Artist Quotes in Wild Target (2010)

Fabian: My name is Fabian, and I would like you to recommend to me someone who could paint something like this.

[uncovers painting]

Fabian: Who did this?

Artist: [surprised] Rembrandt.

Fabian: Who?

Artist: Rembrandt.

Fabian: Give me his address. Now.

Artist: He's dead.

Fabian: Dead? When?

Artist: 300 years ago.

Kravchuk: Hey, you, soloist! Now you'll have a duet!

Dyadya Misha: [falls to the room] Oh, my head!

Agent Sokolov: Dyadya Misha? Dyadya Misha!

Dyadya Misha: Oh, he knocked me!

Agent Sokolov: [takes dyadya Misha] Dyadya Misha! Why you're there?

Dyadya Misha: [crying] Because of Sheikh! Think, who I am and who're Sheikh! But they said, you're friend of this Fedya, you shouted it at restaurant! Oh, why I shouted it!... Look, we are friends?

Agent Sokolov: Yes, we are.

Dyadya Misha: They said: if you are friends, you must know where is Sheikh too! But I don't know anything! Do you know, where's Sheikh?

Agent Sokolov: Yes, I know...

Dyadya Misha: I beg you: tell them where's that damn Sheikh, or they'll kill us!

Agent Sokolov: I am ready to this...

Dyadya Misha: But I'm don't ready!

Agent Sokolov: I hope, they will not have enough meanness for kill you.

Dyadya Misha: Don't hope! They grasped Masha!

Agent Sokolov: What? They grasped Masha?

Dyadya Misha: Yes, yes, yes, yes. They torment her already.

Agent Sokolov: Bastards!

[runs to door and knocks it]

Agent Sokolov: Vermins! Cattles! Open the door!

Kravchuk: [comes to the room] What?

Agent Sokolov: Tell the Artist: I'll give Sheikh to him.

Kravchuk: Artist!

[smiles]

Kravchuk: Fedya want tell you: he'll give Sheikh to you!

Dyadya Misha: You're idiot! You're moron! You're degenerate! Son of bitch!

Agent Sokolov: [grins] You speak like a tramp, Artist.

Dyadya Misha: Yes! I'm Artist! I came here not for damn ham and damn jeans! I came here for beautiful art!

[changes to the Artist]

Artist: What roles I have in Odessa because of these damn, untalented directors? "Let's eat"? But here... Oh, here I created my own theatre! Here my talent can create kings and madmen, geniuses and villains!

Agent Sokolov: Yeah, your best roles is villains! Bravo!

[claps]

Agent Sokolov: Take this present from grateful spectators!

[beats Artist's face]

Artist: Great money does not a great human make.

Artist: I found my creation in you. It's life. God is love, Moll. Love is God.

Moll Flanders: Don't you understand? I'm going to fail you.

Artist: I can accept that.

Moll Flanders: No, *feel that!*

[hits him on his chest]

Moll Flanders: That's nothing compared to the pain that comes with me. "They hung her mother!" *Feel that!*

[she continues to hit him and begins to cry]

Moll Flanders: "She slept with *hundreds* of men!", *Feel it!*, "She's a bitch and a trollop" and I hate you!

[picks up her things and heads for the door]

Moll Flanders: This is madness.

[walks out the door]

Moll Flanders: [storms Back In] I forgot me bleedin', stupid shoes!

[while Posing for the nude pregnant portrait]

Moll Flanders: It's moving!

Artist: Keep still... Both of you.

Artist: The Mad hermit that I am lived a wild life as a child. I made wings from canvas and bamboo. I wished to navigate the atmosphere like a bird; instead I studied gravity, and plunged forty feet from the mill roof.

Artist: [after his own long soliloquy, philosophizing on the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, & everything] What do you want from life, Moll?

Moll Flanders: Nothin' anymore

Artist: Come on Moll; I bare my soul

[interrupted by Moll]

Moll Flanders: [interrupting the Artist] and I bare my bosoms. We make a good pair

Moll Flanders: [after the Artist has challenged a threat from Mrs Allworthy's pistol] Was that gun that useless?

Artist: I lied

[. clears throat . ]

Artist: rather well, I thought

Moll Flanders: [Moll has cleaned up the Artist's loft. Artist enters... ] Well?

[points at his feet]

Moll Flanders: Take your boots off

Artist: You have yours on.

Moll Flanders: I haven't been outdoors

Artist: This is VERy unimportant.

Moll Flanders: . you angry 'cause I cleaned for you?

Artist: DON'T do this again! I'll never FIND anything.

Moll Flanders: [Moll grabs a shelving unit and throws it & contents to the floor, then repeats] There! Back where it was.

[Moll crosses her arms & turns her back]

Moll Flanders: ... GOD that felt good!