Waitress (2007)

Cheryl Hines: Becky

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Quotes 

• Becky : If you havent noticed, my right boob is way up here in Maine and my left boob is danglin' down here in Florida.

• Cal : And you, late again. You are inches away from being fired missy.

  Becky : Oh just try firing me, you old bucket of cheese.

  Cal : Who are you calling a bucket of cheese you heifer? Now get to work before I fire your ass!

  Becky : Calm down, you psychotic ape!

• Becky : Dawn! You're beautiful! Your skin looks like a normal person's!

  Dawn : Thank You!

• Becky : Hiya there, Earl! We all just agreed that your hair is super attractive! Hooray for you! Whoo-hoo!

  Dawn : [simultaneously with Becky]  Whoo-hoo!

• Dawn : I don't care if she is a pie genius. I wouldn't trade places with her.

  Becky : No, me neither.

• Dawn : I know what you should do with that prize money, Jenna. You should open your own pie shop.

  Becky : Oh, yeah! You should have your own little pie shop somewhere. Somewhere where they could really use a little pie shop, like Europe or New Jersey.

• Becky : Good, cause this is my lil' adventure.

  Jenna : Your little adventure?

  Becky : Yeah, I'm having me a lil' adventure after many years of lots of nothin'

  Jenna : You love him?

  Becky : Cal? I don't know. But I love it. I love having someone to look pretty for. I love waking up and having something to look forward to. Something fun and sneaky and sexy.

  Jenna : He love you?

  Becky : He kinda likes me, kinda hates me. It's fun.

  Jenna : Doesn't sound very fun.

  Becky : He makes me forget about my invalid husband. My loneliness. The dreadful misplacement of my bosoms.

• Becky : [as Jenna waits for the results of her pregnancy test]  Negative. Negative. Come on, negative. Come on!

  Dawn : Dear Lord, please protect our Jenna from the hell of unwanted pregnancy.

  Jenna : I don't need no baby. I don't want no trouble. I just want to make pies. That's all I wanna do, make pies.

  Becky : I thought you weren't sleeping with your husband no more.

  Dawn : He got her drunk one night.

  Jenna : I should never drink. I do stupid things when I drink, like sleep with my husband.

• Dawn : I feel sorry for you, Jenna. I mean, I'd do anything to meet a man, and Becky's husband is a senile fruitcake.

  Becky : Dawn!

  Dawn : Well, I'm sorry. It's true.

• Becky : Look at this, Jenna. As you can plainly see, my right boob is much higher than my left boob, and Dawn here has pasty, pasty skin. I'm stuck in a marriage to Droolin' Phil the Invalid, and Dawn eats TV dinners alone. But still, we wouldn't rather be you.

  Dawn : I do have pasty, pasty skin.

• Becky : Is it my imagination, or is my left one drooping down even more today? I'm starting to feel like something Picasso would've made.