Ann Quotes in Slaughter (1972)

Hoffo: [Hoffo sees Ann staring at Slaughter] What are you looking at?

Ann: A handsome man.

Hoffo: [Under his breath] Lousy, stinking nigger.

Ann: He said not to ever do that to me again. He said that if you do he'll have you taken off to prison and locked up and you'll never ever see me again, and you'll have to eat ice-cream on your own.

Adele: You went too far with the ice cream business. He did not say that.

Ann: Yes, he did.

Adele: No, he did not.

Ann: And he wants to adopt me. He finds me very attractive.

Adele: ...Thank you Ann, Thank you. And your fiance will be back here in 2 minutes to see if we moved the car.

Ann: You don't have a job in the Los Angeles school district.

Adele: I have an interview, and a great outfit.

Ann: I hate the Beach Boys!... They're too happy and sunny!

Ann: This is like being kidnapped, you don't understand that do you?

Adele: I wish someone had kidnapped me when I was your age

Ann: So do I

Peter: I wrote some songs! You want to hear one?

Ann: Not now, Peter.

Peter: You want to feel my pulse? It's beating really fast.

Ann: [on the phone] Do you ever think about me?

Hisham Badir: Ann, do you need me to help out in some way?

Ann: What?

Hisham Badir: Do you need some money?

Ann: That's a terrible thing to say. I just wanted to talk to you. You're my father and I thought maybe I could see you.

Hisham Badir: Well I thought perhaps your mother asked you to.

Ann: [interrupts] My mother didn't ask me to do anything. Why would you say that?

Hisham Badir: You know your mother.

Ann: Yes I do know my mother and this isn't about your money. She has nothing to do with this.

Hisham Badir: Ann, I don't know what to say. Look I'm in the middle of something.

[pauses]

Hisham Badir: Can I?

Ann: [crying] You're not even glad that I called are you? You don't care if you ever see me again. You don't give a damn about me, do you? You know, I'm sorry I called you.

Adele: You live in Beverly Hills?

Gail Letterfine: No, I live in Santa Monica. Formerly from Bel Air. Formerly Brentwood. I've had a lot of formerlies in my life!

[laughs]

Gail Letterfine: But I'm fine now. I'm single, I'm free, and I love it! Well, most of the time.

Ann: Excuse me.

[exits]

Adele: She wants to be an actress.

Gail Letterfine: [gasps] Don't they all?

Adele: When you were four years old your father left you in the middle of the night!

Ann: So what! You left my stepfather in the middle of the afternoon.

Adele: You never were a small-town girl.

Ann: Thanks for knowing that, Mom.

Ann: Are those initials on your underwear?

Peter: Yeah... My mom has it done. She's an initial freak.

Ann: Take them off and bring them to me.

Peter: I want to kiss you.

Ann: ...Okay.

Adele: Where are you going?

Ann: Japan.

Adele: You're not having sex with anybody are you?

Ann: What?

Adele: You know?

Ann: No, I don't know.

Adele: [Looks at her and tilts head, staring]

Ann: [Tilts head back, staring]

Ann: [narrative] My mother didn't know it but I had already applied to Brown University in Rhode Island. Peter tried to talk me into going to Berkeley but my heart was set on the east coast.

Ann: Are those initials on your underwear?

Peter: Yeah, my mom has that done. Initial freak.

Ann: Take them off and bring them to me.

Adele: Ann! Come here, sweetie. This is Dr. Spritzer. This is my daughter, Ann.

Josh Spritzer: Ahh, a big girl.

Adele: Oh yes! We're more like sisters.

Josh Spritzer: So you're the actress, I hear.

Ann: Oh no! Not me, her. My mom. My mom's the actress.

Adele: Silly girl, don't be shy. Dr. Spritzer's an orthodontist and he works with the actresses. He did Heather Locklear. Her teeth.

Benny: You know what?

Ann: What?

Benny: Your boobs are getting big.

Ann: Shut up!

Benny: [giggling] Mary Girling and Julie Eastman.

[motions boobs on his chest]

Benny: Getting really big ones!

