Lots of quotables from 24 Hour Party People, but here’s some of my faves:
Tony Wilson: Can I get you half a lager?
Rob Gretton: You can get me a pint.
Martin Hannett: Well, this is goodbye. I mean, we obviously have nothing in common. I’m a genius, you’re all fucking wankers. You’ll never see me again. You don’t deserve to see me again.
Tony Wilson: Well, it’s written in the Bible, isn’t it? ‘God made man in His own image’.
Rob Gretton: Yeah, but not a specific man.
Tony Wilson: No, but if you’d have spoken to Him, He would have looked like you. But you didn’t, I did. And he looked like me.
Rob Gretton: [smoking a joint] Fucking top gear, man.
Rob Gretton: You know your trouble, Tony? You don’t know what you are. I fucking know what you are, but you don’t know what you are.
Tony Wilson: Well, my curiosity’s got the better of me, Rob, tell me, what am I?
Rob Gretton: You’re a cunt.
Tony Wilson: Well, you see I knew that, you see, that was something I did know.
Tony Wilson: What’s wrong with London Records?
Rob Gretton: The name, for a start.
Tony Wilson: It looks fucking great actually – yeah, really nice. It’s beautiful – but useless. And as William Morris once said: “Nothing useless can be truly beautiful.”
Tony Wilson: F. Scott Fitzgerald famously said there were no second acts. But this is Manchester: We do things differently here.
Tony Wilson: But I agree with John Ford: when you have to choose between the truth and the legend, print the legend.
“This is no dream! This is really happening!” -Rosemary’s Baby
“Wipe that face off your head, bitch.” -Dazed and Confused
Alice Harford: I do love you and you know there is something very important we need to do as soon as possible.
Dr. Bill Harford: What’s that?
Alice Harford: Fuck.
i guess that’s dialogue but i love that..
“All right, Mr. De Mille, I’m ready for my close up”.
Gloria Swanson in SUNSET BOULEVARD
“You don’t understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could’ve been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.”
Marlon Brando in ON THE WATERFRONT
“You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.”
Lauren Bacall in TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Matthew Broderick in FERRIS BUELLERS DAY OFF
“Two things are important in life: for men, women; for women, money.”
Jean-Pierre Melville in A BOUT DE SOUFFLE
Why are there people like Frank? (Blue Velvet)
“If they move, kill ’em.” – William Holden, The Wild Bunch
“Mister, we deal in lead.” – Steve McQueen, The Magnificent Seven (or : We deal in lead, friend)
“Now let’s cut the re-bop” – Marlon Brando, A Streetcar Named Desire
“Nobody puts baby in the corner”
christ, i hate that movie…
“Fine. Here’s to your fuck, Frank”
christ, i love that movie…
“I’m going to flip you over and break my dick off in that naughty ass. And when I get in there so deep, that it makes your breathe smell like dick smell. And then I’m gonna cum in your dick smelling mouth so hard that it shoots out your ass!”
—Young People Fucking
christ, i love that line. the movie, well…
“…you don’t know who I am. You don’t know how I feel, what I think. And if I tried to explain it the rest of your life you will never understand.”
— Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
“I forgot my mantra” Jeff Goldblooms first film line(?) from Annie Hall
Just saw this last night:
From Sexy Beast
Don: “Shut up, cunt. You louse. You got some fuckin’ neck ain’t you. Retired? Fuck off, you’re revolting. Look at your suntan, it’s leather, it’s like leather man, your skin. We could make a fucking suitcase out of you. Like a crocodile, fat crocodile, fat bastard. You look like fucking Idi Amin, you know what I mean? Stay here? You should be ashamed of yourself. Who do you think you are? King of the castle? Cock of the walk?
What you think this is the wheel of fortune? You think you can make your dough and fuck off? Leave the table? Thanks Don, see you Don, off to sunny Spain now Don, fuck off Don. Lying in your pool like a fat blob laughing at me, you think I’m gonna have that? You really think I’m gonna have that, ya ponce. All right, I’ll make it easy for you. God knows you’re fucking trying. Are you gonna do the job? It’s not a difficult question, are you gonna do the job, yes or no?”
