Elizabeth Taylor credited as playing...
Leonora
- Leonora: There were two mice fell in a bucket of milk, one yelled for help and drowned, the other kept pedaling around until, in the morning, he found himself on top of butter.
- Leonora: [song] Oh that I were where I would be, / There would I be where I am not; / But where I am there I must be, / And where I would be I can not.
- Albert: [Confronting Leonora on the beach] You don't look like my late wife at all. She was well-bred and rather frail... except for her famous mammalia - oh, excuse me, that's a private joke in questionable taste. Still, sometimes one has to choose between good taste and being a human being. You look more like a cow than my late wife. Oh, no offense, I'm very fond of cows. "Moooo..." Also, she had no cousins - - I beg your pardon, she had one: James. Obviously, you're not James. What do you want of my daughter?
- Leonora: You have no right to ask me ANY questions!
- Albert: "NO" right? You must be out of your mind! I'm her legal guardian.
- Leonora: No, you're not!
- Albert: Very well, I'm not... not yet. Not *legally.* I've had no time to make the necessary arrangements. I've been away. But I can assure you, I intend to take every step to insure my rights. Warner and Swazey are my attorneys. Who are yours?
- Leonora: [Describing her attempted suicide, to Cenci] "You'll be sorry when I'm dead, Bernard," I said to myself. "It may be a mortal sin, but it'll break your lousy heart, Bernard," I said to myself. I dressed up in all my finery, I even had my hair done up in curls. I set the table for two, with candles... and I swallowed every goddamned thing I could lay my hands on: aspirin, disprin, veganin, codeine, the lot. I lay down on the sofa, the music was playing, I drifted off down a cool river toward the sea... if ya' gotta' go, that's the way to do it. Like in a poem. Except, I became violently sick. I staggered out to the loo. I could hardly make it. I started to go blind. I was puking like a drunken sailor. I slipped and fell and I broke my bloody hip. And that's how he found me. Do you know what Bernard said to me?
- Leonora: [Chuckles ruefully, then mockingly imitates Bernard with a silly voice] You could have killed yourself, honey.
- Leonora: [singing] Hush little baby, cry no more. Father's gone fishing, mother's a whore. Back in the morning, to guard your life, with two short prayers, and a carving knife.