Pieces of a Woman Best Quotes on Netflix

Suzanne: [after they’ve had sex] You know, I wouldn’t worry about it. You know, people want to kill this woman. With the mistake she’s made, the case is practically won with two to eight years imprisonment. The gross negligence on not calling an ambulance in time to a dying baby should be enough to put her away.
Sean: Alright.
Suzanne: And as your criminal lawyer, with your testimony, we have this case in the bag. If you guys, you know, decide to slap her with a civil case as well, I can get someone to handle that, someone that I trust. You know, I feel like you got a good shot at winning both. And you could win millions.

Sean: [referring to the bridge painting] In the ’40s, this thing just disintegrates into the floor. It’s a big deal. You know, it’s the third biggest bridge in the US. You got the Golden Gate, George Washington, and then you got the Tacoma. In the ’40s, things collapse and they can’t figure it out, and they bring in all these experts. Mathematicians, scientists, nobody could figure it out. They’re looking at foundations, suspension wire, nothing. Everything checks out. Then finally, one of these scientists says, “Resonance.”

Sean: Resonance is, you know, every solid object has its own vibration. When the outer one matches the inner one, you get resonance. Sometimes, resonance can be so powerful, it can bring a whole bridge down.
Suzanne: Does it happen often?
Sean: No, like when swings move by themselves at the playground? That’s resonance. Thank you. For everything.
Suzanne: Here to help.

Martha: You’ve been drilling?
Sean: Yeah.
Martha: Well, I talked to Robert, and he hasn’t seen you in three weeks. So drilling what? You don’t have to lie to me. Hmm?
Sean: [looking wasted] You lied to me. You’re a f***ing liar.

Chris: The other day, the guy at the church was saying something.
Sean: The guy? The pastor?
Chris: The pastor. He was doing like a sermon. And he said something pretty deep. He said, “Time heals all wounds.”
Sean: Woh.
Chris: And I was like, “Yeah. That’s pretty good.”

Suzanne: Look, the case is already won. People hate this woman. So, I’ll just…
Elizabeth: Yes, exactly. And I don’t want them to judge you.
Martha: Them?
Elizabeth: The people.
Martha: “People.” By “people”, you mean Judith?

Martha: Who cares about what they think? This is about me. This is about my body. This is me. Do you understand that?
Elizabeth: Yes, I understand that, dear. But have you decided to go to the trial?
Martha: I’m not going to your f***ing trial.
Elizabeth: Why not, honey? She has to pay for her incompetence.

Martha: Is this about money?
Elizabeth: No!
Martha: Is it about what people think?
Elizabeth: It’s about you. It’s about you having to face this thing.
Martha: I am facing this! I am facing it! I am facing this!
Elizabeth: Well, I don’t think you are. We need some justice here.
Martha: No. You need. That is what you want. That is what you need. That is your way! That is not my way! That is what you need!

Elizabeth: Martha, if you had done it my way, you’d be holding your baby in your arms right now.
Martha: You know what? You’re ashamed. You’re so ashamed of me! You’re ashamed because I failed! “Oh, what a disgrace! Oh, what a disgrace!” I failed!
Elizabeth: Yes.
Martha: You’re f***ing ashamed!
Elizabeth: And I’m ashamed of me. That I wasn’t a good enough mother to teach you how to stand up and speak for yourself, for God’s sakes. And to deal with this. Like my mother taught me.

Elizabeth: After my father went into the ghetto, my mother found a shack. An empty shack, that she went into, and gave birth to me. Without any help at all. She stashed me under the floorboards when she had to go out and steal food, so she could make milk enough to keep me alive, but just alive. Not strong enough to cry, or we’d be caught. When she finally got me to a doctor, he advised her to just let me go. That I wasn’t strong enough to survive. But when she absolutely insisted, he picked me up by my feet, and held me up like a chicken, and said, “If she tries to lift her head, then there’s hope.” And you know what I did, Martha? I lifted my head.