Ann: Don't be gross.

Benny: Oh, boobs aren't gross. Boobs are beautiful.

[laughs]

Ann: [Ann is pleading with John not to commit suicide] Please don't give up. We'll start all over again. Just you and I. It isn't too late. The John Doe movement isn't dead yet. You see, John, it isn't dead or they wouldn't be here. It's alive in them. They kept it alive by being afraid. That's why they came up here. Oh, darling!... We can start clean now. Just you and I. It'll grow John, and it'll grow big because it'll be honest this time. Oh, John, if it's worth dying for, it's worth living for. Oh please, John... You wanna be honest, don't ya? Well, you don't have to die to keep the John Doe ideal alive. Someone already died for that once. The first John Doe. And he's kept that ideal alive for nearly 2,000 years. It was He who kept it alive in them. And He'll go on keeping it alive for ever and always - for every John Doe movement these men kill, a new one will be born. That's why those bells are ringing, John. They're calling to us, not to give up but to keep on fighting, to keep on pitching. Oh, don't you see darling? This is no time to give up. You and I, John, we... Oh, no, no, John. If you die, I want to die too. Oh, oh, I love you.

Ann: If it was raining hundred dollar bills, you'd be out looking for a dime you lost someplace!

Ann: Everything in that speech is what a certain man believed in. He was my father. When he talked people listened. They will listen to you too.

[trying to get into an old dress of hers]

Ann: I can't imagine anything hanging in the closet shrinking so much.

Ann: If you had it all to do over again, would you still have married me?

David: Honestly, no.

Ann: David, if you want your freedom, I don't want to be the kind of a wife who clings to her husband when she's not wanted.

David: Darling, I do want to be married to you. I love you. I worship you. I am used to you. How do we always get into these things?

Ann: If my only hold on you is that you're used to me?

David: Oh, darling, you've got the whole thing wrong. I don't know what I'd do without you. You are my little girl.

Ann: Now, mother, don't worry. David will do all right by your little girl.

David: Either our noses have changed or they've - built a livery stable around here somewhere.

Ann: It's not exactly Chanel 5.

Ann: Eat your soup dear.

David: There's something wrong with that soup.

Ann: It's your imagination.

David: Why doesn't the cat eat the soup?

David: If you are referring to New Year's Eve, I don't think that that drunk had any right to pick up your garter and wave it around.

Ann: It wasn't my garter. I showed you both of my garters.

David: That was after you'd gone into the ladies room and gotten Julie's garters.

Ann: They were my garters!

David: They were Julie's garters!

Ann: How do you know they were Julie's garters?

David: I know they weren't *your* garters.

David: Darling, I have a little secret to tell you.

Ann: Oh, it's about time. What is it dear?

David: You're a great kid.

Ann: You were going to wait until...

David: Annie...

Ann: And then throw me aside like a squeezed lemon.

Ann: I've always had a suspicion about you. So did my mother. Your forehead slants back too much!

Mrs. Custer: This is Mr. Smith, Jefferson's partner. Miss Ann Krausheimer.

Ann: We met some time ago.

David: Yes. We know one another very well.

Mrs. Custer: Oh, of course, you've probably seen a great deal of her.

David: Yes, I have! A great deal!

Mr. Ashley Custer: Any of your family from the South?

Ann: Well, no, not exactly. But, I had a relative in the Civil War who didn't fight at all. He was a slacker.

Mr. Ashley Custer: A great many Northerners saw it that way, ma'am, and I give them credit.

Ann: Why don't you go out and get a girl guide and go camping together!

[first lines]

Ann: [urgently whispering in the dark] Richard. Richard.

Richard Dane: [stirring awake] Yeah?

Ann: I think I heard something.

Richard Dane: [runs to a box in the closet and shakily loads his gun] Stay here...

Ann: Well, that took you long enough. What'd you do, douche while you were at it?

John: Ann, you've got some mouth on ya.

Ann: You don't wanna know where it's been.

Ann: [Angry at John LeTour for being late] You want me to suck your dick? Fine. You want a raise? No.

