Promising Young Woman Best Quotes – ‘What are you doing?’

Madison: TBH, I know all guys say they want wives that work, but it’s not true.
Cassandra: No?
Madison: No. I mean, they all want a feminist in college, because it’s cool to have a girlfriend who cares about something. And, statistically, feminists are more likely to do a**l. That’s a literal fact, by the way.
Cassandra: Really?

Madison: You know, when it comes down to it, all guys want the same thing.
Cassandra: And what’s that?
Madison: A good girl.
Cassandra: I don’t seem to remember you were that much of a good girl in med school.

Cassandra: [referring to what happened to their friend Nina] Do you ever think about it?
Madison: Why would I?
Cassandra: Right. Why would you? So if a friend came to you now, into your house, and told you that they thought something bad had happened to them the night before…
Madison: Cassie…
Cassandra: Something bad.
Madison: It was years ago.
Cassandra: What would you say?

Cassandra: Would you roll your eyes behind her back, and dismiss the whole thing as drama?
Madison: I don’t know why you’re mad at me. Okay, I’m not the only one who didn’t believe it. If you have a reputation for sleeping around, then maybe people aren’t going to believe you when you say something’s happened. I mean, it’s crying wolf.
Cassandra: You thought it was crying wolf?
Madison: I don’t make the rules.

Madison: Look, when you get that drunk, things happen. Don’t get blackout drunk all the time, and then expect people to be on your side when you have sex with someone you don’t want to.
Cassandra: That’s a shame. I was hoping you’d feel differently by now.
Madison: Sorry.
Cassandra: For your sake, I was hoping you’d feel different by now.
[we then see Cassie has hired a man to take a drunk Madison to his hotel room]

Dean Walker: My assistant says that you are interested in resuming med school.
Cassandra: That’s right.
Dean Walker: May I ask what prompted your desire to get back to your studies?
Cassandra: I guess, I couldn’t stop thinking about my time here.

Dean Walker: It’s an unusual request.
Cassandra: Yes, but I left under unusual circumstances.
Dean Walker: Oh.
Cassandra: I left because of what happened to Nina. Nina Fisher. You don’t remember her? Maybe you remember Alexander Monroe?
Dean Walker: Oh, yes. Alexander Monroe. He actually just came back and gave a talk here. Oh, he’s a he’s a really nice guy. Really smart. Are you a friend of his?
Cassandra: No.

Cassandra: So you don’t remember the accusations made against Al Monroe?
Dean Walker: I don’t.
Cassandra: He took a girl, Nina Fisher, the one you don’t remember, back to his room, where he had sex with her repeatedly, and in front of his friends, while she was too drunk to have any idea what was going on. She was covered in bruises the next day. Handprints, I guess you could say.
Dean Walker: Was it reported?
Cassandra: Yes.
Dean Walker: Do you know who Nina spoke to?
Cassandra: You. But you can’t remember, so.

Cassandra: You felt there wasn’t sufficient evidence. You said it was too much of a “he said, she said” situation.
Dean Walker: Well, you know, we get accusations like this all the time. One, or two a week. I’m sorry I don’t remember your friend Nina, but I can assure you, at that time, that I looked into it thoroughly.
Cassandra: His friends were all watching, laughing.

Dean Walker: None of us want to admit when we’ve made ourselves vulnerable. When we’ve made a bad choice. And those choices, those mistakes, can be so damaging, and really regrettable.
Cassandra: Regrettable?
Dean Walker: Yes. I mean, because what would you have me do? Ruin a young man’s life every time we get an accusation like this?
Cassandra: So you’re happy to take the boy’s word for it?
Dean Walker: I have to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Cassandra: Of course you do.
Dean Walker: Because innocent until proven guilty.
Cassandra: No arguing with that.

Dean Walker: Is your friend okay?
Cassandra: No. She’s not. But Al Monroe is. You’ll be glad to hear he’s doing really well. He’s getting married, actually. So, you know, I guess you did the right thing. We have to give these boys the benefit of the doubt.

