Molly Quotes

“Where have you been?” she cried. “Damn you, where have you been?” She took a few steps toward Schmendrick, but she was looking beyond him, at the unicorn. When she tried to get by, the magician stood in her way. “You don’t talk like that,” he told her, still uncertain that Molly had recognized the unicorn. “Don’t you know how to behave, woman? You don’t curtsy, either.” But Molly pushed him aside and went up to the unicorn, scolding her as though she were a strayed milk cow. “Where have you been?” Before the whiteness and the shining horn, Molly shrank to a shrilling beetle, but this time it was the unicorn’s old dark eyes that looked down. “I am here now,” she said at last. Molly laughed with her lips flat. “And what good is it to me that you’re here now? Where where you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?” With a flap of her hand she summed herself up: barren face, desert eyes, and yellowing heart. “I wish you had never come. Why did you come now?” The tears began to slide down the sides of her nose. The unicorn made no reply, and Schmendrick said, “She is the last. She is the last unicorn in the world.” “She would be.” Molly sniffed. “It would be the last unicorn in the world to come to Molly Grue.” She reached up then to lay her hand on the unicorn’s cheek; but both of them flinched a little, and the touch came to rest on on the swift, shivering place under the jaw. Molly said, “It’s all right. I forgive you.”

“I don’t cry, much.” “But how would you cry, if someone made you cry?” “I spit,” [Molly] said. “The ducts are routed back into my mouth.‘”

“Anybody any good at what they do, that’s what they are, right?”

“You can’t let the little pricks generation-gap you.”

“I like it, you know? Like I’ve always talked to myself, in my head, when I’ve been in tight spots. Pretend I got some friend, somebody I can trust, and I’ll tell ‘em what I really think, what I feel like, and then I’ll pretend they’re telling me what they think about that, and I’ll just go along that way. Having you in is kinda like that.”

“But all the dogs are nice. Mean dogs aren’t allowed at this daycare. Once a mean dog came and wanted to bite. It wasn’t allowed to come anymore and now it sits at home being mean instead. The dogs live in different rooms. The dachsund Karo lives in Rosa’s room. He likes girl dogs. That’s wy there are only girl dogs in his room: Molly, Esther and Rosa. Each dog has her own basket, and Karo takes turns lying with each of them.”

“Molly holds Grandma’s coin purse in her hand. Everyone will be able to tell she’s going shopping. Not everyone is smart enough to go shopping. There are a lot of ladies in the store. Once in a while a new lady comes in, and some of the old ladies leave. No one sees Molly. ”

“How does it work, anyway? When will it be Molly’s turn? When a really long time has passed and many ladies have come and gone, it’s Molly’s turn. What is she getting? ′ A bag....′ A bag of something. Whar was it? ‘A bag....’ Now everyone is looking at Molly. What good does that do? Can’t they look at something else? ‘A bag....’

“But Molly gets caught in her lie when Grandma goes to the store to sort out the mystery. After a stiff warning that she should tell the truth, Molly is given another chance. Poor Molly! She drops Grandma’s coin purse on the way to the store...”

“Grandma is surprised when she sees the bag. ‘Sweetheart, what is this?’ ‘Potatoes? No wonder it was heavy. But sweetie, you were supposed to buy beans. A bag of beans. ‘Beans! That’s what I said. I said I wanted beans, but she gave me potatoes anyway.’ ‘She gave you potatoes even though you asked for beans? What kind of person is she!”

‘I am going to go and give her a piece of my mind!’ Now Grandma goes back to the store with the bag of potatoes. She is very angry at the clerk. Grandma soon returns. She is no longer angry at the clerk. ‘You said you wanted potatoes. Why did you lie to me?’ Molly can’t answer that.

‘Did you forget what you were supposed to buy?’ ‘Sort of.’ ‘That can happen to anyone. But you must not lie anymore,’ says Grandma. No, Molly will never do that again. Grandma asks Molly if she would like to go and get them each a Danish pastry for tea. Yes, she can do that. Now she is on top of things and strong again, and pastries are easy to carry.”

“The bakery is not far. Pastry, pastry, pastry, you can’t forget pastry! When Molly gets there, she hasn’t forgotten the pastry. But now there’s something else. The coin purse. It’s gone! Molly runs back to Grandma as fast as possible. How could this happen? She cries very quietly.”

“Then she cries loudly and a lot. Grandma thinks she’s probably just dropped the coin purse on the sidewalk. Didn’t she see it on the way back? ‘No,’ screams Molly. ‘It’s been stolen!’ Grandma goes out with her to look for it. When they have gotten halfway to the bakery, Molly finds it. How lucky! Grandma goes home and Molly walks the rest of the way by herself. ”