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There’s one good thing in being a widow, isn’t there? You don’t have to ask your husband for money.
Shadow of a Doubt (1943) dir. Alfred Hitchock
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"Shadow Of A Doubt" (1943)
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What do you know, really? You’re just an ordinary little girl, living in an ordinary little town. You wake up every morning of your life and you know perfectly well that there’s nothing in the world to trouble you. You go through your ordinary little day, and at night you sleep your untroubled ordinary little sleep, filled with peaceful stupid dreams. And I brought you nightmares. - Shadow of a Doubt (1943)
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Shadow of a Doubt (1943)
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The cities are full of women, middle-aged widows, husbands, dead, husbands who’ve spent their lives making fortunes, working and working. And then they die and leave their money to their wives, their silly wives. And what do the wives do, these useless women? You see them in the hotels, the best hotels, every day by the thousands, drinking the money, eating the money, losing the money at bridge, playing all day and all night, smelling of money, proud of their jewellery but of nothing else, horrible, faded, fat, greedy women… - Joseph Cotten’s iconic monologue from Shadow of a Doubt (1943)
