Terms of Endearment Monologues

Follows hard-to-please Aurora looking for love and her daughter's family problems.

Excuse me. It is after ten. Give my daughter the pain shot, please.

Well, please - it's, it's after ten. It's after ten. I don't see why she has to have this pain.

It's time for her shot! Do you understand? Do something! All she had to do is hold out until ten! And it's past ten! She's - in pain, my daughter's in pain! Give her the shot, do you understand me?

Do you have any reaction at all to my telling you I love you?

Would you like to come in?

Everything would have been just fine, you know, if you hadn't gotten drunk. I was... I... I just didn't want you to think I was like one of your other girls.

Garrett! What is it that makes you so insistent on shocking and insulting me? I mean, I really hate that way of talking. You must know this. Why do you do it?

Raising three children, working full-time *and* chasing women requires a lot more energy than you have. You know, one of the nicest qualities about you has always been that you recognized your weaknesses. *Don't* lose that quality now just when you need it the most!

Careful there. Those are worth more than you'll ever make in your lifetime.

You are not special enough to overcome a bad marriage.

He can't even do the simple things, like fail locally.

Not that it's any of your business… Oh, let's just leave it at that.

Grown women are prepared for life's little emergencies.

Come closer… come closer… come closer…

You both of you have beautiful eyes and your hair is too long. I mean, I don't care how long it gets in the back, but keep your bangs cut, OK, it's too long.

Just keep it short, alright?

Look, I'm sorry about this but I can't help it, and I can't talk to you for too long or I'll get real upset. I want you to make a lot of friends. And I want you to be real nice to the girls 'cause they're gonna be real important to you, I swear.

Ted, give me a kiss, come on. Tommy, you be sweet. Be sweet. And stop tryin' to pretend like you hate me. I mean, it's silly.

I know you like me. I know it. For the last year or two, you've been pretending like you hate me. I love you very much. I love you as much as I love anybody, as much as I love myself. And in a few years when I haven't been around to be on your tail about something or irritating you, you could... remember that time that I bought you the baseball glove when you thought we were too broke. You know? Or when I read you those stories? Or when I let you goof off instead of mowing the lawn? Lots of things like that. And you're gonna realize that you love me. And maybe you're gonna feel badly, because you never told me. But don't - I know that you love me. So don't ever do that to yourself, all right?

Momma, that's the first time I stopped hugging first. I like that.

You don't know how lucky you are, you know. Everybody wants to go to Des Moines. People come from all over the world just to get one look at Des Moines before they die.

OK, you're allowed to say one mean thing to me a year. That'll do until you're 10.

I grew up with it my whole life. You can take it for a couple of minutes.

Some people say Des Moines is the best city in Iowa.

No, forget it, I'm not gonna make you feel better, I'm too mad.