“well let’s face it, it never really made much sense that objects that heavy should become lighter than air. but as with many pre-existing phenomena we sort of work backwards to come up with scientific justification. the so called Brunulli effect postulates that air currents set into rotation beneath a wings surface create a vacuum, producing lift and so forth. it that sounds like a load of crap that’s because well, it is. but we needed an explanation. we all feared than one day it would just cease to function, that common sense would prevail and the whole theory of flight would collapse. and today of course that’s exactly what’s happened. flight no longer works. i should also point out that i have grave doubts about electricity.”
-Schitzoplolis (Maximum Busy Muscle)
“I was born when she kissed me, I died when she left me, I lived for a few weeks while she loved me”
L O N E L Y
P L A C E
“The real people want to be imaginary and the imaginary people wish they were real” – Purple Rose of Cairo
“Does your dog bite?”
“I thought you said your dog did not bite!”
“That is not my dog.” – Pink Panther
“If it does turn out there is a God, I don’t think he’s evil. I think the worst you can say about him is that he’s an underachiever.” – Love and Death
“I passed through the seven levels of the Candy Cane forest, through the sea of swirly twirly gum drops, and then I walked through the Lincoln Tunnel.”
“Buddy the Elf! What’s your favorite color?”
“I just like to smile. Smiling’s my favorite.”
“Just nice to meet another human that shares my affinity for elf culture.”
“Does syrup have sugar in it? Then YES!”
“Watch out! The yellow ones don’t stop.”
“It’s just like Santa’s workshop! Except it smells like mushrooms… and everyone looks like they wanna hurt me.”
“You stink! You smell like beef and cheese! You don’t smell like Santa!”
“There’s no singing in the North Pole.” “Yes there is!”
“I’m a cotton-headed ninnymuggins.”
“Francisco! That’s fun to say! Francisco… Frannncisco… Franciscooo…”
Lite: “You read that book I gave you? Dioretix. Science of matter over mind. You better read it. And quick. That book can change your life.”
I’m a rap-tor
Do-in’ what I can
Gonna eat everything til the appearance of man
I’m livin’ below the soil
I’ll be back but I’m comin’ as oil
from La Dolce Vita:
Steiner: “È la pace che mi fa paura… Temo la pace più di ogni altra cosa..” (Peace frightens me…)
(from Englar Alheimsins – one of my favourite movies)
Dr: You’re schizophrenic and I think schizophrenia is deeply rooted in the Icelandic character. Look at all that belief in elves and spirits, ghosts and trolls. It’s an evidence of a split personality.
Þáll: NATO made me crazy. I was born on the day Iceland joined NATO. Every year the communists protest against my birthday.
Dr: Isn’t that going a bit far?
Þáll: No, it’s all the same thing. The mental hospital and society.
Þáll: Just read the NATO treaty.
Dr: I never did get round to doing that.
Þáll: No, you lot can never be bothered to think about such things. We are given medication to keep us under control. Big doses to counteract the symptoms of insanity, with high protein binding and a strong effect on signals to the brain. But societies use weapons to defend themselves against all the madness in the world. So the world’s a madman in microcosm, deranged, a split personality with chronic psychosis. That’s why I say that when Iceland joined NATO, the chaos inside my head was ratified by this country’s government.
“It’s too late, Diana. There’s nothing left in you that I can live with. You’re one of Howard’s humanoids. If I stay with you, I’ll be destroyed. Like Howard Beale was destroyed. Like Laureen Hobbs was destroyed. Like everything you and the institution of television touch is destroyed. You’re television incarnate, Diana: Indifferent to suffering; insensitive to joy. All of life is reduced to the common rubble of banality. War, murder, death are all the same to you as bottles of beer. And the daily business of life is a corrupt comedy. You even shatter the sensations of time and space into split seconds and instant replays. You’re madness, Diana. Virulent madness. And everything you touch dies with you. But not me. Not as long as I can feel pleasure, and pain… and love.
