Stella Quotes

You'd think the rain would've cooled things down. All it did was make the heat wet.

When I married Miles, we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits. We are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it.

Mind if I use that portable keyhole?

Stella: Maybe one day she'll find her happiness.
Jeff: Yeah, some man'll lose his.

Stella: He's gonna run out on her, the coward.
Jeff: Sometimes it's worse to stay than it is to run.

You haven't spent much time around cemeteries, have you?

Stella: How much do we need to bail Lisa from jail?

Every man's ready to get married when the right girl comes along.

When two people love each other, they come together - WHAM - like two taxis on Broadway.

I can hear you now: "Get out of my life, you wonderful woman. You're too good for me."

Intelligence. Nothing has caused the human race so much trouble as intelligence.

Stella: You heard of that market crash in '29? I predicted that.
Jeff: Oh, just how did you do that, Stella?
Stella: Oh, simple. I was nursing a director of General Motors. Kidney ailment, they said. Nerves, I said. And I asked myself, "What's General Motors got to be nervous about?" Overproduction, I says; collapse. When General Motors has to go to the bathroom ten times a day, the whole country's ready to let go.

Lisa: Today's a very special day.
Jeff: It's just another run-of-the-mill Wednesday. The calendar's full of 'em.

Jeff: She wants me to marry her.
Stella: That's normal.
Jeff: I don't want to.
Stella: That's abnormal.

Jeff: When am I going to see you again?
Lisa: Not for a long time...
Lisa: at least not until tomorrow night.

Jeff: He killed a dog last night because the dog was scratching around in the garden. You know why? Because he had something buried in that garden that the dog scented.
Lt. Doyle: Like an old hambone?
Jeff: I don't know what pet names Thorwald had for his wife.

Lisa: What's he doing? Cleaning house?
Jeff: He's washing and scrubbing down the bathroom walls.
Stella: Must've splattered a lot.
Stella: Come on, that's what were all thinkin'. He killed her in there, now he has to clean up those stains before he leaves.
Lisa: Stella... your choice of words!
Stella: Nobody ever invented a polite word for a killin' yet.

Jeff: Why would a man leave his apartment three times on a rainy night with a suitcase and come back three times?
Lisa: He likes the way his wife welcomes him home.

Lisa: I wish I were creative.
Jeff: You are. You're great at creating difficult situations.

Jeff: Well, this is first offense burglary, that's about $250. I have $127.
Stella: Lisa's handbag. Uh... 50 cents. I got $20 or so in my purse.
Jeff: And what about the rest?
Stella: When those cops at the station see Lisa, they'll even contribute.