A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn’t care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he’ll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?
Interviewer (himself): How do you know so much?
Aron: I will tell you. I volunteer for the rescue service. I’m something of a, big fucking hard hero. I can do everything on my own.
Interviewer: I do see. Is it true that despite …or maybe because you’re a fucking hard hero … You didn’t tell anyone where you were going?
Aron: Yeah, that’s absolutely correct.
Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel, a whisper or the wave of a whisper, undulating down. My name is Salmon, like the fish. First name: Susie. I was 14 years old, when I was murdered on December 6th 1973. I was here for a moment, and then I was gone. I wish you all, a long, and happy life.
Ryan: How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you’re carrying a backpack. I want you to feel the straps on your shoulders. Feel them? Now I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life. You start with the little things, the things on shelves and in drawers, the knickknacks, the collectibles. Feel the weight as that adds up. Then you start adding larger stuff, clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, linens, your TV. The backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. And you go bigger. Your couch, bed, your kitchen table. Stuff it all in there. Your car, get it in there. Your home, whether it’s a studio apartment or a two-bedroom house. I want you to stuff it all into that backpack. Now try to walk. It’s kind of hard, isn’t it? This is what we do to ourselves on a daily basis. We weigh ourselves down until we can’t even move. And make no mistake, moving is living. Now, I’m gonna set that backpack on fire. What do you want to take out of it? Photos? Photos are for people who can’t remember. Drink some ginkgo and let the photos burn. In fact, let everything burn and imagine waking up tomorrow with nothing. It’s kind of exhilarating, isn’t it?
Harper Pitt: Valium, I take Valium. Lots of Valium.
Prior Walter: And you’re dancing as fast as you can.
Harper Pitt: I’m not addicted. I don’t believe in addiction and I… I never drink and I never take drugs.
Prior Walter: Well, smell you, Nancy Drew.
Harper Pitt: Except for Valium.
Prior Walter: Except Valium in wee fistfuls.
Harper Pitt: It’s terrible. Mormons are not supposed to be addicted to anything. I’m a Mormon.
Prior Walter: I’m a homosexual.
Harper Pitt: Oh. In my church, we don’t believe in homosexuals.
Prior Walter: In my church, we don’t believe in Mormons.
Prior: I usually say, “Fuck the truth,” but mostly, the truth fucks you.
Harper: I see something else about you…
Harper: Deep inside you, there’s a part of you, the most inner part, entirely free of disease. I can see that.
Prior: Is that… That isn’t true.
Harper: Threshold of revelation.
When I was young, I was a bit special but not special in a good way. I was always late everywhere because I was stuck in my world. I would look at things in the courtyard in the streets for hours. I even think I could hear voices but not the kind that tells you to save the world- other kind of voices. We’ve got two willies! Move it! Move it! Some parents would have been seriously worried, the doctors had prescribed tons of new medications but my mother said “no.” She just got me a polaroid camera and instead of looking at things for hours, I just photographed them.
I shall die here. Every inch of me will perish. Every inch but one. An inch… It is small, and fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and things get better. But I hope must of all that you understand that even though I will never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.
Martin, the James’ Butler: Shall we review your mother’s list?
Martin, the James’ Butler: Now, let’s see. Vitamins?
Martin, the James’ Butler: Minerals?
Martin, the James’ Butler: List of daily fruits and vegetables?
Annie: Check, check.
[Martin glances at Annie]
Annie: Check for fruits, check for vegetables. Go on.
Martin, the James’ Butler: Sunblock, lip balm, insect repellent, stationery, stamps, photographs of your mother, grandfather, and of course, your trusty butler, me.
Annie: Got it all, I think.
Martin, the James’ Butler: Oh, and here’s a little something from your grandfather.
[Holds up a deck of cards]
Martin, the James’ Butler: Spanking new deck of cards. Maybe you’ll actually find someone on this continent who can whip your tush at poker.
Annie: Well, I doubt it, but thanks, Martin.
Hallie: [playing poker with Annie at camp] I’ll tell you what. I’ll make you a little deal. Loser jumps into the lake after the game.
Hallie: Butt naked.
Annie: Even more excellent. Start unzipping Parker. Straight, in diamonds.
Hallie: You’re good James, but, you’re just not good enough. In your honor, a royal flush.Annie: That girl is without a doubt, the lowest, most awful creature to ever walk the planet!
Hallie: [watching from outside] Thank you, thank you very much.
Annie: Okay, this is Grandfather…
Hallie: He’s so cute! What do we call him?
Hallie: Why didn’t I think of that?…
Annie: Don’t shut your eyes!
Hallie: Oh, okay. Right. Sorry. Just got a little nervous.
Annie: You‘re nervous? An eleven year-old is cutting my hair!
Halie: That’s my dad.
Annie: And that’s my mum.
Halie: So if you’re mom is my mom. And my dad is your dad. And we’re both born on October 11th. Then you and I are like - like sisters.
Annie: Sisters. Halie, we’re like twins.
Hallie: So, doesn’t designing all these wedding gowns ever make you think about getting married again, or at least make you think about the F word?