Dean Walker: [after Cassie’s told her that her daughter is in a room with drunk college students] You’re right, okay? Is that what you want to hear? You’re right. You’re right.
Cassandra: Look how easy it was. I guess you just had to think about it in the right way. I guess it feels different when it’s someone you love.

Dean Walker: Tell me where my daughter is, please.
Cassandra: Relax. Dean Walker, do you really think I would do something like that? Luckily, I don’t have as much faith in boys as you do. Amber is sitting in a diner, waiting for her favorite boy band to show up for a music video. It’s the Castle Diner, if you want to call and check. Or you should probably call actually, or she may never figure out they’re not coming. She’s kind of an idiot, huh? Gorgeous though. Who needs brains? They never did a girl any good. Great to see you again, Dean Walker.

Ryan: Are you okay though? You seem kind of…
Cassandra: What?
Ryan: Uh, off.
Cassandra: No. I’m fine. I’m just, too much coffee. Don’t work in a coffee shop.

Ryan: [after he sees Cassie with Paul outside a bar] Cassie, if you didn’t, if you weren’t interested, just, you could’ve just told me.
Paul: That’s ice-cold. That was humiliating.
Cassandra: Why don’t you just f*** off now, okay?
Paul: Wait, are you sober?

Paul: You’re that psycho that Jerry took home.
Cassandra: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Paul: You know what? Not interested, sweetheart. No. Why don’t you take your crazy somewhere else. You’re not even that hot.
Cassandra: You’re hardly dropping panties yourself, Paul. When was the last time you scored in daylight?
Paul: Careful.
Cassandra: No, you be careful.

Cassandra: I’m afraid it’s your day of reckoning.
Jordan: I’ve been waiting.

Cassandra: Your office told me you’re on sabbatical. It was very easy to get your address. They just gave it to me.
Jordan: I told them to give it to anyone who asked.
Cassandra: That doesn’t seem safe.
Jordan: No use hiding from the piper. He has to be paid.
Cassandra: I guess so.

Cassandra: You seem nervous, Mr. Green. I came here to talk to you about something that happened seven years ago. You probably won’t remember a client named Alexander Monroe. You helped so many boys like him. And you most certainly won’t remember the girl who you threatened and bullied till she dropped her case.
Jordan: I remember her. Nina? Was that it? I’m sorry, I don’t remember her full name. But It was Nina though, wasn’t it?
Cassandra: Yes.
Jordan: I remember her.

Jordan: Have you come here to hurt me?
Cassandra: Do you want me to hurt you?
Jordan: I think so. I had, what I think was an epiphany, but my doctors called it a psychotic episode. And it was at work, so now I’m on a sabbatical.

Jordan: You got to help me. I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept in… I’ll never forgive myself. I want you to know that. I’ll never forgive myself for any of this.
Cassandra: I forgive you.
Jordan: I’m so sorry.
Cassandra: Go to sleep.

Mrs. Fisher: You need to stop this. It isn’t good for any of us. It’s no good for Nina. It isn’t good for you. Look, I know you feel bad that you weren’t there, but you got to let it go.
Cassandra: I’m just trying to fix it.
Mrs. Fisher: Oh, come on. You can’t. Don’t be a child, Cassie.

Cassandra: I’m so sorry I didn’t go with her.
Mrs. Fisher: No. I’m sorry too.

Mrs. Fisher: Cassie. Move on. Please. For all of us.

Cassandra: Can I come in?
Ryan: Yep. Do you want something? Do you want a coffee? Or another dude to go home with?
Cassandra: Yeah, actually. Do you have any douchebags lying around?
Ryan: Yeah. There’s a racist on the eighth floor. Yeah.
Cassandra: Perfect.

Ryan: Sorry, we’ve been on a couple dates. You won’t kiss me, or touch me, which is fine. And then I see you going home with some random creep in a fedora.
Cassandra: I admit, the fedora was unforgivable.

Cassandra: The other night, it’s hard to explain it, but it won’t happen again. I promise, it’ll never happen again. Can we try again? Can I, I mean.
Ryan: I don’t know. Are you okay?
Cassandra: It’s fine. I guess I’ll see you around.

