A Simple Favor (2018)
Blake Lively: Emily Nelson
Emily : Brotherfucker
Stephanie : [Running after Emily] Emily! Emily, stop! Emily, you can't outrun this! Don't do this to Nicky! Come on, you're still his mom!
Emily : [Stops and turns to Stephanie] Yeah, I am. But you sure as shit won't be.
[as she is about to shoot Stephanie, she is suddenly hit by a car; the car stops and Darren gets out]
Darren : America's hybrids. Silent, but deadly.
Stephanie : [Referring to the friendship bracelet] Here. I made that for you.
Emily : You made this for me?
Stephanie : Thought it would go with that pinstriped suit you have.
Emily : Really? That's nice. No one does stuff like this for me.
Stephanie : I used to watch those Bewitched reruns on TV Land, and I always thought it was so classy when Darren would come from work and Samantha would fix him a Martini. So every time we do this, I feel so high-tone.
Emily : My god. You're such a nerd.
Stephanie : [Referring to Davis and Chris dying in the car crash] It's my fault. I'm the reason they're both dead.
Emily : No. Hey, don't do that. People, people do terrible things for their own fucked-up reasons. That's on them, not on you.
Stephanie : Yeah. I miss him.
Emily : Which one?
Stephanie : Both. I'm lonely. I think loneliness probably kills more people than cancer.
Emily : [Picks up her son] Come here, little dude. Oh, my baby! Look at your shirt. Did any food make it into your mouth?
Miles Smothers : Ask her, Nicky! Ask her!
Emily : Ask me what?
Nicky Nelson : We want a play date.
Emily : Oh, we can't, mommy already has a play date with a symphony of anti-depressants. Let's go.
Emily : Baby, please don't do this. I got to go. Come on. I got a ton of work to do.
Nicky Nelson : You don't let me have any fun.
Emily : That's not true. I let you tear my labia as you exited my body, so you're welcome.
Emily : You are so nice. I have no idea how you've survived this long.
Stephanie : I'm not as nice as you think, so.
Emily : Are you baiting me?
Stephanie : No! I'm just saying, everybody has a dark side.
Emily : Mm-hmm.
Stephanie : Some of us are better at hiding at it than others.
Emily : Want to trade confessions?
Stephanie : No, no. No.
Emily : Come on, what's the wildest thing you've ever done?
Stephanie : Oh, I... no, I don't know. I shouldn't. You go first.
Emily : Okay, um, a few months ago, Sean and I had his TA over dinner and drinks, and a threesome.
Stephanie : Was Sean jealous of him?
Emily : Did I say it was a him?
Stephanie : That's very cool, sis. Very cool.
Stephanie : [Pointing a gun at Sean] You used me.
Stephanie : You used me too. But you had me made you dinner, watching your kid, sucking your dick.
Sean : I had no idea that she was still alive!
Stephanie : Stop lying.
Emily : Okay, you guys. I think we should just sit down and talk this out.
Sean : Emily, you sit down. You hated Stephanie. You used to watch her vlog and rip her apart.
Stephanie : All I wanted was to be your friend.
Emily : You were. And then you fucked my husband and my insurance plan.
Sean : Don't blame her! This is so typical of you!
Emily : Sean, I was just trying to get us out of crushing fucking debt.
Sean : Yeah, maybe if you had the good sense to give me a call, I could've helped you with this little plot of yours.
Emily : Oh, please, you haven't come up with a decent plot in ten years.
Sean : Really? Right now?
Stephanie : Can I say something, as the lady with the gun? Nicky deserves better than both of you.
Emily : Fuck you! I love my kid.
Sean : Shut up!
Emily : [after Stephanie takes a picture of her] Did you just take my picture?
Stephanie : I'm yearbook mom.
Emily : Did I ask you to take my picture? Erase it.
Stephanie : Oh, you look really chic. It's just for Faces and Places. Just for the other parents.
Emily : Erase it, or I'll slap a fucking injunction on your yearbook. Do you understand?
Stephanie : Yeah. Okay.
[Deletes the picture]
Stephanie : Yeah, it's gone. Whoa. Bye bye.
Emily : Don't do that again.
Stephanie : Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry. Or I didn't mean to offend you. Um, I'm sure that stuff's really sensitive in your industry.
Emily : Oh, no. It's all good.
Stephanie : I'm probably not the kind of person that you're normally friends with.
Emily : Oh, you do not want to be friends with me. Trust me.