Minnie Castevet: He chose you, honey! From all the women in the world to be the mother of his only living son!
[Last lines]
Roman Castevet: Rock him.
Rosemary Woodhouse: You're trying to get me to be his mother.
Roman Castevet: Aren't you his mother?
[She starts to hum a lullaby]
Rosemary Woodhouse: What have you done to him? What have you done to his eyes, you maniacs!
Roman Castevet: He has his father's eyes.
Rosemary Woodhouse: What do you mean? Guy's eyes are normal!
Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh, God!
Roman Castevet: God is dead! Satan lives!
Rosemary Woodhouse: You... you had me while I was out?
Guy Woodhouse: It was kinda fun in a necrophile sort of way
Rosemary Woodhouse: This is no dream! This is really happening!
Rosemary Woodhouse: I dreamed someone was raping me. I think it was someone inhuman.
Guy Woodhouse: Thanks a lot.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Pain, begone, I will have no more of thee!
Roman Castevet: Rosemary...
Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up.
Roman Castevet: Rosemary...
Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up. You're in Dubrovnik, I don't hear you.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Witches... All of them witches!
Rosemary Woodhouse: You're lying. It didn't die. You took it. You're lying. You witches! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're LYING!
Roman Castevet: No pope ever visits a city where the newspapers are on strike.
Minnie Castevet: I heard he's gonna postpone and wait till it's over.
Guy Woodhouse: Well, that's showbiz.
Roman Castevet: That's exactly what it is: all the costumes, the rituals - all religions.
Edward "Hutch" Hutchins: Pregnant women are supposed to gain, not lose weight!
Roman Castevet: To 1966! The year One.
Mrs. Gilmore: We're your friends, Rosemary. There's nothing to be scared about. Honest and truly, there isn't!
Dr. Abe Sapirstein: Come with us quietly, Rosemary. Don't argue or make a scene. Because if you say anything more about witches or witchcraft, we're gonna be forced to take you to a mental hospital. You don't want that, do you?
Guy Woodhouse: What the hell is that?
Rosemary Woodhouse: I've been to Vidal Sassoon.
Guy Woodhouse: You mean you actually paid for it?
Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh, God. Oh, God.
Laura-Louise McBirney: Oh, shut up with your "Oh, Gods" or we'll kill you, milk or no milk!