Cassandra: We’re closed.
Ryan: Good. Do you want to go to dinner, you miserable a**hole?
Cassandra: Yeah.
[Ryan kisses her]

Ryan: First trip to the pharmacy together.
Cassandra: Yeah.
Ryan: Big step.

Susan: Ryan, I hear you’re a doctor. Your parents must be very, very proud.
Ryan: Not really. They wanted me to be a DJ.

Stanley: You didn’t say he was funny, Cassie.
Cassandra: Dad.
Ryan: You didn’t say I was funny?
Cassandra: No. I said you were boring, but rich.
Ryan: I am boring. Not that rich.
Stanley: No? Well, in that case, thanks for stopping by, kid.

Stanley: [to Cassie] Honey, Nina was like a daughter to us. You know that. We really miss her. But, God, we have missed you.

Ryan: Your mom. Oh, your mom is hot. Sorry. Your mom is extremely hot.
Cassandra: Do you want her number? I could hook you up.
Ryan: Really? Ooh.
Cassandra: I think she likes you more than I do.
Ryan: Well, I hope that’s not true.

Ryan: I think I’m falling in love with you.
Cassandra: I think I’m falling in love with you too.
Ryan: Yes. Oh, my God.

Cassandra: Madison, I’m sorry. I should’ve called you back. Nothing happened with that guy. Please believe me.
Madison: Are you sure? It seemed like…
Cassandra: I know what it seemed like, but it wasn’t. He didn’t touch you.
Madison: Oh, thank God.

Madison: [referring to the video of what Al did to Nina] You can have the phone, okay? You don’t have to watch it. I really wouldn’t watch it. But I don’t know, do whatever you want with it. Just leave me out of it. And, please, will you do me a favor?
Cassandra: Yeah.
Madison: Never f***ing contact me again.

Cassandra: [after Cassie discovers Ryan in the video witnessing what happened to Nina] I’ve been such an a**hole.
Ryan: What happened?
Cassandra: I really thought for a second it was all going to be okay.

Ryan: [as Cassie shows him the video] I don’t want to look at that, Cassie.
Cassandra: Well, why not? You were happy to watch back then.
Ryan: What are you talking about? I wasn’t.

Cassandra: I need you to do something for me, and I want you to think about it very carefully. I have this video ready to send to everyone in your address book. Your parents. Your colleagues. All your old buddies and their wives.
Ryan: Cassie, come on.
Cassandra: So I can send it out right now, or you can tell me where Al Monroe’s bachelor party is.
Ryan: What? Why?
Cassandra: You don’t need to know why.

Ryan: You don’t think I’m a bad person. Cassie, I love you. I love you, Cassie. You got to forgive me. You got to forgive me. Tell me you’ll forgive me.
Cassandra: No.
Ryan: So you’re perfect, right? You’ve never done anything you’re ashamed of?

Ryan: Are you going to tell everybody?
Cassandra: I don’t know.
Ryan: I don’t know if I can live with the threat of this hanging over me. I didn’t even do anything.
Cassandra: Okay. Poor Ryan, just an innocent bystander.

Cassandra: Don’t tell any of them that I’m coming, because I’ll send the video around just the same if you do.
Ryan: And then we both won’t be doctors, you f***ing failure.
Cassandra: Nice. Bye, Ryan.

Cassandra: [after disguising herself as a stripper to go to Al’s bachelor party] I take it you’re the groom?
Al Monroe: Yeah.
Cassandra: Then sit the f*** down. Now. I’m going to need you all to kneel down in front of me, like the naughty boys you are.

Al Monroe: I’m a little scared of you.
Cassandra: You don’t need to be scared. Get on the bed.

Al Monroe: I’m a gentleman.
Cassandra: Are you?
Al Monroe: Yeah.
Cassandra: You might be surprised to hear that gentlemen are sometimes the worst.

