30 Best Ashley Judd Quotes

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Libby: [Libby finds Matty at his school as he plays Soccer in the field, Libby calls out to him at the end of the half] Matty.
Libby: [Matty hears her voice] Matty.
Libby: [Matty walks up to her] Hi. Do you know who I am?
Matty: [Matty nods up and down] They told me you were dead.
Libby: [Libby smiles] No, sweetheart.
[Libby combs her hand to Matty's face and hugs him]

Libby: [after being convicted of murdering Nick] I'd like you to adopt my son.
Angie: No, Lib, I can't do that. Not to you.
Libby: I've thought it through. I barely survived my parents' house. I'm not gonna put him there. Money won't be a problem because there's the $2 million from the life insurance, and it's going into a trust fund in his name.
Angie: It isn't about money.
Libby: I know. Matty loves you. We can't let him become a ward of the State.

[the New Orleans bartender talks to Libby about the Wanted posters]
New: [the bartender hands Libby a Wanted poster of herself] Cops have been passing these out.
New: [the bartender then tears it up] No reward. Screw 'em.
New: You're gonna be posted at every hotel in town.
Libby: So much for a good night's sleep.
New: [the bartender hands Libby an umbrella] Take this. Get out of here.

[Libby takes advice from Margaret and Evelyn on what to tell the parole board]
Libby: I feel like I've grown these past six years.
Margaret: 'Grown'? Honey, they don't want to hear that you've turned into some kind of tree, okay? So you just repeat after me, 'If I could trade places with my husband, I would.'
Libby: [Libby rolls her eyes] Ugh. 'If I could trade places with my husband, I would.'
Evelyn: That's good. Now, throw in a lot of that born-again-Jesus stuff. They like that.

Libby: I'm Elizabeth Parsons.
Travis: What do you have in that box?
[as she sets it on his desk, he sees it's her personal belongings]
Travis: Elizabeth Parsons. The State of Washington has granted you a conditional parole. For the next three years, you'll observe all the rules of this facility, which means no fighting, no fornicating, no drinking, no drugs, no exceptions, no excuses. Do you understand that?
Libby: Yes.
Travis: This is your Social Security card. You will find gainful and sustained employment. You are not to carry a firearm or a weapon of any kind, especially a knife. Curfew is at 8:30. This is my cell phone number. Do not lose it. If you think there is a chance you will be even five minutes late, you will call me, I will have you picked up. Do you understand that?
[she nods]
Travis: Good. Any violation of these conditions, and your "get out of jail free" card will be revoked by me, and you will return to prison to serve the remainder of your sentence and maybe then some.

[Libby talks to Matty about wanting to teach him to sail]
Libby: Oh, Matty, look! You see that? See that big boat out there?
Matty: Mm-hmm.
Libby: She is the prettiest boat on Whidbey Island. That's the Morning Star. Someday when you're big enough I'm gonna teach you how to sail. It's the best thing there is, sailing.
Matty: Better than fishing?
Libby: Yup. But you know what, kiddo? I don't think I want you to grow up.
Matty: Why?
Libby: What if you grow up and marry some beautiful girl? Who's gonna go sailing with me then?
Matty: Dad.
Libby: Not a chance.

[Libby nervously talks to Travis outside of Matty's school]
Libby: I don't know if I've ever been so scared in my whole life. I think a big part of me never thought I'd really find him. What if he doesn't recognize me? I mean, maybe after all this time...
Travis: Dammit, woman! Because of you, I have lost a perfectly good used car, and a not-so-good job. If you don't go to this kid right now, I'm gonna have you arrested for stupidity. Go on.
Libby: [Libby smiles] Thanks, Lehman. You saved my life.
Travis: You saved mine, too.

Bobby: The inquest was held this morning, and they reviewed all the evidence, and Nick, uh, well, he's officially been declared dead. Now, Libby, they, um... they've determined it was a wrongful death, and you... oh, Jesus, you... you're being formally charged with his murder. I-I'm here to advise you. Make no statements whatsoever to the sheriff.
Cutter: [taking out his handcuffs] I'm sorry, Libby.
Libby: Cutter! Not in front of my kid, okay?

[the handsome internet expert tries to ask Libby out for a drink]
Handsome: Now, maybe when this thing has finished its searching, we could go to this, uh, this neat little bar I know and, uh, have a little drink. What do you say?
Libby: [Libby smiles and agrees] Yeah. I just have to check in with my parole officer first.
Handsome: You've been to jail?
Libby: Actually, prison. Jail is a different thing.
Handsome: [the kid nervously laughs] So, what did you do, not pay your parking tickets?
Libby: Oh, no. I was convicted of murdering my husband.
Handsome: You're kidding, right?
Libby: No, I'm not. Um, 'Sliced and Diced,' the paper called it. Can you believe that?

