Buck Loner Quotes in Myra Breckinridge (1970)

Buck Loner: Oh, that feels real good, honey.

Buck Loner: What's that?

Masseuse: Swedish massage.

[She tries a whip, slapping her hand with it]

Buck Loner: What do you... do with it.

Masseuse: I beat you with it.

[She slaps her hand again]

Buck Loner: Does it... hurt?

Masseuse: You bet your ass.

Buck Loner: Something's wrong here, someplace...

Myra: Gentlemen... I am Myron Breckinridge! Uncle Buck, your fag nephew became your niece two years ago in Copenhagen and is now free as a bird and happy in being the most extraordinary woman in the world!

Buck Loner: That's the ball game.

Buck Loner: How's it goin' ladies?

Bobby Dean Loner: Just great swweeetie.

Buck Loner: Playin' Canasta?

Bobby Dean Loner: That's right swweeetie.

Bobby Dean Loner: How's your Poker game going swweeetie?

Buck Loner: Jus' fine.

Myra: What you have assembled here are the national dregs, the misfits and neurotics. In short, the fuckups of our culture.

Buck Loner: That ain't so. They are the carefully selected candidates for future stardom.

Myra: Bullshit!

Buck Loner: You can't talk to me like that, young lady. I'll have you outta here so fast, your hair'll curl.

Myra: You just try it and I'll take this place away from you lock, stock and empathy class.