Grayson Hall: Judith Fellowes

The Night of the Iguana

Judith Fellowes

Judith Fellowes: [yelling at Shannon] You thought you outwitted me, didn't you, having your paramour here cancel my call.
Maxine Faulk: Miss Fellowes, honey, if paramour means what I think it does, you're gambling with your front teeth.

Maxine Faulk: What... uh... subject do you teach back in that college of yours, honey?
Judith Fellowes: Voice... if that's got anything to do with it.
Maxine Faulk: Well geography is my speciality. Did you know that if it wasn't for the *dykes*, the plains of Texas would be engulfed by the gulf?
T. Laurance Shannon: Maxine!
Maxine Faulk: Let's level for awhile, butch, old gal, you know what you're sore about? What you're really sore about? That little quail of yours has a natural preference for *men*! Instead of...
T. Laurance Shannon: Maxine!
Judith Fellowes: What is she talking about?
T. Laurance Shannon: You better go now, Miss Fellowes, the party's over. Right now I'm no longer in a position to discharge my responsibility of protecting you. A responsibility from which you discharged me. Just go, Miss Fellowes. Just go.

Judith Fellowes: [to Charlotte] Dreadful girl. You defied me. You deliberately defied me.
[Miss Fellowes slaps Charlotte across the face after which Charlotte leaves]
T. Laurance Shannon: What did you think we were doing out there, Miss Fellowes? Spawning?
Judith Fellowes: Oh, you beast. You beast!
Judith Fellowes: [sobbing] You beast!

Judith Fellowes: I assume you know that Charlotte is underage, Dr. Shannon?
T. Laurance Shannon: What's that got to do with our itinerary?
Judith Fellowes: If you know what's good for you, leave her alone.
T. Laurance Shannon: Miss Fellowes, are you aware that you're speaking to an ordained clergyman?
Judith Fellowes: Stop leading her on. I don't know what happened back in Tierra Caliente and I don't want to know; because, if I did know, I'd have to take steps. Don't make me take steps, Dr. Shannon!
T. Laurance Shannon: Nothing happened back in Tierra Caliente. The room clerk got our keys mixed up. That's all. Just a mistake. Pure and simple. Whatever suspicions you may be harboring are quite groundless. I can assure you of that.
Judith Fellowes: Just leave her alone. Don't make me take steps!

Maxine Faulk: Miss Fellowes, honey, I know you got a beef or two; but, why don't you just relax with a little complimentary Rum Coco?
Judith Fellowes: Save them for your friend, Mr. Shannon. I don't imbibe.
Maxine Faulk: And how about a little Pot? I don't usually serve it to my guests; but, you look like you could use somthin' special.