Roberta Collins: Alcott

The Big Doll House

Alcott

Grear: [smugly summing up new inmate Collier] Green, scared, and pretty.
Alcott: Ho, ho, ho, are we gonna have fun.
Collier: I'm Marne. Marne Collier.
Alcott: "Collier" is a you use around here. I'm Alcott. That's Grear.
[looks up at the top bunk]
Alcott: And Bodine's up there.
Collier: Hello.
[Bodine doesn't deign to answer]
Alcott: And don't try and mess around with her *ever.* Not even Grear messes with Bodine.
[smiles]

Grear: You got a man on the outside, honey?
Collier: Not any more. Actually, I'm a widow.
Alcott: And that's why you're here. Right?
Collier: Yeah. He was a very rich, very handsome, playboy, with a black patch over one eye. No, really, it's true. Fernando. HIs father owned half the country. Money like you wouldn't believe. Anyway, I figured a girl could do a lot worse. And naturally he swept me right off my feet. And I ended up in this fantastic pad with a dozen servants. The whole works, right. Just like in a dream. Only there was one very important thing missing.
Alcott: I get it. No action. And then what did you do?
Collier: Well, I caught him making it with one of the servants.
Alcott: The maid?
Collier: The house boy.
Grear: No shit. What did you do?
Collier: Well, what do you think I did? I mean, you know, the house boy looked pretty good to me too. And as a matter of fact, he was. Only Fernando was not as broad minded as I am. So, he decided to kill me. Well, I said the hell with that! So, I went and got his gun, which he used to keep under his pillow, and I put one - right through his patch.

Alcott: Raphael?
Bodine: The government troops have found his camp. He says that only he and few others made it out alive. He says that they need me. He needs me.
Alcott: Well, it's a high wall and a hard run.

Alcott: Escape? You're out of your mind. You're never gonna bust out of this place. You'll get yourself killed.
Bodine: Could that be any worse than this? And what about you? You're never gonna see the outside again. Without the possibility of parole - that's what it says.
Alcott: No. Life is always better than certain death.
Bodine: That's were we disagree.

Alcott: You know something, it's not the comforts I miss, like the nice clothes. It's the men. More than anything else. I miss having a man.

Collier: Why don't you sew up your slimey lips!
Alcott: Oo! You're cute when you're mad. Why don't you go show Grear how cute you are?

Alcott: [Collier walks over and starts to wash Alcott's back in the community shower] Thanks, but, no thanks.
Collier: I don't want to do things for Grear anymore. I'd like to do something for you. I need a friend.
Alcott: Forget it, Collier! I don't take care of anybody and nobody takes care of me. I just watch out for myself. You should do the same.

Alcott: What are we going to do about the doctor?
Collier: Well, I know what I'd like to do with him; but, I don't think we have time.

Grear: [cockroaches spurred on to be racehorses] Go, Lucian! Go! Come on...
Alcott: Come on, Mendoza! Come on! That's it! Go, boy! That's it, go, baby!
[sore loser Grear opts to squash 'Mendoza' under her foot]
Alcott: Hey! What are you doing? That's no fair! And I was gonna put Mendoza out for stud.
Grear: Ugh.
Collier: [re the people the cockroaches were named after] I've met this one called Lucian, but who is this Mendoza?
Bodine: Colonel Mendoza is the head of the secret police. He runs this prison like it's his own private little playpen.
Grear: So they say. But no one has ever seen him.
Bodine: Correction: Nobody still alive has ever seen him.