A young couple move into an apartment, only to be surrounded by peculiar neighbors and occurrences. When the wife becomes mysteriously pregnant, paranoia over the safety of her unborn child begins to control her life.

Minnie Castevet: He chose you, honey! From all the women in the world to be the mother of his only living son!
Edward "Hutch" Hutchins: Pregnant women are supposed to gain, not lose weight!
[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!
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.
Minnie Castevet: Oh, are you *preg*nant?
Rosemary Woodhouse: I dreamed someone was raping me. I think it was someone inhuman.
Guy Woodhouse: Thanks a lot.
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!
Mrs. Gilmore: We're your friends, Rosemary. There's nothing to be scared about. Honest and truly there isn't!
[First lines]
Guy Woodhouse: Are you a doctor?
Guy Woodhouse: Yes. Yes.
Rosemary Woodhouse: He's an actor.
Mr. Nicklas: Oh,an actor. We're very popular with actors. Have I, uh, seen you in anything?
Guy Woodhouse: Well,let's see, I-I did "Hamlet" a while back, didn't I, Liz? And then we did "The, uh, The Sandpiper" and then...
Rosemary Woodhouse: He's joking. He was in "Luther" and "Nobody Loves an Albatross" and a lot of television plays and commercials.
Mr. Nicklas: Well, that's where the money is, isn't it? Commercials.
Guy Woodhouse: And the artistic thrills, too!
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!
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: Pain, begone, I will have no more of thee!
Rosemary Woodhouse: They use blood in their rituals, and the blood with the most power is baby's blood!
Roman Castevet: To 1966! The year One.
Rosemary Woodhouse: This is no dream! This is really happening!
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?
Joan Jellico, Rosemary's Girlfriend: You dirty stinking secret keeper!
Edward "Hutch" Hutchins: I see you had another suicide up there at, uh, Happy House.
Rosemary Woodhouse: I look awful.
Guy Woodhouse: What are you talking about? You look great. It's that haircut that looks awful.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Tannis, anyone?
Rosemary Woodhouse: Awful things happen in every apartment house.
Mr. Nicklas: That's *odd*!
Rosemary Woodhouse: Witches... All of them witches!
Minnie Castevet: Now! That's what I call the long arm of coincidence!
Rosemary Woodhouse: Isn't Hutch coming with us?
Skipper: Catholics only, Miss. I'm afraid that we're bound by these prejudices.
Rosemary Woodhouse: I understand.
Elise Dunstan: Why, congratulations, papa!
Guy Woodhouse: Thanks! There was nothing to 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!
Grace Cardiff: He told me to make sure and tell you: the name is an anagram.
Roman Castevet: Rosemary...
Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up.
Roman Castevet: Rosemary...
Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up. You're in Dubrovnik, I don't hear you.
Minnie Castevet: Anyone! Anyone! It didn't have to be a no-good slut straight from the gutter. Just as long as she is young, healthy and not a virgin!
Rosemary Woodhouse: I thought you were Victoria Vetri, the actress.
Terry Gionoffrio: That's OK. Everybody thinks I'm Victoria. I don't see the resemblance, though.
Dr. Abe Sapirstein: Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! What did you say the name was? Machado?
Rosemary Woodhouse: It has an under-taste.
[pause]
Rosemary Woodhouse: A chalky under-taste.
Roman Castevet: I think we're offending Rosemary...
Rosemary Woodhouse: I wasn't offended, really I wasn't.
Roman Castevet: You're not religious, my dear, are you?
Rosemary Woodhouse: I was brought up a Catholic... now, I don't know.
Guy Woodhouse: [on Rosemary's decision to switch doctors] You know what Dr. Hill is? He's a Charlie Nobody, that's who he is!
Rosemary Woodhouse: I'm tired of hearing about how great Dr. Sapirstein is!
Guy Woodhouse: Well, I won't let you do it Ro.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Why not?
Guy Woodhouse: Well, because... because it wouldn't be fair to Sapirstein.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Not fair to Sap... - what do you mean? What about what's fair to me?
Roman Castevet: [Terry is dead on the street] I knew this would happen. I kept telling my wife that she would kill herself, but she pooh pooh'd me.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Unspeakable... unspeakable!
Minnie Castevet: [whispers] Easy! Easy! You've got her too high!
Minnie Castevet: As long as she ate the mouse, she can't see nor hear. Now sing.
Mrs. John F. Kennedy: I'm sorry to hear you aren't feeling well.
Rosemary Woodhouse: It's just a mouse bite.
Mrs. John F. Kennedy: Perhaps you'd better have your legs tied down in case of convulsions.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Yes, I suppose so. If it was rabid...
Mrs. John F. Kennedy: If the music bothers you, please let me know and I'll have it stopped.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh, no, no, no. Please don't change the program on my account...
Mrs. John F. Kennedy: All right. Now, try to sleep. We'll be waiting for you up on deck.
Rosemary Woodhouse: What's in this drink?
Minnie Castevet: Snips and snails and puppy dog's tails.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh? And what if we wanted a girl?
Minnie Castevet: Do you?
Rosemary Woodhouse: Well, it would be nice if the first one was a boy.
Rosemary Woodhouse: [crying] I *won't* have an abortion!
Joan Jellico, Rosemary's Girlfriend: But nobody's telling you to have an abortion!
Elise Dunstan: Rosie, a pain like that is a clear sign that something is not right. We just want you to get another opinion, see someone else, that's all.
Tiger, Rosemary's girlfriend: Yeah, some doctor besides that... that... *nut*!
Guy Woodhouse: Good ol' Hutch, he's spreading cheer wherever he goes. I'm gonna get a newspaper, honey.
[pause]
Guy Woodhouse: He's a professional crepe-hanger.
Rosemary Woodhouse: He's not a professional crepe-hanger.
Guy Woodhouse: Then he's one of the top-ranking amateurs.
Minnie Castevet: [through the wall] ... and please don't tell me what Laura-Louise said, 'cause I'm *not* interested!

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