Awards are like hemorrhoids. Sooner or later every asshole gets one.
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Julie: I'm so tired!
Sarah Morton: Not surprised. It's tiring to kill a man.
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Sarah Morton: I pity your mother.
Julie: You pity her? Why?
Sarah Morton: Well, I imagine having a daughter who comes home with a different man every night must be difficult for a mother.
Julie: Well, you imagine wrong. You know what? You're just a frustrated Englishwoman who writes about dirty things but never does them. You can shove your uptight morals up your ass!