[Ann explains the problem of being formerly married]

Ann: We can't claim to be the town virgins and can't afford to be the town tramps.

Ann: What's the occasion?

Boss: Do I need an occasion?

Ann: You *are* an occasion.

Ann: Please listen to me, Dan. It's a huge decision to come off JSA without any other income coming in. Look, it... It could be weeks before your appeal comes through. You see, there's no time limit for a mandatory reconsideration. I've got a time limit. And you might not win. Please, just keep signing on. Get somebody to help you with the online job searches. Otherwise, you could lose everything. Please don't do this. I've seen it before. Good people, honest people, on the street.

Daniel: Thank you, Ann. But when you lose your self-respect, you're done for.

Ann: There's no food left. Only the dogs. And Mrs. Hillman is refusing to clean unless I pay her what I apparently owe her. Like all poor people, she's obsessed with money.

Ann: Right, which one of you bastards is going to fuck me up the arse?

Ann: [laughing after Royal has hit her] That's the first time he's touched me in over six months!

Ann: So let me see, you said, um, you said that I should never take advice from someone that I haven't had sex with, right... right?

Graham: Basically.

Ann: Right. And, uh, *we* haven't had sex...

[giggle]

Ann: right?

Graham: So...

Ann: So, I, I, I guess from your own advice, I shouldn't take your advice.

Graham: I wouldn't.

John Mullany: I'm sorry?

Graham: No, it's just, I, you know, I just think - right now I have one key and everything I own is in the car, and I just... I like that, you know? I mean, I just, if I get an apartment, that two keys, if I... get a job, you know, I might have to open or close, that's more keys, you know, buy some stuff, I'm afraid it's gonna get ripped off, or something, and I get more keys, and I just, I, you know, I just like having the one key, it's clean.

Ann: You're not gonna worry in losing them, I always lose my keys, I hate that.

Graham: You're right, I've got a lot of problems... But they belong to me.

Ann: You think they're yours, but they're not. Everybody that walks in that door becomes part of your problem. Anybody that comes in contact with you. I didn't want to be part of your problem, but I am. I'm leaving my husband, and maybe I would have anyway, but the fact is, is, I'm doing it now, and part of it's because of you. You've had an effect on my life.

Graham: This isn't supposed to happen. I've spent nine years structuring my life so this didn't happen.

Ann: Nothing's what I thought it was. John's a bastard. Let's make a videotape.

Graham: No, I... ahem... I don't think that's a good idea.

Ann: Why not?

Graham: Because I don't think it's a choice that you'd make in a normal frame of mind.

Ann: And what would you know about a normal frame of mind?

Ann: I want out of this marriage.

John Mullany: What?

Ann: I. Want. Out. Of. This. *Marriage.*

Ann: I think that um... I think that sex is overrated. I think that people place far too much importance on it, and I think that stuff about women wantin' it just as bad as men is crap. I mean I think that women want it, I just don't think that they want it for the same reason that men think they do.

[Accepting John's claim that he's not cheating on her]

Ann: I've just got all this time on my hands, and I just sit around and start inventing these, like, intricate scenarios...

[giggles]

Ann: And then I don't want to have wasted all my time, so I want to believe in them.

Ann: So, all these are... are interviews, huh?

Graham: Uh, yes.

Ann: Can we watch one?

Graham: No, I'd - uh, no.

Ann: Why not?

Graham: Well, I... promised each of the subjects that no one would see the videotapes except for me.

Ann: What are the interviews about?

Graham: The interviews are about sex.

[first lines]

Ann: Garbage. All I've been thinking about all week is garbage. I mean, I just can't stop thinking about it.

Ann: You know, my therapist...

Graham: You're in therapy?

Ann: Aren't you?

Ann: I want to know why you are the way you are!

Graham: And I'm telling you it's not any one thing that I can point to and say "That's why!" It doesn't work that way with people who have problems, Ann, it's not that neat, it's not hat tidy! It's not a series of little boxes that you can line up and count. Things just don't happen that way.

Ann: What did you think?