And it’s a happy ending: Wayward husband comes to his senses, returns to his wife, with whom he has established a long and sustaining love. Heartless young woman left alone in her arctic desolation. Music up with a swell; final commercial. And here are a few scenes from next week’s show."
from Lumet’s “Network”
Female Reporter: Thank you, Velveeta. Well, it started off boring and slow with Not Sure trying to bullshit everyone with a bunch of smart talk: ‘Blah blah blah. You gotta believe me!’ That part of the trial sucked! But then the Chief J. just went off. He said, ‘Man, whatever! The guy’s guilty as shit! We all know that.’ And he sentenced his ass to one night of rehabilitation.
Raymond Passworthy: Oh, God, is there ever to be any age of happiness? Is there never to be any rest? Oswald Cabal: Rest enough for the individual man – too much, and too soon – and we call it death. But for Man, no rest and no ending. He must go on, conquest beyond conquest. First this little planet with its winds and ways, and then all the laws of mind and matter that restrain him. Then the planets about him and at last out across immensity to the stars. And when he has conquered all the deeps of space and all the mysteries of time, still he will be beginning. Raymond Passworthy: But… we’re such little creatures. Poor humanity’s so fragile, so weak. Little… little animals. Oswald Cabal: Little animals. If we’re no more than animals, we must snatch each little scrap of happiness and live and suffer and pass, mattering no more than all the other animals do or have done. Is it this? Or that? All the universe? Or nothingness? Which shall it be, Passworthy? Which shall it be?
Things to Come (1936, Menzies)
The Schofield Kid: It don’t seem real… how he ain’t gonna never breathe again, ever… how he’s dead. And the other one too. All on account of pulling a trigger.
Will Munny: It’s a hell of a thing, killing a man. Take away all he’s got and all he’s ever gonna have.
The Schofield Kid: Yeah, well, I guess they had it coming.
Will Munny: We all got it coming, kid.
“It’s too bad she won’t live, but then again who does?”
“Don’t be so gloomy. After all it’s not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love – they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long Holly.”
- The Third Man
The whole narration during the opening to Trainspotting.
“I think I shot marvin in the face?”
“Where you wanna go Javie’?”
“What the heck ya mean?”
“One dead fingernail”
“It’s been exacally a year and a day”
“Don’t bother to buckle up, you might not want to survive this”
“Where’s your urge to purge?…..oh fuck it!”
“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw Heather”
“Anybody order a loveburger?…..Well done.”
“Mike Dexter is a God, Mike Dexter is a role model, Mike Dexter is an asshole.”
-Can’t Hardly Wait
anything and everything from Pulp Fiction.
“I saved Latin. What have you done?” Rushmore
Sick Boy: It’s certainly a phenomenon in all walks of life.
Renton: What do you mean?
Sick Boy: Well, at one time, you’ve got it, and then you lose it, and it’s gone forever. All walks of life: George Best, for example. Had it, lost it. Or David Bowie, or Lou Reed…
Renton: Some of his solo stuff’s not bad.
Sick Boy: No, it’s not bad, but it’s not great either. And in your heart you kind of know that although it sounds all right, it’s actually just shite.
Renton: So who else?
Sick Boy: Charlie Nicholas, David Niven, Malcolm McLaren, Elvis Presley…
Renton: OK, OK, so what’s the point you’re trying to make?
Sick Boy: All I’m trying to do is help you understand that The Name of The Rose is merely a blip on an otherwise uninterrupted downward trajectory.
Renton: What about The Untouchables?
Sick Boy: I don’t rate that at all.
Renton: Despite the Academy Award?
Sick Boy: That means fuck all. Its a sympathy vote.
Renton: Right. So we all get old and then we can’t hack it anymore. Is that it?
Sick Boy: Yeah.
Renton: That’s your theory?
Sick Boy: Yeah. Beautifully fucking illustrated.
Oh, and how could I forget:
“Ladies and gentlemen… what is destiny? This jump is dedicated to fathers. … Frank, I’m going to get you better, you old sack of shit, and then I’m going to uncork the ass beating of a lifetime on you — and you will respect me! PEACE!”
“I’ve often thought there should be beauty contests for the insides of bodies.
You know, best spleen… most perfectly developed kidneys…
Why don’t we have standards of beauty for the entire human body,
… inside and out?”
- Dead Ringers