Beatrice Quotes in Dead Man Down (2013)

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  • Alphonse: What happened to your face?

    Beatrice: Car accident. What happened to yours?

  • Beatrice: [to Victor] I never thought about it before. Revenge. But... when I saw you kill that man in your apartment... I knew I had my answer.

  • Beatrice: You speak French?

    Victor: I'd like to.

    Beatrice: Yeah?

    Victor: Sure.

    Beatrice: Another language?

    Victor: Hungarian.

    Beatrice: You're Hungarian?

    [Victor silently nods]

    Beatrice: You don't have an accent.

    Victor: I work very hard to get rid of it.

  • Beatrice: I was involved in a car accident last year. I was a beautician before. They rebuilt part of my face, but it's... it's kind of hard to give advice on beauty now. And, uh, I have to smile a lot in my job, and most of the time it hurts to smile.

    Victor: I don't get to smile so much. My work.

    Beatrice: No?

    Victor: No. Maybe you and I should switch jobs.

  • Beatrice: I swear sometimes. Especially when I drink.

    Victor: Me too.

    Beatrice: Fuck.

    Victor: Shit.

  • Victor: I thought you talk a lot.

    Beatrice: I thought you don't.

    Victor: It must be the company. Usually I don't.

  • Beatrice: Have you made any progress?

    Victor: I will.

    Beatrice: I know. Because I realize now that if I call the police and tell them what I saw, it's not prison you're afraid of. It's that you won't get to finish your revenge.

  • Victor: I don't want you to do that. Bring me food.

    Beatrice: My ma likes to cook. It'll just go to waste otherwise. I'll wedge it in between the mustard and those plastic explosives.

  • Beatrice: He didn't pay!

    Victor: Stop saying that! I understand.

    Beatrice: You're going to do it.

    Victor: What I did has nothing to do with you!

    Beatrice: You have to do this. He ruined my life. I have nothing. I am nothing. I want it done as soon as possible. Then I will forget. I will begin my life. And I will forget that I ever met you.

    Victor: [yelling] Do you know what it is to kill a man?

    Beatrice: I will forget that I ever met you.

    Victor: Well it's not a bug! It's not a rat!

    Beatrice: I will never kill a bug or a rat. He's much worse than these things!

    Victor: You don't know what you're getting into with me. You've no fucking idea!

  • Victor: My real name is Laszlo Kerick, and I was born in Hungary. A few years ago my wife and I came to America. I was an engineer before. We came here looking for work. Took an apartment in a building. It was a building they wanted to control.

    Beatrice: The men I saw?

    [Victor silently nods]

    Victor: They got most people out of the building. One night they came and they fired some shots. To scare us, so we would leave. A bullet went through a wall and my daughter was killed while she slept.

    [pause]

    Victor: We were going to testify. My wife and I. But the man responsible for it all, Alphonse - he gave his orders to make sure he never went to trial. And they were followed. He was afraid to use his own guys, so they sent a crew of Albanians after us. They killed my wife, and they thought they killed me too. And they should've made sure of it.

  • Beatrice: When I manage to forget what happened to me, when there are no mirrors and no people that reminds me, when my mom makes me laugh... in these moments, I have hope.

    [pause]

    Beatrice: My ma... my ma says that I, um... it is these moments that makes the pain bearable. These moments, where I should try to find them where I can and hang onto them. But they're fleeting. And then I remember and... and I'm filled with so much hate. It's like I want to set the whole world on fire.

  • Beatrice: You here to make fun of me too?

    Kay: No, ma'am. We at the FBI do not have a sense of humor we're aware of. May we come in?

    Beatrice: Sure.

  • Beatrice: Edgar, what on earth was that?

    Edgar: [Bug in disguise] Sugar...

    Beatrice: I've never seen sugar do that.

    Edgar: Give me... sugar... in water.

  • Beatrice: [to another witch, under her breath] We can't possibly wipe out ALL of them!

    Grand High Witch: Who spoke? Who DARES to argue with me? It was you!

    Beatrice: I didn't mean to argue, your Grandness

    Grand High Witch: You DARED to argue with me?

    Beatrice: No, honestly, it just was a...

    Grand High Witch: A stupid witch who answers back, must BURN till her bones are black!

    Beatrice: No! No!

    Grand High Witch: A foolish witch without a brain, must sizzle into fire and flame! I witch who dares to say I'm wrong, will not be with us... VERY LONG!