Al Monroe: [as Cassie handcuffs him to the bed] Look, I don’t want to sound like a p**sy, but you’re not going to do anything, are you? It’s just, I love my fiancée, and we’re getting married. So I don’t want any, uh…
Cassandra: Hey, do I look like someone who would make you do something you don’t want to do?
Al Monroe: No.
Cassandra: Exactly.

Al Monroe: So what’s your name?
Cassandra: Candy.
Al Monroe: I mean your real name.
Cassandra: Nina. Nina Fisher.

Al Monroe: [referring to the handcuffs] Hey, can you let me out of these, please? This isn’t funny.
Cassandra: Why would I give you a dead girl’s name?

Al Monroe: You’re Nina’s friend!
Cassandra: So you did notice me after all. I’m surprised. I wasn’t super f***able back then, so I thought I kind of slipped your attention.

Al Monroe: I didn’t do anything! We were kids.
Cassandra: Oh, if I hear that one more time.

Cassandra: Don’t cry. Really, don’t f***ing cry. Tell me what you did.
Al Monroe: I didn’t do anything wrong though!
Cassandra: She dropped out. Top of her class, and she dropped out. I did too, to take care of her. The two of us gone. You graduated magna cum laude though. Did you ever feel guilty, or did you just feel relieved that she’d gone?

Al Monroe: You know, I was affected by it too, okay? I mean, it’s every guy’s worst nightmare, getting accused like that.
Cassandra: Can you guess what every woman’s worst nightmare is? The thing is you thought you’d gotten away with it because everyone had forgotten.
Al Monroe: F***.
Cassandra: But I haven’t.

Al Monroe: You’re out of your f***ing mind!
Cassandra: I was so sad to leave, you know? I wanted to be a doctor my whole life. But lately, I’ve been feeling like I might want to get back into it.
[brings out what looks like surgical equipment]

Cassandra: She didn’t give a f*** what anyone else thought, apart from me, because she was just Nina. And then she wasn’t. Suddenly, she was something else. She was yours. It wasn’t her name she heard when she was walking around. It was yours. Your name all around her. All over her all the time. And it just squeezed her out. So when I heard your name again, your filthy f***ing name, I wondered, when was the last time anyone had said hers? Or thought it, even? Apart from me. And it made me so sad because, Al, you should be the one with her name all over you.

Cassandra: [as she attempts to carve Nina’s name into him with a scalpel] Don’t worry. I’ve sterilized everything.
Al Monroe: No.
Cassandra: I really would have been a great doctor.
Al Monroe: You’re insane.
Cassandra: You know what? I honestly don’t think I am. I’ll do this as quick as I can, okay?
[Al then frees his arm and suffocates her with a pillow]

Joe: [referring to Cassie lying next to Al in bed] The f***ing nurse? Are you kidding me? Nice.
Al Monroe: Joe.
Joe: Al. Al, please don’t freak out, alright? Anastasia’s never going to find out. What happens on tour, stays on tour.
Al Monroe: [crying] She’s dead, Joe.

Joe: You killed the stripper at your bachelor party? What is this, the ’90s? Al, classic.

Joe: We’re going to take care of this. We just got to get rid of the body before the others leave. Hey, hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Look at me. This is not your fault, Al.
Al Monroe: [crying] Thank you.
Joe: You did nothing wrong.
[after which they burn Cassie’s body in the woods]

Susan: [referring to Cassie, as they file a missing person’s report] She was getting better.
Stanley: Yes, she was. Of course she was. She’ll come back. You know how she is. She always comes back.

Detective Waller: [questioning Ryan about Cassie] Between you and me, it sounded like she wasn’t feeling so good. Mentally, I mean. Her father seemed to think she was a little unstable.
Ryan: Yeah, she was not in a good place.
Detective Waller: Do you think she might have wanted to hurt herself?
Ryan: Yeah. She could’ve. She could’ve, yeah.
Detective Waller: I thought that might be the case. Thank you for your honesty.

[during Al’s wedding reception, Ryan gets scheduled text messages from Cassie]
“You didn’t think this was the end, did you? It is now. Enjoy the wedding! Love, Cassie & Nina.”
[we see Cassie had informed Jordan of her plans and Al get arrested]