[Libby sails the boat as Nick joins her on the deck, noticing that they're in the middle of the ocean]
Nick: Wait. I don't see land. So where is it?
Libby: [Libby points with her hand] Alaska's over that way, Japan is straight ahead, and Australia's somewhere to the left. Where would you like to go?
Nick: Bed.
Libby: That can be arranged.

[Libby and Travis talk on the drive to the boat after Libby's parole violation]
Libby: Okay. I killed my husband. I chopped him up into little bits, and I dumped him piece by piece into the Pacific. Are you satisfied?
Travis: No. No. You were a hell of a lot closer to your kid three days ago than you are today. All you had to do was wait three years. That's all. You fucking idiot!
Libby: You cannot know what it is like to sit in prison for six years and think of nothing else in the world but your son. Did I make the right choice? You asked the wrong question, Lehman, I didn't have a choice. Fuck your curfew!
Libby: [Libby sees a picture of a girl on Lehman's sun visor] Who's that? Your daughter?
Libby: [Travis closes the visor without responding] Is that a problem for you, Lehman?

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Libby: [Libby fishs with her son Matty] I'm pretty hungry. Hope we catch some fish soon.
Matty: Me, too.
Libby: [Libby winds the fishing line back in] Okay, help me wind.
Matty: Wind back?
Libby: Can we turn this one? Slowly. Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly.
Matty: I am doing it slowly.
Libby: [Libby smiles] Okay, you got it.

[Libby shoots the painting behind Nick's head]
Libby: [Libby smiles] I haven't felt that good in six years. I don't want to kill you, Nick. I just want you to suffer like I suffered.
Travis: What she means, Nick, is you're going to prison, for murder.
Nick: Who did I supposedly murder?
Libby: Me.
Nick: All you've got is an old fax photo.
Libby: Which supplies the motive. Your wife, whom you had framed, tracks you down, and to keep her from exposing you, you kill her.
Nick: You won't get away with it.
[Travis reveals he's been recording their conversation]
Nick: Well, I think I've solved that problem.
Travis: What do you mean?
Nick: Let's just say the problem has been buried.
Travis: Really?
Nick: She's gone, I promise you,.
Travis: [turning the tape off] Taped confessions are very persuasive in court, Nick, and of course, there is the physical evidence that we're gonna put in the trunk of your car.
Libby: A shovel, hair, my fingerprints, a little blood.
Travis: Yeah, don't forget the gasoline.
Libby: It'll look like you burned and buried my body, just like you say on the tape.

Ensign: Law 46: Life isn't always fair.

Tris: I miss you so much.
Natalie: I know you do. But I'm still with you. You need to be strong now. Tell me you're gonna be strong.
Tris: I'm trying.
Natalie: You can do this. I know you can. You're brave. Braver than anyone.
Tris: I'm not brave, Mom. I pretend that I am. And I want people to think that I am. But I'm not. I'm really, really scared. That maybe we are actually what's wrong in this world. Divergents. I never wanted any of this. You and Dad and Caleb and then Four. And I can't help but think that if I was normal... we would all still be together. Mom, I don't wanna be Divergent anymore. I just wanna feel safe again.

Nick: Morning, darlin'. I hope you had a nice night.
Libby: I want you to bring Matty to Lafayette Cemetery number three.
Nick: A cemetery? That's, uh... that's an odd choice for a reunion.
Libby: It's a big tourist place, Nick. Lot of people around.
Nick: Well, you're a smart girl. I can have him there by 4:00.

[Libby sees Travis kick one of the other girls out of the house]
Travis: [Travis looks to Libby] You think I'm a mean son of a bitch?
Libby: I think you could have given her a second chance.
Travis: There are no second chances in this house, baby. This is the last chance house! You try to understand that.

[Evelyn and Margaret give Libby some encouragement to find her son]
Evelyn: Heard you're tryin' to reach your friend, the one with your boy.
Libby: Yeah, I can't find 'em. They disappeared.
Margaret: Oh, hon - If you could disappear that easy, believe you me, I wouldn't be here right now.
Evelyn: [Evelyn chuckles] Me, either.
Margaret: Think. Use your head. There's gotta be a way to track him down.

Ensign: Law 36: You gotta go with what works.