    [she zaps the witch with her eyes]

  • Beatrice: Against my will, I am sent to bid you come into dinner.

    Benedick: Fair Beatrice, thank you for your pains.

    Beatrice: I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me. If it had been painful, I would not have come.

    Benedick: You take pleasure then in the message?

    Beatrice: Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point. You have no stomach, signor? Fare you well.

    Benedick: Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that.

  • Beatrice: Kill Claudio.

    Benedick: Not for the wide world.

    Beatrice: You kill me to deny it. Fare thee well.

    Benedick: Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

    Beatrice: I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you. Nay, I pray you, let me go.

    Benedick: Beatrice!

    Beatrice: In faith, I will go.

    Benedick: We'll be friends first.

    Beatrice: You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy.

    Benedick: Is Claudio thine enemy?

    Beatrice: [Yelling/sobbing] Is he not approved in the height of a villain that hath slandered, scorned, dishonored my kinswoman? O, that I were a man! What bear her in hand until they come to take hands and then, with public accusation uncovered slander,

    [pushes table over]

    Beatrice: unmitigated rancor... O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace!

    Benedick: Hear me, Beatrice.

    Beatrice: Talk with man out at a window. A proper saying!

    Benedick: Nay, but, Beatrice...

    Beatrice: Sweet Hero. She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone!

    Benedick: Beatrice!

    Beatrice: He is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie and swears it.

    [Falls to knees]

    Beatrice: I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

    Benedick: By this hand, I love thee.

    Beatrice: Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.

    Benedick: Think you in your soul that Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?

    Beatrice: Yea. As sure as I have a thought or a soul.

    Benedick: Enough. I am engaged. I will challenge him. Go. Comfort your cousin. I must say she is dead. And so, farewell.

  • Beatrice: I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you.

    Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

    Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.

    Benedick: Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.

    Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

    Benedick: God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scratched face.

    Beatrice: Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were.

    Benedick: Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

    Beatrice: A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

    Benedick: I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's name; I have done.

    Beatrice: You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old.

  • Beatrice: I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick. Nobody marks you.

    Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain. Are you yet living?

    Beatrice: Is't possible Disdain should die whilst she hath such meet food to feed it as Signor Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to Disdain when you come in her presence.

  • Benedick: Do not you love me?

    Beatrice: Why no; no more than reason.

    Benedick: Why then your uncle, the Prince and Claudio have been deceived; they swore you did.

    Beatrice: Do not you love me?

    Benedick: Why no; no more than reason.

    Beatrice: Why then my cousin, Margaret and Ursula are much deceived, for they did swear you did.

    Benedick: They swore you were almost sick for me.

    Beatrice: They swore you were well-nigh dead for me.

    Benedick: 'Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me?

    Beatrice: No, truly, but in friendly recompense.

  • Beatrice: He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. And he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man - I am not for him.

  • Benedick: By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.

    Beatrice: Do not swear by it and eat it.

    Benedick: I will swear by it that you love me, and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.

  • Beatrice: O God, that I were a man. I would eat his heart in the market-place.

  • [first lines]

    Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

  • Beatrice: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

  • Benedick: I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

    Beatrice: For them all together, which maintained so politic a state of evil that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?

    Benedick: Suffer love. a good epithet, I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

    Beatrice: In spite of your heart, I think. Alas poor heart, if you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours, for I will never love that which my friend hates

    Benedick: Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

  • Benedick: A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity.

    Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption.

    Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.

  • Beatrice: I pray you, who is his companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother.

    Messenger: He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.

    Beatrice: O lord, he will hang upon him like a disease. He is sooner caught than the pestilence and the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio. If he have caught the Benedick, 'twill cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured.

  • Beatrice: Is Signior Mountanto returned from the wars or no?

    Messenger: I know none of that name, lady.

    Hero: My cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua.

    Messenger: Oh, he's returned and as pleasant as ever he was.

    Beatrice: I pray you, how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he killed? For indeed I promised to eat all of his killing.

    Messenger: He hath done good service and a good soldier too, lady.

    Beatrice: And a good soldier to a lady. But what is he to a lord?

    Messenger: A lord to a lord. A man to a man, stuffed with all honorable virtues.

    Beatrice: It is so, indeed. He is no less than a stuffed man.

    Leonato: You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her. They never meet, but there's a skirmish of wit between them.

    Beatrice: Who is his companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother.

    Messenger: He is most in the company of the right and noble Claudio.

    Beatrice: O lord! He will hang upon him like a disease. He is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio! If he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured.

