Rosemary's Baby Quotes
"You’ll think of something, Guy. Let’s just look, all right? Tell her we’ll look. Please. Before she hangs up."
"I’d rather have four rooms in the Bramford than a whole floor in that—that white cellblock."
"We plan to," Rosemary said. "It’s an ideal child’s room, with a full bathroom and a large closet. The whole set-up is made to order for a young couple like yourselves."
"The Bramford will change from a bad house to a good house when one of its doors is marked R. and G. Woodhouse."
"It’s a nice hobby. You ought to do it too."
"It’s lovely, but I can’t accept such a—"
"All told I’ve got twenty nieces and nephews. I haven’t even seen half of them."
"You’re the greatest. You know? You are. And it’s all going to come out right."
"For days Guy had been distant and preoccupied, wrapped in something he would neither put aside nor share."
"Damn that tannis root," Rosemary said.
"It’ll probably lose its strength in a few days," Guy said.
"It’s supposed to be shared, not one awake and one asleep," she said.
"How nice it is, Rosemary thought, that the whole city is happy on a day when I’m so happy."
"War never again," he said; wouldn’t his words give pause to even the most hard-headed statesman?"
"Let’s have a baby, okay? Let’s have three, one at a time."
"She made it to the doorway of the den and kept her footing through the next wave by holding on to the knob with one hand and the jamb with the other."
"Sleep is what you need," Guy said, stroking her forehead. "A good night’s sleep."
"I’m going to go out and get an ice cream cone. Do you want one?"
"That’s just what we’re planning to do," Rosemary said, looking over at the partially set table.
"It’s nice that you’re considerate of old ladies. It means you’ll be considerate of me when I’m one."
"I’ve got to think about practical matters too." It was awkward and charming and sincere, like his playing of the cowboy in Bus Stop.
"Bear with me, will you, Ro? I’ll try to do better."
"Thanks a million, Minnie," Guy said, and Rosemary said, "I don’t know how to thank you. Both of you."
"To 1966, The Year One"—that puzzled Rosemary, although everyone else seemed to understand and approve of it.
"You look terrible," Hutch said. "You’ve lost God-knows-how-many pounds and you have circles around your eyes that a panda would envy. You aren’t on one of those ‘Zen diets,’ are you?"
"Isn’t it?" Roman said. "And not at all expensive."
"We must see that she gets plenty of rest," Roman said, "and complete freedom from worry and anxiety."
"We’re very fond of her, and of Guy too."
"Don’t you think we ought to talk about it?" she said the next morning at breakfast.
"He was taken ill last night. Or early this morning, to be exact."
"I was afraid it might be an ectopic pregnancy."
"I’ve been eating raw meat," she said. "Just warmed a little."
"She began the second volume of The Decline and Fall, and began knitting a red-and-orange striped muffler for Guy to wear to rehearsals."
"We’re very fond of her, and of Guy too." He pushed against the arms of his chair and raised himself to his feet.
"We’re going to be forced to take you to a mental hospital."
"You’re going to have a happy, happy life."
"The baby’s safety is the most important thing."
"I give you my absolute word of honor you’re going to be perfectly all right!"
"I’m just going to give a party; I’m not going to swim the English Channel."
"They’re all in it together. Guy, Dr. Sapirstein, Minnie, and Roman. All of them witches."
"All the exercises had been for nothing. All wasted energy. This wasn’t natural childbirth at all; she wasn’t helping, she wasn’t seeing."
"The pain was terrible. And then she remembered. It was over. It was over. The baby was born."
"Did you call Tiffany’s?" she asked. "Yes," he said.
"Where’s the baby?" she asked them. "Dead," he said.
"You’re lying," she said. "I don’t believe you. You’re both lying."
"You needed one of his personal belongings," she said, "so they could cast the spell and make him blind."
"It’s drinkable though," Rosemary said.
"Get away from here," Laura-Louise said. "Don’t come near Him. Roman!"
"Satan is His Father and His name is Adrian!" Roman cried.
"It’s Andrew," she said. "Andrew John Woodhouse."