Travis: Turns out I owe you an apology, Mr. Devereaux. After our last conversation, I started thinking maybe that Parsons woman was telling the truth about who you used to be. So I asked the Washington State Department of Motor Vehicles to send me a driver's license photograph of Nicholas Parsons.
Nick: And?
Travis: And this is what came up.
Nick: [taking a fax printout with a laugh] Well... well, we all make mistakes. I mean, there's no harm done.
Travis: Then I thought about it some more, and it occurred to me what a common name Nicholas Parsons is. You know, it turns out there were six. And this...
[showing him another printout]
Travis: Was number three.
Nick: I never liked that picture. So, Mr. Lehman, you came here to make a deal. Otherwise, I guess you would have gone straight to the police. So, question is, what's your price?
Travis: $1 million. It's a nice, round figure, right?
Nick: Uh... all right. But you're gonna have to give me a couple of days.
Travis: No way. $1 million, right now.
Nick: Mr. Lehman, it's 9:00 at night. I can't just...
[snapping to indicate the money magically appearing; Lehman takes out a flip phone]
Nick: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait. I have $100,000 in the safe here. And you can have that now. I'll get you the rest tomorrow.
Travis: [putting the phone away] You got a deal. We do have one other problem, and that's Mrs. Parsons. She could still make a lot of trouble for us, even from prison, and I really don't need that.
Nick: Well, I think I've solved that problem.
Travis: What do you mean?
Nick: Let's just say the problem has been buried.
Travis: Really?
Nick: She's gone, I promise you.
Libby: [coming in and taking out her revolver] You're not very good at keeping promises, Nick.

BMW: So, you're in the market for a BMW?
Libby: Yeah. Who isn't?
BMW: Well, they're the best.
Libby: I decided it was finally time to trade up.
BMW: Right.
Libby: So why don't you check my credit and see if I can finance this?
BMW: Great. Let me have your Social Security number, and I'll get the ball rolling.
[moments later, running a credit check]
BMW: 20 Oriole Terrace, Evergreen, Colorado. Is that your current address?
Libby: 20 Oriole Terrace, Evergreen, Colorado? Sure is.
BMW: Didn't you say your name was Angela Green? 'Cause this says it's Angela Ryder.
Libby: [leaving] Oh, no. I said Ryder. Angela Ryder.
BMW: What about the car?

[Libby talks to Travis outside of the ambulance]
Libby: I guess I'm gonna take off now.
Travis: No. No, you're not. You're a parole violator. You're in my c-custody. You're going with me to Seattle, where I will demand a full pardon and a parade... and a little pink poodle... on a keychain.
[the two laugh and smile]

Matty: Hi, Mommy.
Libby: Hello, sweetie pie. Oh, how are you, Matty? I think about you all the time, honey. I miss you so much. Are you doing okay, kiddo?
Matty: I love you.
Libby: Listen, Matty. I know this has been really hard, but Angie is gonna bring you up to see me next week, okay?
Matty: Yes, Mommy.
[the front door opens and Nick comes in]
Matty: Daddy!
Libby: Nick?
Angie: [mouthing quietly, gesturing to the phone] It's Libby.
Libby: Nick?

[Libby goes next door to the neighbor's house of Angela Green's former residence]
Libby: Excuse me?
Neighbor: Dear, whatever you're selling, I've already got two of them.

[the handsome internet expert helps Libby look for her friend Angela]
Handsome: Now, uh, what are you looking for?
Libby: A friend I haven't seen for a couple years. People said I should try the internet.
Handsome: This a boy... friend?
Libby: Girl.
Handsome: [the kid smiles] Okay. Well, in that case, I'll help you.

[Libby stirs a giant pot in the kitchen prison]
Margaret: Put some elbow grease behind that stirring. Nobody wants to eat any burnt tapioca.
Libby: Does it smell like it's burning?
Margaret: Oh, I swear you got shit for brains, girl.

Ensign: [about her childhood] I spent all of my time around technical equipment. My first friend was a tricorder.
Wesley: Really? My very first friend was a warp coil.

[Libby meets Travis with her box of personal belongings]
Travis: [Travis holds up a photo of Libby's son, Matty] Is this a problem for you?
Libby: No.
Travis: Yes, it is. Do you want to tell me about him?
Libby: [scoffs] No.
Travis: [Travis drops the photo back into her box] I'm gonna have trouble with you, Parsons.
Libby: No, sir. No, you're not. I learned my lesson. I just want to...
Travis: I'm not interested in your goddamn contrition. I'm interested in your behavior. Get out of here and behave yourself. You're in room eight on the second floor.

[Libby asks her attorney and friend, if he thinks she murdered her husband]
Libby: Do you think I killed him?
Bobby: That's the first rule of being a lawyer. What we think doesn't matter.
Libby: It matters to me.
Bobby: [Cutter lights his cigarette and pauses] No. Of course. I don't think you killed him.

[Suzanne Monroe introduces herself to Libby at the Hotel auction]
Suzanne: I don't believe we've met. I'm Suzanne Monroe.
Libby: I'm Libby. I'm his wife.
Suzanne: Well, Jonathan! A minute ago a bachelor, and now you're married. You don't waste any time. You been in New Orleans long?
Nick: She's, uh...
Libby: I'm just passing through town to pick up my child. I'll be leaving very soon.
Suzanne: How nice.
Libby: We're finally putting the past behind us and moving on with our lives, aren't we, Jonathan?
Nick: Sure.
Libby: I do have one question, though. How long were you and Angie fucking before you decided to get rid of me?
[the conversation goes silent as Suzanne Monroe clears her throat]