    Messenger: I will keep friends with you, lady.

    Beatrice: [Chuckles] Do, good friend.

    Leonato: You will never run mad, niece.

    Beatrice: No, not till a hot January.

  • Benedick: Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?

    Beatrice: Yea... and I will weep a while longer.

    Benedick: I will not desire that.

    Beatrice: You have no reason. I do it freely.

    Benedick: Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is wronged.

    Beatrice: How much might the man deserve of me that would right her!

    Benedick: Is there any way to show such friendship?

    Beatrice: A very even way, but no such friend.

    Benedick: May a man do it?

    Beatrice: It is a man's office... but not yours.

    Benedick: I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?

    Beatrice: As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you. But believe me not. And yet I lie not. I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.

    Benedick: By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.

    Beatrice: Do not swear, and eat it.

    Benedick: I will swear by it that you love me, and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.

    Beatrice: Why, then, God forgive me!

    Benedick: What offense, sweet Beatrice?

    Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour. I was about to protest I loved you.

    Benedick: And do it with all thy heart.

    Beatrice: I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

    Benedick: [Kisses Beatrice] Come. Bid me do anything for thee.

    Beatrice: Kill Claudio.

  • Messenger: He has done good service, and a good soldier too, lady.

    Beatrice: And a good soldier TO a lady. But what is he to a lord?

    Messenger: A lord to a lord, a man to a man, stuffed with all honorable virtues.

    Beatrice: 'Tis so indeed. He is no less than a stuffed man.

  • Benedick: [Looking at the veiled women] Where is the lady Beatrice?

    Beatrice: [pause, and she undoes her veil hesitantly] I answer to that name.

  • Ursula: Madam!

    Benedick: Here comes one in haste.

    Ursula: You must come to your uncle. Yonder's old coil at home. It is proved my lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily abused and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone. Will you come, presently?

    Beatrice: Will you go hear this news, signior?

    Benedick: I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap and be buried in thy eyes, and moreover I will go with thee to thy uncle's.

    Beatrice: [laughs]

  • Benedick: Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?

    Beatrice: [Pushed out of crowd by Antonio. Removes veil, clears throat] I answer to that name.

    [Appraoches Benedick]

    Beatrice: What is your will?

    Benedick: Do not you love me?

    Beatrice: Why, no. No more than reason.

    Benedick: Well, then your Uncle, the prince and Claudio have been deceived. They swore you did.

    Beatrice: Do not you love me?

    Benedick: Why, no. No more than reason.

    Beatrice: Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula are much deceived for they swear you did.

    Benedick: They swore you were almost sick for me.

    Beatrice: They swore you well nigh dead for me.

    Benedick: 'Tis no such matter. Then... you... do not love me?

    Beatrice: No, truly, but in friendly recompense.

    [Shakes Benedick's hand]

    Leonato: Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.

    Claudio: I'll be sworn upon he loves her, for here's a paper written in his hand a halting sonnet of his own pure brain, fashioned to Beatrice.

    Hero: And here's another...

    Beatrice: No!

    [Slaps Hero's hand]

    Hero: ...writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket containing her affection unto Benedick.

    Benedick: A miracle! Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee. But, by this light, I take thee for pity.

    Beatrice: I would not deny you. But, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption.

    Benedick: Peace! I will stop your mouth.

    [Kisses Beatrice]

  • Beatrice: Good Lord for alliance! Thus goes everyone to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry 'heigh-ho!' for a husband.

    Don Pedro: Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.

    Beatrice: I would rather have one of your father's getting. Hath your grace not a brother like you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them.

    Don Pedro: Will you have me, lady?

    Beatrice: [pauses] No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days. Your Grace is too costly to wear everyday. But I beseech your Grace to pardon me; for I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.

    Don Pedro: Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

    Beatrice: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born...

    [Beatrice exits]

    Don Pedro: By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady.

  • Leonato: You will never run mad, niece.

    Beatrice: No, not till a hot January.

  • Don Pedro: Will you have me, lady?

    Beatrice: No, my lord, unless I might have another for working days. Your grace is too costly to wear everyday.

  • Beatrice: My cousin tells him in his ear, that he is in her heart.

    Claudio: And so she does, cousin.

  • Beatrice: Why then, God forgive me.

    Benedick: What offence, sweet Beatrice?

    Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour, I was about to protest I loved you.

    Benedick: And do it, with all thy heart.

    Beatrice: I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest.