Elizabeth: [to Martha] That’s what I’m asking you to do now. Lift your head and fight for yourself, for God’s sakes! Go out there and face that woman. Tell her what it’s like for you now, what this feels like. You have to do this, Martha. You have to speak your truth. Otherwise, you’re never going to be able to deal with this. You’re never going to be able to move on. You’ve got to move on past this, Martha.

Elizabeth: I never liked you. And it’s not because you’re poor.
Sean: No, it’s because I’m, because I’m not an intellectual, and I’m not, I don’t use big words. And because I’m rough, and I’m… Well, here’s a Scrabbleword. Because I’m boorish.

Elizabeth: What do you want?
Sean: What do I want? I want to, I probably want to go home. Yeah, that’s what I want the most.
Elizabeth: And why don’t you?
Sean: We don’t all live like this, you know?
Elizabeth: [gives him a check] Take it, and don’t come back. Just tell Martha, tell her anything you want. Tell her your father’s sick, or you fell in love with somebody else. I don’t care what. But just make sure she knows you are never coming back.

Sean: You a cat or a dog person?
Suzanne: Cat person.
Sean: Yeah?
Suzanne: Mm-hmm.
Sean: I’m a cat person too.
Suzanne: Bulls**t.

Sean: You know what a cat’s favorite breakfast food is?
Suzanne: What?
Sean: Mice Krispies.
[they both laugh]
Suzanne: Oh, you are far too entertained by that.

Sean: I wish we’d met earlier, you know.
Suzanne: Yeah, same.

Suzanne: [at Eva’s trial] Did she ever communicate to you explicitly that a lowered heart rate could mean that the baby was in distress and that this could cause her death?
Martha: She didn’t say that to me, no.
Suzanne: If you knew about the risk, would you have demanded to go to the hospital?
Martha: Of course I would have wanted to know that.

Suzanne: [at Eva’s trial] Would you ever willingly harm your baby?
Martha: Of course not.
Suzanne: No. So if in one of the most difficult moments of your life, during a difficult labor, the woman who you’ve decided to put your trust in, who’s been present at hundreds of births, has far more experience than you do, turns to you and says, “You must go to the hospital right now,” would you have gone in? Yes or no?
Martha: Yes, I would have.

Lane: May I ask you why you decided on a home birth?
Martha: I wanted the baby to decide when she wanted to come.

Lane: And do you trust your husband?
Martha: My partner?
Lane: Yes.
Martha: Yes, I do. did.
Lane: Well, because your partner has given testimony that your midwife strongly advised that you should go to the hospital. Now, you say you’re working together, as a team. And when your partner asked you to go to the hospital, you refused to go. Is that correct? Is that correct?
Martha: I wanted to stay at home myself.

Lane: What did you feel when you were holding your baby?
Martha: How did I feel?
Lane: Yes, how did you feel holding your baby you had just given birth to?
Martha: She smelled like an apple.
Lane: She smelled like an apple. “What did she feel?” was the question. Did she feel like a healthy baby?
Martha: She did.

Martha: [referring to Eva] This woman did not intentionally harm my girl. She only wanted to deliver a healthy baby that night. And I do not think it is your fault. I do not think it is her fault. And thank you. There might be a reason for what happened, but we are not going to find it here in this room. And if I stand here, and ask for compensation, or money, then I’m saying that I can be compensated, and I can’t. I can’t bring her back. No money, or verdicts, or sentences can bring back what… How can I give this pain to someone else? Someone who’s already suffered? And I know she would not want that. At all. That is not why my daughter came into this world for the time that she did. And that is all I have to say. Thank you.

Lucianna: [years later, after Martha helps her daughter climb down an apple tree] I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?
Martha: It’s your favorite.
Lucianna: Popsicle?
Martha: Mm-mm.
Lucianna: Tacos?
Martha: No.
Lucianna: Jelly sandwich?
Martha: Definitely not.
Lucianna: Popcorn?
Martha: Mm-mm.
Lucianna: Then I’m not hungry.
Martha: You want to run in?