Michelle Pfeiffer Monologues

Newland. You couldn't be happy if it meant being cruel. If we act any other way I'll be making you act against what I love in you most. And I can't go back to that way of thinking. Don't you see? I can't love you unless I give you up.

I think we should look at reality, not dreams.

I can't be your wife, Newland! Is it your idea that I should live with you as your mistress?

How can we be happy behind the backs of people who trust us?

Is New York such a labyrinth? I thought it was all straight up and down like Fifth Avenue. All the cross streets numbered and big honest labels on everything.

Then I must count on you for warnings too.

They never knew what it meant to be tempted, but you did. You understood. I've never known that before - and it's better than anything I've known.

Centuries and centuries. So long, I'm sure I'm dead and buried, in this dear old place, as heaven.

I know. I know, as long as they don't hear anything unpleasant. Does no one here want to know - want to know the truth, Mr. Archer? The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only asks you to pretend.

Do you think her lover will send her a box of yellow roses tomorrow morning?

Don't make love to me. Too many people have done that.

May I tell you what most interests me about New York; not all the blind obeying of traditions, somebody else's traditions; it seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it a copy of another country. Do you suppose Christopher Columbus would have taken all that trouble just to go to the opera with Larry Lefferts?

I should go were I'm invited or I should be too lonely.

So, how do you like this odd little house? To me it's like heaven.

I remember we played together. How this brings it all back to me. I remember everybody here the same way in knickerbockers and pantalettes.

Nothing... except who cares? I mean, does anybody really need to hear 'Feelings' again in their lifetime? It's like parsley, okay? Take it away, nobody's going to know the difference.

Frank, to you 'Feelings' may be goddamn filet mignon, but to me, it's parsley. It's *less* than parsley.

Oh. Well, they weren't exactly crying their eyes out on New Year's Eve.

I know one thing. While Frank Baker was home putting his kids to sleep last night, little brother Jack was out dusting off his dreams for a few minutes. I was there. I saw it in your face. You're full of shit. You're a fake. Every time you walk into some shitty daiquiri hut, you're selling yourself on the cheap. Hey, I know all about that. I'd find myself at the end of the night with some creep and tell myself it didn't matter. And you kid yourself that you've got this empty place inside where you can put it all. But you do it long enough and all you are is empty.

At least my brother's not my pimp. You know, I had you pegged for a loser the first time I saw you, but I was wrong. You're worse. You're a coward.

Listen, you're not going soft on me, are you? I mean, you're not going to start dreaming about me and waking up all sweaty and looking at me like I'm some sort of princess when I burp?

Singing 'Feelings' knee-deep in paper orchids and plastic tiki lamps is not exactly my idea of a fun evening.

Listen, I didn't expect you to rush out and buy me a corsage this morning, you know. Your high school ring is safe.

l stayed at the Hartford one time. You should see the rooms. All satin and velvet. And the bed... royal blue, trimmed in lace clean as snow. Hard to believe a room like that don't change your life. But it don't. The bed may be magic, but the mirror isn't. Still wake up the same old Susie.

Listen. The reason I came by last night. I'm thinking about leaving the act. I met this guy over New Year's, at the hotel. He liked my voice. He thinks I can sell cat food just by singing about it. Crazy, huh? I mean, it's nothing big. Mostly local stuff, probably.

Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best you can do is know yourself… know what you want.

I could have left you there, but I didn't. Don't you understand? For once, I did the right thing! When I came back, you knew me. You were sitting by the door, and you looked up, and you reached for me. It was as if you had been waiting for me all along.

I thought Klaus and I would live happily ever after. That's what I thought, Adam and Eve in a vine-covered shack. I must have been out of my mind.

YES, I was in love with him. ALRIGHT? I was in love with him, and baby makes three, and all that crap!

I didn't leave him! He left me. You wanna know about your father? He left us when you were six months old for another woman, and I never saw him again until he showed up looking for you when you were eight years old.

Yes, he came to see you but it was a little late, wasn't it? Why should I let him see you after what he did to me?

No! No, no, no. You don't just walk away from me. I made you, I'm in your blood. You don't go anywhere until I let you go!

Of course I was jealous. I live in a cell with a women who has a vocabulary of 25 words.