  • Beatrice: [suggesting Satan would greet her spirit with] Get thee to heaven, Beatrice, get thee to heaven. Hell's no place for maids.

  • Beatrice: Kill Claudio!

  • Benedick: I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?

    Beatrice: As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.

  • Beatrice: Hello, Loretta.

    Loretta: Hello.

    [keeps walking past]

    Beatrice: [to Noxeema] Alcoholic. Low self-esteem. Why, her daddy used to call her "baby ugly." She took to the bottle just as soon as she could drink.

  • Beatrice: This is my Aunt Martha's dress. I thought you could use it. She was real big on the shoulders.

    Noxeema Jackson: Thank you, girl.

    Vida Boheme: Oh, sweet pea. Now, you listen to your Auntie Vida. I want you to believe in yourself, imagine good things and moisturize, I cannot stress this enough.

    Clara: Miss Noxeema.

    Noxeema Jackson: Miss Clara.

    Clara: Now, listen, when you get to Hollywood, you give this letter to Mr. Robert Mitchum.

    Noxeema Jackson: Oh, I will, I will, I promise you. I'll guard it with my life. Thank you. I'm gonna miss you.

    Clara: I'm gonna miss you, too.

    Noxeema Jackson: Good bye.

    Clara: Bye.

    Noxeema Jackson: I hope she leaves me those albums in her will. Alright, let's see. Can I hear it?

    Tommy: Good afternoon.

    Noxeema Jackson: Sounds wonderful. And look at the shirt, the shirt is fierce, and the hair is working. Get along now. You take care. Be good to yourself.

  • Beatrice: [Alan has recently run into an ex] Maybe this is a second chance. It could be fate.

    Alan: You always say you don't believe in fate.

    Beatrice: Yes, because I have thought about it a lot. You? You definitely believe in this bullsh*t

  • Alan: [Alan has just met Beatrice's new boyfriend] Doesn't he work in the pharmacy?

    Beatrice: He gives me a discount on nicotine patches.

  • Beatrice: [Discussing Alan's breakup] You f*cked it up?

    Alan: No why do you think it was me who f*cked it up?

    Beatrice: It's 50/50 but more than likely, it is you, no?

  • The Monster: Nobody's afraid of me any more.

    Beatrice: ...I'm afraid of you

  • The Monster: [sighs]

    Beatrice: What are you thinking about?

    The Monster: [after a long pause] Nobody's afraid of me any more.

    Beatrice: [She pats his back and rests her head on his shoulder] I'm afraid of you.

  • The Boss: The world needs to know!

    Beatrice: Why?

    The Boss: What?

    Beatrice: Why does the world need to know how it feels to crash into the sea?

  • Jeff: How about keeping just one eye on the road.

    Sam: Oh, come on.

    Jeff: Not for me. For your daughter.

    Beatrice: Yeah mom, for me.

    Jeff: I think Beatrice should live long enough to see a white president.

  • Beatrice: What's wrong mommy?

    Sam: Nothing, my baby. Just everything.

    Jeff: So, public school it is!

    Sam: No!

    Jeff: So, back home it is!

    Sam: No!

    Jeff: So, homeschooling it is. And what a majestic home to do it in, don't you think, B? Which wing should we house the English Department in?

  • [first lines]

    Jeff: Yo, B.

    Beatrice: I'm up.

    Jeff: Check it! "You are now leaving Delaware". Get ready to say goodbye to Delaware everybody. Here it comes... , Bye Delaware!

    Beatrice: Bye Delaware! Bye Delaware! I'll see ya later.

  • Beatrice: Tomorrow is a long way off, Alan. I might have forgotten you by then.

  • Beatrice: Angie, can I leave early on Friday?

    Angie: Why?

    Beatrice: I'm going to Paris. With my boyfriend.

    Angie: It will rain.

  • Alan Furnace: You know, this doesn't actually look like me. Underneath there's a...

    Beatrice: ...a prince?

    Alan Furnace: No, just a good-looking frog.

  • Beatrice: Whoever thought I could find happiness in the middle of fucking nowhere?

  • Beatrice: It is amazing what two people love chooses to unite. It follows no rules.

  • Beatrice: My eyes have been opened, I can never go back.

  • Beatrice: She's foul as Medusa and everyone knows it!

  • Beatrice: [looking at an orphanage's front yard full of children] Ugly little pink things. To think that sex could lead to something so disastrous.

  • Beatrice: My mother would say that it wasn't the sandwich that was the issue... it was my timing.

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