Age: 74
female
Margo Martindale (born July 18, 1951) is an American film, stage, and television actress. In 2011, she won an Emmy Award for her role as Mags Bennett on Justified. She has played supporting roles in several films, including The Hours, Million Dollar Baby as Hilary Swank's character's mother, The Firm, Lorenzo's Oil, Marvin's Room, The Savages, and Paris, je t'aime. She was also nominated for a Tony Award for Best Featured Actress in 2004. Margo Martindale was born July 18, 1951, in Jacksonville, Texas, to parents William Everett and Margaret (Pruitt) Martindale. In addition to owning and operating a lumber company in Jacksonville, her father was known as a champion dog handler in Texas and throughout the southern United States. Margo was the youngest of three children and only daughter. Her oldest brother is professional golfer and golf course designer Billy Martindale. Middle child, brother Bobby Tim, died in 2004. Margo Martindale participated in golf, cheerleading and drama while in school and was crowned "Football Sweetheart" as well as "Miss Jacksonville High School 1969." Following graduation from Jacksonville High School in 1969, Martindale attended Lon Morris College, then transferred to the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor. While at Michigan, she also did summer study at Harvard University, appearing onstage with future movie and TV stars Jonathan Frakes and Christopher Reeve. Description above from the Wikipedia article Margo Martindale, licensed under CC-BY-SA, full list of contributors on Wikipedia.
Margo Martindale
Mrs. Bennett
for Mrs. Bennett in Pride and Papercuts Movie
Suggested by melindabarkley
Hate is a strong word. Depending on the company, loathe is a good substitute. Abhor might be a little fancy, but it gets the job done. But the word that really sums up how I feel about Liam Darcy is, without question, hate. He doesn’t seem to think much of me either. The second he lays his fault-seeking eyes on me, he sets out to oppose me. Everything about him is imposing, as if he consumes the nearby air to power the rise and fall of his broad chest, and it’s clear he resents my presence on his advertising team. Every idea I have is shot down. Every olive branch I offer is set on fire by nothing more than the blistering coals he calls eyes. In return, I light him up with my words. It’s not as if he can dismiss me, since I work for his client, Wasted Words. Instead, he’s forced to tolerate me, which seems the closest we’ll ever be to friends. Fine by me. I can be civil and still hate Liam Darcy. But if there’s more to him than his exterior shows, I won’t be able to hate him at all. I might stumble over that line between love and hate and fall right into his arms.