Elizabeth: The F word?
Hallie: My father.
Excuse me. I apologize. Really, I’m so sorry. I think I just drank tar.
Elizabeth James: And I suppose you just expect me to go weak at the knees, and fall into your arms and cry hysterically. And say we’ll just figure this whole thing out. A bi-continental relationship with our daughters being raised here and there. And, you and I just picking up where we left off and growing old together. C’mon Nick what do you expect? To live happily ever after?
Nick Parker: Yes. To all of the above. Except you don’t have to cry hysterically.
Elizabeth James: Oh, yes I do.
JANE; I feel like I just found out my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
David : Hi ! [to himself] Pathetic.
Karen: So what’s this big news, then?
Daisy: We’ve been given our parts in the nativity play! And I’m the lobster.
Karen: The lobster?
Karen: In the nativity play?
Daisy: Yeah, first lobster.
Karen: There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?
Daniel: Aren’t you a bit young to be in love?
Daniel: Oh, well, okay… right. Well, I mean, I’m a little relieved.
Daniel: Well, because I thought it would be something worse.
Sam: Worse than the total agony of being in love?
Daniel: Oh. No, you’re right. Yeah, total agony.
Natalie: Oh, shut your face.
PRIME MINISTER: Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion…love actually is all around.
Almost finished? What else can there be? Are you gonna dip it in yogurt? Cover it with Chocolate Buttons?
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of world, I think about the arrival gate at Heathrow airport. General opinion makes out that we live in a world of hatred and greed but I don’t see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy but it’s always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives. Boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge. They were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.
So I wanna take a moment, I wanna talk about memory. No, better yet, I wanna talk about selective memory. You see, whatever happens here tonight may as well never have happened at all because this circle’s about as far as it’s ever gonna go. In other words, forget everything. Okay, good or bad, we don’t remember so we got nothing to talk about. Nothing, guys, nothing. Deal?
Max: [from the bottom of a pool] It’s been lovely chatting to you. And…and you are a spectacular vision. But any chance for a rope or a ladder?
Fanny: Bonjour. Vous avez choisi?
Max: I think so.
Fanny: Sure you don’t need more time?
Max: No, I know what I want.
Fanny: You’re sure?
Fanny: So, what is it to be?
Max: How’s the soup?
Fanny: The soup is finished.
Max: Like my job. The fish?
Fanny: We’ve run out.
Max: That’s like me with excuses.
Fanny: Don’t waste my time. Choose something we have.
Max: I would like a lifetime spent with an irrational and suspicious goddess. Some short-tempered jealousy on the side. And a bottle of wine that tastes like you. And a glass that’s never empty.
MILES: Let me rephrase this. Why am I attracted to a person I know isn’t good?
IRIS: I happen to know the answer to this. Because you’re hoping you’re wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she’s no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and suprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she’s not for you.
Iris: Okay, hold please.I can’t believe you had sex with the woman staying in my house!
Iris: Low point! Low point.
Iris: I’m Iris. I’m very normal.
LAUREN; Hello, troops.
JAKE; Why are you still here?
LAUREN; I don’t know… you and mom sleeping in the same house? Harley thought we should stay.
HARLEY; She exaggerates. I just thought perhaps you might want to talk later or… is that the noodle thing?
JAKE; [finishes his bite] Oh, I’m sorry. I think I ate it all.
I’M THE GUY. I’M THE GUY!
“You’re not going to let me in there, are you? You’ve got your armour back on. That’s that.”
“I have no armour left. You’ve stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me - whatever is left of me - whatever I am - I’m yours.”
I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful… literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you.
Ken: Coming up?
Ray: What’s up there?
Ken: The view.
Ray: The view of what? The view of down here? I can see that down here.
Ken: Ray, you are about the worst tourist in the whole world.
Ray: Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin. If I grew up on a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me but I didn’t, so it doesn’t.
Declan: That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!
Anna: No it isn’t.
Declan: Yeah it is.
Anna: It’s a tradition. It’s a romantic tradition.
Declan: It’s a day for desperate women trying to trap themselves a man who clearly doesn’t want to get married. You gotta know that if your man wants to propose, he’d have done it already—FACT.
Declan: He must be something special.
Declan: Ya fella.
Anna: Oh yeah he is. He’s a cardiologist.
Prime Minister: God, you weigh a lot.
Declan O’Callaghan, and I should probably learn your middle name, here is my proposal. I propose we not make plans. I propose we give this thing a chance and let it work out how it works out. So what do you say? Do you want to not make plans with me?
Declan: Mrs. O’Brady Callahan. Where the hell are you going?
Anna: You said no.
Declan: I didn’t say no….I didn’t say anything.
Anna: You walked away.
Declan: I was getting something.
Anna: Really? That was a good time to go get something?
Declan: Yeah, it was actually.
Declan: I don’t want not to make plans with you. I want to make plans with you.
Anna: You do?
Declan: Yeah, I do. I reject your proposal. I don’t want to not make plans with you. I want to make plans with you. Will you marry me?
