Martha Ellen Scott
| Sign | Virgo |
| Born | Sep 22, 1912 Jamesport, MO |
| Died | May 28, 2003 Van Nuys, CA |
| Age | Died at 90 |
| Final Resting PlaceJamesport Masonic Cemetery | |
Martha Scott | |
| Job | Film, television and stage actress |
| Years active | 1940-1990 |
| Top Roles | Herself, Jane Peyton, Olivia, Emily Webb, Hope Morris Spence |
| Top Genres | Drama, Romance, War, Historical, Western, Comedy |
| Top Topics | Book-Based, Romance (Drama), Religious |
| Top Collaborators | William Wyler (Director), Cecil B. DeMille (Director), Dan White, Fredric March |
| Shares birthday with | Paul Muni, John Houseman, Erich von Stroheim see more.. |
Martha Scott Overview:
Legendary character actress, Martha Scott, was born Martha Ellen Scott on Sep 22, 1912 in Jamesport, MO. Scott died at the age of 90 on May 28, 2003 in Van Nuys, CA and was laid to rest in Jamesport Masonic Cemetery in Jamesport, Daviess County, MO.
MINI BIO:
Appealing strawberry blonde American actress who always seemed to be required to age in her films: ironically, her youthful looks faded fast and she had a very short star career, although she continued to crop up through the years in mother roles. She received an Oscar nomination for Our Town. (Source: available at Amazon Quinlan's Film Stars).HONORS and AWARDS:
.Although Scott was nominated for one Oscar, she never won a competitive Academy Award.
Academy Awards
| Year | Award | Film name | Role | Result |
| 1940 | Best Actress | Our Town (1940) | Emily Webb | Nominated |
She was honored with one star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in the category of Live Performance.
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Martha Scott Quotes:
John Stevens:
[Reading from J. M. Barrie's book, The Little Minister] The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another.
Ella Bishop: [Interrupting] Would you mind reading that again? Just the last sentence.
John Stevens: The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story... and writes another.
Ella Bishop: I suppose that's true, isn't it? We dream dreams and... Do go on.
Bithiah: Moses, do not enter! There is only sorrow here.
Moses: Are you comforting it, Mother? I followed you here to find this woman Yocha... You were the woman who was caught between the stones.
Yochabel: Until you come.
Bithiah: My son, if you love me, you will...
Moses: I love you, Mother, but am I your son? Or yours?
Yochabel: No, you are not my son. If you believe that men and women are cattle to be driven under the lash, if you can bow before idols of stone and golden images of beasts, you are not my son.
Moses: Will you swear in the name of your god that you are not my mother?
Yochabel: We do not even know His name.
Moses: Then look into my eyes and tell me you are not my mother.
Yochabel: [shaking her head] Oh, Moses, Moses. I can not. I can not.
[Yochabel, then heavily wept, on Moses' arms]
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Ella Bishop: [Interrupting] Would you mind reading that again? Just the last sentence.
John Stevens: The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story... and writes another.
Ella Bishop: I suppose that's true, isn't it? We dream dreams and... Do go on.
Bithiah: Moses, do not enter! There is only sorrow here.
Moses: Are you comforting it, Mother? I followed you here to find this woman Yocha... You were the woman who was caught between the stones.
Yochabel: Until you come.
Bithiah: My son, if you love me, you will...
Moses: I love you, Mother, but am I your son? Or yours?
Yochabel: No, you are not my son. If you believe that men and women are cattle to be driven under the lash, if you can bow before idols of stone and golden images of beasts, you are not my son.
Moses: Will you swear in the name of your god that you are not my mother?
Yochabel: We do not even know His name.
Moses: Then look into my eyes and tell me you are not my mother.
Yochabel: [shaking her head] Oh, Moses, Moses. I can not. I can not.
[Yochabel, then heavily wept, on Moses' arms]
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