Graham: I thought about what you would look like having an orgasm.

Ann: I'd like to know what I look like havin' an orgasm.

Ann: Did he touch you?

Cynthia: No.

Ann: Did you touch him?

Cynthia: No.

Ann: Did anybody touch anybody?

Cynthia: Well... yes.

Ann: Don't tell me... don't tell me... don't tell me. You didn't!

Cynthia: I did.

Ann: You didn't!

Cynthia: I did.

Ann: You didn't!

Cynthia: I did!

Ann: Well, what did he ask exactly?

Cynthia: Well, I don't want to tell you exactly.

Ann: You let a total stranger record your sexual life on videotape, but you won't tell your own sister?

Cynthia: Apparently.

Ann: Anyway, being happy isn't all that great. I mean, the last time I was really happy... I got so fat. I must have put on 25 pounds. I thought John was gonna have a stroke.

Ann: Being happy isn't all that great. I mean... the last time I was... really happy... I got really fat.

Barfly: This is too much. I'm wearing red, you're wearing red. That's quite a coincidence...

Ann: Look, I'm married.

Barfly: Really? Are you very married?

Ann: Married enough

Barfly: Oh. Oh. I see. Well, that shouldn't stop us...

Ann: I'm just here to see my sister. OK?

Barfly: Oh, really? Who's your sister?... Is she married?

Barfly: It's a nice dress.

Ann: Thanks. I thought so, too.

Barfly: Looks like a tablecloth.

Barfly: OK, now, you're wearing blue, I'm wearing blue. Is this some sort of weird coincidence?

Ann: I don't think so.

Barfly: I think it's something more.

Ann: Do you live here?

Barfly: No. I'm just passing through.

[last lines]

Ann: I think it's gonna rain.

Graham: [chuckles] It is raining.

Ann: Yeah.

Ann: What kind of "personal project"?

Graham: A personal project like anyone else's personal project. Mine's just a little more... personal, I guess.

Ann: I brought you this. I knew it was your birthday.

[Hands Cynthia a potted plant]

Cynthia: Thanks.

Barfly: It's a nice plant. Looks like a tablecloth.

Ann: You can't possibly trust him. He's perverted.

Ann: That's beautiful... That's really beautiful.

Graham: Do you have orgasms?

Ann: I don't think so. I mean, I guess, since I'm not sure, that I've never had one.

[John said he wasn't fucking Cynthia]

Ann: You never used to say the word "fucking."

Ann: I always lose my keys. I hate that.

John Mullany: Ann, answer me. Answer me, god dammit. Did he?

Ann: Yes.

[Prepares to slap Ann but backs off]

John Mullany: That backstabbing son of a bitch! Oh, Mr. Honesty, huh!

Ann: You know those rings your wife had? We saw them before anyone knew what was going on. We get patients in the ER oozing puss and blood. The rings just devouring the skin around it, feeding on it like it knew what it was gonna become...

[about a bum on a park bench]

Ann: Every time I see one of those old guys, I always think the same thing.

Mark: What do you think?

Ann: I always think that he was once somebody's baby boy. Really, I do. I think he was once somebody's baby boy, and he had a mother and a father who loved him, and now there he is, half dead on a park bench, and where are his mother or his father, all his uncles now?

Ann: This conversation is over.

[first lines]

Passerby: Well, I want to go over to my place and start, you know, getting it on...

Ann: Oh, that's terrible.

Mark: Yeah. Do you ever, uh... ballet?

Ann: Be thankful. Do you have a quarter for them?

Mark: Yes, I do.

Ann: [gives it to street band]

Ann: What about me?

Mark: You'll see.

Ann: A lot of fun you are. You're supposed to tease me, give hints, make me guess, you know.

Mark: Does it bother you?

Ann: What?

Mark: Walking around in circles.

Ann: I can't stand it. I can't stand it any more.

Seth: I fell.

Ann: Evidently. Off a train?

Seth: I fell in love. Ann, please help me find her.

Ann: Never date a man who knows more about your vagina than you do.

Ann: Nobody thinks about death in the supermarket.

