there was crying. so much crying. a good 40 to 50 minutes of crying.

please, just stop talking.

i’m not talking. you’re not talking, either. quiet’s nice sometimes...

it didn’t work. it’s nobody’s fault. xometimes these things happen, okay? people with the best of intentions just grow apart.

hmm, do i want some iced tea? let me think... fuck you.

first you stand me up. then you bataan death march me through buckingham palace. you make me hold your kid’s filthy hand, which means i probably got 14 different kinds of cholera right now.

are those two really your children or did we just break in and kidnap a couple kids?

for one moment, i said and did things that i’ve never done or said before. but that is all a complete blur to me now. i don’t know how i got there. I wouldn’t know how to get there again.

i am not a violent man, [name]. but if i were, i would take you up to my apartment and throw you out the window.

do you know why I’m not throwing you out this window? because my window is on a higher floor and i want to make sure it sticks.

no. you do not call me [name]. you call me nothing. you don’t talk to me or look at me. if you see me on the street, you will cross the street, whether or not there is a crosswalk present. your pedestrian safety is of no importance to me anymore.

it’s the bras, right? it’s the bras. and the girdles and the corsets, all designed to cut off the circulation to your brain. so, you walk around on the verge of passing out and you look at your husband and he tells you things and you just believe them!

i used to be delicate. i was delightful. i was a goddamn flower! i smelled like roses and the sunshine shone out of my ass.

i know i must seem a bit angry and deranged to you all right now... and i am.

i’ll admit, i would like to repeatedly kick every man here in the balls over the course of the next several hours. i won’t, though. i am still a lady. and a lady never kicks men repeatedly in the balls for more than 20, 30 minutes tops. because then her girdles start to draw blood.

worst part was the blood. it was everywhere. on the walls, on the floor. i mean, look at this! he was like a fire hydrant. and I love this top...

yeah, i called her and it was awful. i mean, i forgot my own name. how the hell does that happen?

The land doesn't lie. People do.

I've been riding this fence line since I was seven years old. Don't tell me I don't belong here.

You want to sell it. I want to die on it. I don't think we're gonna see eye to eye.

Come back inside. The cold doesn't care how angry you are.

I didn't ask to be born into this. But I'm not walking away from it either.

This ranch has buried better people than you and it'll bury better people than me.

Don't make me choose between you and this land. You won't like what I choose.

I found your horse at the gate this morning. Where the hell have you been?

The boots on your feet were my grandfather's. Remember that when you're making decisions about his land.

I'm not asking you to understand it. I'm asking you to respect it.

There's a storm coming in from the north. You staying or going?

You've been standing at that fence for an hour. Whatever it is, just say it.

I know what it looks like. But there are things about this family you don't know yet.

If I kiss you now, I’m not sure I’ll have the good sense to stop.

Sit down. Eat something. Whatever war you're fighting can wait until morning.

You’re the prettiest trouble this ranch has ever seen.

The cattle don't care about your feelings. Neither does the weather. Get up.

You want loyalty? Earn it. Out here it doesn't come free.

The fire took the east barn. We don't have time to grieve it.

You left when it was easy to leave. Don't come back now that it's hard to stay away.

Nobody out here is innocent. We're just honest about what we've done.

You’re softer than you let on. Lucky for you, I’m real fond of soft things.”

The river doesn't run through your property. It runs through mine. That matters.

You make the hard days worth coming home from.

Ever seen a sunrise over open land like this? No? Then you don't know what you're fighting for.

You make this old place feel less lonely.

This brand means something. It means we protect our own.

You can't buy what this land means to us. You can only take it.

You want to talk about legacy? My great-grandmother broke this ground with her bare hands.

I'm not leaving. You can threaten everything I have and I'm still not leaving.

Come here. You're shaking. 

The foreman found the body at the south pasture. 

You were supposed to be gone by now. Why aren't you gone?

I've loved this land longer than I've loved anything living. That's not something I'm ashamed of.

Dance with me. Don’t matter if there’s no music.