Feud Season 2 quotes

Truman Capote: I know about you. I know about your car accident. Shattered your cheekbones. How, when they rebuilt your face, you were suddenly more beautiful than ever. You became a swan from an ugly duckling, am I right?

Babe Paley: How do you know about all that?

Truman Capote: Well, my point is the accident was a blessing. And now there's something else. You have a new best friend.

Ann Woodward: I don't know why you started this. I mean, we ... We were close. Just tell me why. No, l-let me go, Slim. No, he's ... He's... I mean, it's, it's torture. I hear it everywhere! I don't even know how you can be sitting here with him. Just tell me why, Truman.

Truman Capote: Well, you know, I liked you once. I liked you quite a bit. But then I heard behind my back you called me fag. So, I thought I'd be a fag and show you what a fag can do when he's angry. When he's very angry. And when he's been betrayed by someone he actually liked, even though I knew what you were.

C. Z. Guest: Truman, sit down. Ann, you sit down, too. Even if you are a killer as he says, he has a typewriter and you don't.

Ann Woodward: I never ... I never called you a fag, Truman. What I called you was a venomous little faggot. Now get your quotes right. Isn't that what you're supposed to be good at?

Lillie Mae Faulk: So, son, you got fat, didn't you? God, and you were so ... You were so, so beautiful, too beautiful. A normal boy would have outgrown the beauty and hardened, but you? You got soft. And the booze, Christ.

Truman Capote: It's all in the blood, mother. It's in the blood. And it ran in the Faulks, didn't it?

Lillie Mae Faulk: You really can let go, dear. You've done the work. You did it. And you did it all for me. So you can let go.

Truman Capote: What did I do for you exactly?

Lillie Mae Faulk: You avenged me, of course.

Truman Capote: Did I? I wasn't aware.

Lillie Mae Faulk: All those people I wanted to be part of, all those people that had no time for me, those women of New York society who would have no part of me, just like your Swans. You knew how I felt. Southern, odd, a little trashy, a spectacle. Just like you did. So you took them out, didn't you? And you did it so brilliantly with such surgical precision. With so much deep hatred.

Truman Capote: So what now, mother?

Lillie Mae Faulk: I think it's time for you to join me, isn't it? Come on. Let me be your mother again. Truman, where I am and where you are going, a mother can be a very important guide. Come on, darling. You're almost there already. Your poor little heart is encased in fat, and your liver is riddled with cirrhosis. In this pocket, you have Halcion. In a little Tiffany pillbox that Babe gave you with all the phenobarbitals and the pretty pastel little Valium. Just jiggling around in there. And the vodka, oh my God! You could go right now, go to that little guest room here that you love so much, just lie down under that piñata, that Day of the Dead piñata. Have your little Day of the Dead celebration.

Truman Capote: No. You may be real, you may be ghost, you may be risen from the grave, mother, but I am not ready. I am not on your schedule. I still have a masterpiece to finish, and they're waiting for it. They're waiting. So I'm not going anywhere with you.

Truman Capote: What are you living for if not the spotlight, if you ever left it for one second? And I held that spotlight right on you and illuminated every pore.

Slim Keith: You think you can get back in before she dies, and all your sins will be forgotten in tragedy, washed away by shared grief, and back you will be sitting pretty in in a cottage on Long Island? I assure you, this will not happen. Babe loathes you, Truman. You're not in the picture. You're not in her life. You're not in the will. And none of that will ever change. Because you are incapable of change.

Babe Paley: I hope you're working.

Truman Capote: I'm trying. It's the most important part, the trying, 'cause who ever really succeeds in the end?

Truman Capote: Answered Prayers, Chapter 20, "Our Time." Being the last will and testament of P.B. Jones. My moment was brief in that time. My body was lithe enough to attract men and women as much as ... As often as they or I needed. And friends, too, came easily. Because when you are in your time, you attract people to your light. You can laugh easily and recover instantly from booze and slights and bruises. I had that with my friends. Now I have only one or two left. Friends. Old together. As I lay here on a hammock in Tangier, alone as far as the eye can see, time zones distant from anyone who knows me, what I remember is mostly the sun and how it felt on skin. That is what friendship, the love of friends, feels like. Luck. Salt when you lick someone's sun-dappled arm. Light. And that is what I miss, because in this desert heat, I do not feel it now.

Bill Paley: He said six months? He used that phrase? "You have six months to live"?

Babe Paley: I asked him if I'd make it to Thanksgiving, and he just looked down and shook his head. Why is it, with these doctors, they can't just say it straight? My father, a surgeon, he gave it with both barrels and everyone respected him for it. Of course, it was Boston and stoic.

Bill Paley: Look, there's a new drug. Here's what we do. I've done some research. Tamoxifen. It's just about to get FDA approval. I know who to call...

Babe Paley: Yes, yes, you know everyone, Bill. Yes, we know that. You know everything. It's enough. You keep giving me orders, like I'm the vice president of programming. Which I'm not.

Bill Paley: Jesus, please don't smoke. What can I do to make you stop smoking?

Babe Paley: What can you do to make me stop? How about you don't do a fucking thing? No more jewelry. No more paintings. No more Lucian Freud or Picabia. No more purchasing my forgiveness or my affection.

Bill Paley: You would forgive Truman before me. The fucking smoking! Even after they told you you had to stop. Did you want to die? Was it so bad with me that you wanted to kill yourself?!

Babe Paley: Well, Bill, yes. Could have been worse. Could have been Librium. But, no, it was ciggies and high-end booze. At least I was a coherent hostess. It's how I medicated myself.

Bill Paley: Medicated yourself from what?

Babe Paley: You. The smoking and the Scotch soda that started the very first hint of dusk or sooner. How else could it work? You know what I want? Some quiet. And solitude. And I want to speak to my, my children. I don't know why she won't speak to me.

Bill Paley: Because you're cold. You are. You are a cold person. And your daughter feels that she was a minor consideration in your life and that she came after all the myriad ways you had of showing the world your beauty and your perfection.

Babe Paley: Shut up, Paley! For God's sake, won't you shut up?! Were you a model parent, with your barely disguised contempt for your son, whatever he did? No, she won't speak to me because, because I chose you instead of her. No, actually, we both chose each other.

Bill Paley: Paley. You've been calling me that for a while now. At first I thought it was some sort of tough, affectionate affectation. But then I realized there was ice all around it.

Babe Paley: I think people earn how they're addressed, don't you?

Jack Dunphy: [after learning about Truman's death] Did he say anything?

Joanne Carson: He said he was cold. "Mother." "Mama." And then he said, "Beautiful Babe."

Truman Capote: Could you ever forgive me for what I wrote about you?

Ann Woodward: Never. There are some things that are beyond forgiveness. And the others won't forgive you either. If you publish the finished Answered Prayers, even if you think you're being kind, it'll just make it worse. Those friendships died with Côte Basque, the golden age of society. Which you ... You helped kill. Perhaps it was a, a subconscious final gift to your mother. And to yourself, for never feeling like you truly belonged.