Lee: Ann, it's something I have to tell you and I have to tell you now.

Ann: Lee, I'm...

Lee: I love you! I'm in love with you... And the world seens less terrible because you exist! I feel like I wanna be with you for the rest of my life... And all that, the palpitations, and the nerves... the pain, the happiness, and the fear! I wanna... I wanna touch you all the times! I wanna take care of you and your girls! And even find your husband a decent job! And get you a house that doesn't have wheels and...

Ann: Careful... That sounds like a classic case of falling in love.

Lee: I am in love... I'm classically in love!

[last lines]

Ann: You don't know who or what you're praying to, but you pray. You don't even regret the life that you're not gonna have, because by then you'll be dead. And the dead don't feel anything. Not even regret.

Ann: Now you feel like you wanna take all the drugs in the world, but all the drugs in the world aren't gonna change the feeling that your whole life's been a dream and it's only now that you're waking up.

Ann: [letter] Life is so much better than you think, my love. I know because you managed to fall in love with me even though you saw, what was it, you said 10%? Five maybe? Maybe if you'd seen it all, you wouldn't have liked me. Or you would have liked me in spite of everything. I guess we'll never know...

Ann: [about the things in the mall] It's just there to try and keep us away from death, and it doesn't work.

Ann: Without dreams you can't fucking live.

Ann: [off] This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you'd be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don't know how you'd describe it... Is like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or... I guess you know the kind of people I'm talking about. Maybe you don't. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven't read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You.

Ann: No-one's normal, Mom. No such thing as normal people.

Ann: You pray that this is your life without you.

Ann: If you don't kiss me right now I'm gonna scream.

[She screams, he kisses her]

Lee: If you don't kiss me right now, I'm gonna fucking scream.

[She kisses him]

Lee: Hey.

Ann: Hi.

Lee: My body hurt thinking you weren't gonna come.

Ann: I wasn't gonna come.

Lee: Well, I'm glad you did.

[Ann writes in journal]

Ann: THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE.

Ann: 1. Tell my daughters I love them several times.

Ann: 2. Find Don a new wife who the girls like.

Ann: 3. Record birthday messages for the girls for every year until they're 18.

Ann: 4. Go to Whalebay Beach together and have a big picnic.

Ann: 5. Smoke and drink as much as I want.

Ann: 6. Say what I'm thinking.

Ann: 7. Make love with other men to see what it's like.

Ann: 8. Make someone fall in love with me.

Ann: 9. Go and see Dad in Jail.

Ann: 10. Get false nails. And do something with my hair.

Nurse #2: [annoyed] Do you know how many nurses we have here at this hospital?

Ann: Do you know what it's like to be waiting at the school gate all on your own with your nose freezing to death, while all the other kids get picked up by their moms?

Nurse #2: [a brief image is shown of the nurse as a child, waiting all alone in front of a vacant school] ... Yeah, I do...

[last lines]

Ann: [tape to Lee] I loved dancing with you.

Ann: Alone. You're alone. You've never been so alone in your whole life.

Ann: I said thanks, okay? So just drop it.

Ann's Mother: I don't need your thanks.

Ann: Then I'll take them back.

The Hairdresser: So yeah, I'll see you in a few weeks!

Ann: [wistful] No, you won't.

Dr. Thompson: Hello, Ann.

Ann: [about Dr. Thompson giving her eye contact when he speaks to her] Is this some sort of therapy to help you get over your shyness?

Dr. Thompson: ...Something like that.

Ann: [trying to joke around] I knew something was pretty serious when you sat down here beside me.

Dr. Thompson: [awkward] They're renovating my office, changing the air-conditioning and...

[looking suddenly really sad]

Dr. Thompson: no, that's not true... l can't sit down in front of someone and tell them that they're gonna die... l've never been able to...

Ann: [a brief shot of Lee on a deserted cliffside is seen. He sits down in his car, looking depressed beyond belief as he loads a cassette tape into the car's music player. The voice of Ann is heard in the last tape she ever recorded before her death] My darling Lee, l guess by the time you get this tape you'll know that l'm dead, and, well, all that... maybe you're angry with me, or...

