Real flattering Neely, reeeeallll nice! Guys are so turned on by racoon eyes, a cigarette butt, and a dingy bra. But I guess when you have someone like Ted Casablanca around, it really does not matter what you look like!
I would NEVER allow myself to be photographed like that!
Helen Lawson ...a gut fingernail- and claw-fighter who went down swinging-- she took the yellow pills...
Anne dashed across the room and grabbed her coat.
"Where do you think you're going?" Helen asked, refilling her glass.
"Any place-- just to get away from you!"
"Ha!" Helen sneered. "Honey, you got no place to go but down. Do you think anyone cares about you? You and your prissy blue nose? At least I come out and call a spade a spade. But you played it the great lady. Sure, as long as you wore that diamond you were someone. I put up with you. I figured you must have something if Allen Cooper wanted you. It was your only claim to fame. You're nothing now--just another broad who's been balled by Lyon Burke."