ANDREW: Yes, Margaret?
MARGARET: Sweet Andrew.
ANDREW: I’m listening.
MARGARET: Would you please, with cherries on top, marry me?
ANDREW: Okay. I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, but I’ll do it. See you at the airport tomorrow.
Though she never would have admitted it to anyone, Emma felt, just for one moment, a strange sensation that maybe through her own endeavors she was about to lose something that might never be recovered
“Ungenerous? I am the soul of generosity.”
“Yes, of course you are. So there must be cake!”
You must wrap up warm, Emma. In case some of the young dancers do something remarkably reprehensible like opening a window
Harriet: Oh dear, I can’t decipher!
Emma: Well, look here. ‘The wealth and pomp of kings.’ Kings. What does that suggest? Perhaps a court? And ‘the monarch of the seas.’ Seas. Maybe a ship.
Harriet: Ship? Court… Ship-court! Is that it?
Emma: Try again. What might ‘ship’ and ‘court’ signify?
Knightley: Really, it is better to be without wits than apply them as you do, Emma.
Emma: There! See how you add force to my argument! Men don’t like girls who argue
EMMA: Well then let us, as you say, live in the real world where men, of course, always reject a girl with a pretty face in favor of one with a well-informed mind.
MR. KNIGHTLEY: What—
EMMA: Oh no, no, no. I bow to your superior knowledge. You’re sixteen years more experienced — you must know best! Harriet with her good looks and her easy temperament will be right at the back of the queue with your sex when it comes to choosing a mate! Now we have both made our argument. Let us not quarrel.
MR. KNIGHTLEY: Really, it is better to be without wits than apply them as you do, Emma!
EMMA: There! Don’t you see how you add force to my argument? Men don’t like girls who argue! Harriet is just the sort of girl every man wants: she bewitches his senses and satisfies him that he is always right. Were you to ever marry, she’ll be just the sort of woman for you.
MR. KNIGHTLEY: HA!
EMMA: Mark my words. Harriet can pick and choose. Here she is, right at the beginning of her life. Why should she accept the first offer she receives?
Mr. Knightley: I came back to say this, Emma. As you make no secret of your match-making, I assume that you would not have taken this drastic step unless you had another suitor in mind. And, as a friend, I will just hint to you that if Elton is the chosen man, Elton will not do. He knows he is a very handsome young man and will never marry cheaply. I’ve heard him speak with great animation of a large family of young ladies who all have twenty thousand apiece. Harriet and Robert are not your playthings, your dolls. To be told what to do and marry under the table at your bidding. They’re flesh and blood! And one day, you will bitterly regret your meddling.
Mr Knightley: Who will you dance with, hm?
Emma: Why you, if you will ask me.
Mr Knightley: Will you dance, dear Emma?
Emma: “Thank you.”
Knightley: “For what?”
Emma: “Your secret is out. You dance better then anyone.”
I was thinking how at home you looked. You might be mistress of this house.
EMMA: How stupid I am (breathing loudly) How blind I’ve been ! Harriet and Mr Knitghley ? I have been so busy managing everyone else’s heart I do not know my own. Forth Mr Knightley is to mary anyone that someone should surely be me. Too late … Too late … and it is all my own fault.
EMMA: Wait! Please stop! I’m sorry. We are old friends. I will hear anything you want about anyone and I will tell you exactly what I think as your friend.
MR. KNIGHTLEY: I don’t — friends indeed. I do want you to be honest so tell me. Have I no chance of succeeding? My dearest Emma. For that is what you always have been and you always will be. My most beloved Emma. I cannot make speeches. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. I have lectured you and scolded you and you have borne it as no other woman would have.
EMMA: Can this be true?
MR. KNIGHTLEY: You’ll get nothing but the truth from me. So tell me what you think.
EMMA: I find I do not know what to think.
“I examined my own heart. And there you were — never, I fear, to be removed”
You know I love you, and I always will. But we can never marry. That’s all.
Emma: You must know I could never leave him!
Mr. Knightley: Of course. Your father. I too have been giving it some thought.
Emma: He has spent the whole of my life terrified that this would happen, that I would be taken away from Hartfield. He could not bear it, and I will not do it! [starts to leave again]
Mr. Knightley: As I said— [stops her] As I said, I have been putting my mind to a solution.
Emma: There is no solution!
Mr. Knightley: Well, I have been thinking. [holds her hands] Now, my heart… [brings their clasped hands near her heart] is here. And what does it matter where I live, if my heart is in the right place? I will move to Hartfield for as long as necessary.
Emma: You would do that… for me?
Mr. Knightley: I might walk back and forth a couple of times a month for my constitution. But I would do far more without a second thought.
Cher: You think that’s all I do, I’m just a ditz with a credit card?
Josh: No, no, ah, that’s not what I meant. You’re young and beautiful…and…
Josh: And, well, uh, what?
Cher: You think I’m beautiful?
Josh: You know your gorgeous, alright? And popular, and, um, and… but this is not why I, you know, I come here. This is a good learning experience for me.
Cher: You already said that.