[the image changes to a shot of Dr. Thompson, who has locked himself in his own office and is crying silently while holding Ann's box of tapes for her children that she entrusted him with]

Ann: or hurt, or sad or upset...

[the shot changes to hairdressers dancing, to Ann's waitress clipping a photo of Cher from a fashion magazine, and then to Ann's co-worker gnawing on a carrot stick with tears in her eyes]

Ann: ... or maybe you're just all of it together. I just want you to know that I fell in love with you.

[Dr. Thompson opens the box of tapes and neatly sorts them by date on his office shelves. Meanwhile Lee leans against the wall of his empty apartment, weeping beside his bookshelf]

Ann: l didn't dare tell you 'cuz l thought you kind of knew, and l didn't realize l had so little time. Actually, time is the one thing l haven't had enough of recently. Life is so much better than you think, my love. l know, because you managed to fall in love with me even though you saw, what was it, you said ten percent? Five maybe?

[the shot changes to one of Don, Penny and Patsy with another woman, cheerfully packing their van for a day at the beach. The children laugh. The woman is revealed to be Ann's neighbour, also named Ann, and Don is holding her hand affectionately]

Ann: Maybe if you'd seen it all, you wouldn't have liked me. Or you would have liked me in spite of everything. l guess we'll never know. Oh, and one last thing...

[a shot is shown of Lee painting his walls white and piling up more used books for his collection]

Ann: Lee, for God's sake, just paint your walls and buy some furniture, alright? l don't want the next woman you take home to get the wrong idea about you and run off before she gets a chance to know you. Not everyone's as crazy as I am... l loved dancing with you.

Ann's Mother: It's my birthday. Wish me happy birthday.

Ann: Happy birthday, Mom.

Ann: l will not have the only thing my kids remember about me be a hospital ward.

Ann: Dare to say a word about my research and I promise I will... I will mummify you!

Victor Petri: Oh! I am frightened - mummified. Than I start to be of interest to you.

Ann: [singing] Ice cream castles, lips-to-ear rhymes/ a-slumber deeper than time

Ann: Tell me, are you always so quiet?

Joe: You know, when you've lived on an island for a long time, you forget how to say nice things to girls.

Ann: Well, try at once.

Joe: Well, I'm really glad that your aeroplane crashed.

Ann: Same old story - you're nice to a man and before you know it, he's getting thrashed.

Ann: Gosh Herschel, you sure are ugly.

Ann: Stones don't start wars, people do.

Ann: [to Vinnie] It's funny. I'm positive your father hasn't done a thing to be ashamed of, but, you know something, I wouldn't blame him if he had.

Bill: Could I please go now?

Ann: No. Not yet.

Bill: How much time do I have left?

Ann: As soon as you are no longer a danger to yourself or others, you may leave.

Bill: And who determines that?

Ann: I do, initially.

Bill: And who does finally?

Ann: My supervisor.

Bill: Your immediate supervisor?

Ann: Yes.

Bill: Okay. So you could highly recommend to him that I be released, and he would take that into account.

Ann: When you're ready.

Bill: Well, what do I have to do to get ready?

Ann: You need to accept the fact that you're going to be here for a while.

Bill: You're ruling out the possibility of a miraculous recovery.

Ann: The day, how did it start for you?

Bill: Well, the Sun, which is a massive hydrogen and, what is it? It's combusting away. And the um, the hemisphere rotated enough that we could...

Ann: But, for you...

Bill: You trying to separate me from the Sun?

Ann: Lie to him, and then kill him? Why don't we just kill him?

Official: That would be illegal, wouldn't it, Doctor?

Ann: I know the country you were describing. I was a girl there. It's gone. There's nothing, now, but this nightmare of you, me, and my sister.

Bill: What year am I supposed to think it is? For my progress.

Ann: 1999.

Bill: Date?

Ann: November 2nd.

Bill: No, I mean, do you want to go on a date? Cause I know this darling place down by river...