Catherine Quotes in The Prophecy (1995)

Catherine: Go to hell!

Gabriel: Heaven, darling. Heaven. At least get the zip code right.

Catherine: It's all the same to you, isn't it?

Gabriel: No. In heaven, we believe in love.

Catherine: What do you love, Gabriel?

Gabriel: Cracking your skull.

Catherine: Who are you?

Gabriel: That's a long story.

Catherine: You can't HAVE HER!

Butch: Team, huddle up.

Diggs: It's go time.

Catherine: Save the dogs, save the world.

Butch: First thing to do, get on top of that ride.

Seamus: Yes! Wait is there a height requirement for this ride?

Catherine: Nice try Kitty, but there are a lot of dogs in this world, what are you going to do? Go door to door with you're Little sound? It would take you the rest of your nine lives.

Kitty Galore: That's true, unless I had a... satellite!, why do you think I'm been telling you all this. I got time to kill until my satellite is in position, then, Once I beam the signal, It will instantly broadcast from every TV, Radio and cell phone on earth!

Diggs: Alright team, we got work to do.

Butch: You're not going anywhere.

Diggs: What? Why not?

Butch: Because you don't have your new collar... Agent.

Seamus: Go ahead with you bad self, Bling!

Lou: You guys ready to do this?

Catherine: Work with a bunch of dogs again? How could I say no.

Seamus: Absolutely! Wait we're talking about lunch right?

Diggs: Alright team, Lets go kick some tail.

Butch: Diggs, you ruined everything. first you let the pigeon carrier, then you almost drowned us in kitty-litter. And now you let the MacDougalls escape.

Diggs: Well I-I didn't blow up the ferry I mean that's something

Butch: I had it with you, you're un-trainable, I told Lou you didn't had what it takes to be a agent, and I was right.

Diggs: What are you saying?

Butch: I'm saying go home Diggs. You're off this team.

Seamus: Umm I don't want to be rude but, the bird's still all good right?

Butch: Come on Seamus we got work to do. What about you?

Catherine: I'll umm, I catch up with you, I need to check-in with MEOWS first.

Butch: Suit you're self.

Seamus: Good luck dong.

[Butch and Seamus walk away]

Diggs: You know, you don't have to pretend to check-in with MEOWS so you can just thank me for saving you're life.

Catherine: Err I do have to check-in with MEOWS.

Diggs: Oh err right

Catherine: But I'll um I also have to thank you for saving my life.

[Looks at Diggs's hurt paw]

Catherine: Hey you're hurt.

Diggs: Nah, I'm fine.

Catherine: Well too bad tough guy, you're coming with me to get patched up.

Diggs: Huh?

Calico: Okay, Okay! Look I don't know where Kitty is but, I can tell you this, for months now Kitty has been stealing technology from like NASA, or the pentagon, oh you should of seen what she got from Mr windows. Now I'm just the middle cat, I take the porridge, give them to Pigeon carriers and they fly them to a secret location.

Butch: which is where?

Calico: How should I know it's a secret!

Catherine: Hmm, Sounds like she's building something.

Butch: But what?

Catherine: Ahh, who could understand the mind of a crazy old cat?

Calico: I know!

Diggs: Wait what? You know what she's building?

Calico: No, I know a crazy old cat. haha!

Catherine: You owe me, big time dog.

Diggs: Yeah, about what I said before about liking cats...

Catherine: Never happened

Diggs: Thank you.

Calico: You guys aren't mad, are you?

Catherine: Where's Kitty? Start talking now, or these dogs are gonna into you like a bag of Snausages.

Butch: Where could Kitty be hiding that satellite dish.

Catherine: It must be huge, you can't just hide something like that.

Diggs: Hey wait a second, that ride, it looks kinda like a.

Catherine: It sure does.

Butch: It's huge

Seamus: What? All I see is a giant satellite disk looking, ohhh.

Catherine: Don't you see? The apocalypse was the greatest business opportunity that's ever come our way. It was the ultimate bankruptcy, a clean slate. And now with no government to stand in our way there's no unions, no minimum wage and no taxes. It's pure capitalism. We won't just corner the free market, Francis - we'll own it.

Drifter: That's not capitalism, Catherine. That's the whacked out ramblings of a woman who's lost her bloody mind.

Catherine: But how long will you love me?

Don Juan: Sweet lady, love is not measured in terms of time, only in ecstasy!

Don Juan: Beloved, no power on Earth could've kept me from you. In all this world there's been but one image in my heart, one vision before my eyes...

Catherine: Yes, yes, go on...

Don Juan: I have loved you since the beginning of time.

Catherine: But you only met me yesterday...

Don Juan: Why, that was when time began!

Catherine: But you've made love to so many women.

Don Juan: Catherine, an artist may paint a thousand canvasses before achieving one work of art, would you deny a lover the same practice?

Ellen Griswold: Gee Cath looks like you really got your hands full.

Catherine: Oh, it's not so bad. Eddie says after the baby comes, I can quit one of my night jobs.

Aunt Edna: Did you tell Clark and Ellen the good news?

Catherine: [nervously] Uh, no; I was just about to.

Ellen Griswold: Good news, what good news, Catherine?

Aunt Edna: You're driving me to Phoenix!

[Clark begins choking on his hamburger]

Catherine: You've always been a part of Shangri-la without knowing it. I'm certain there's a wish for Shangri-la in everyone's heart.

Catherine: Can I ask you a question? Why is it then whenever I tell a guy to put it wherever they want, they always stick it in my ass?

Malik: Damn.

Jake: That's way too much information for me, Catherine.

Catherine: Oh no Jake. Way too much information would be telling you that whenever they're done I always take a huge dump.

Malik: Shit.

Catherine: On their chest.

Malik: Oh, that is whack.

Catherine: I want you.

Jake: Catherine that's disgusting! You're my sister.

Catherine: Only by blood.

Jake: [Shoving her off] What's wrong with this family?

Catherine: Not scoring any cock, either?

Sadie: Cock? I've never even been kissed

Catherine: [During song] So what if we have the same mother. Tonight I'm gonna Fuck my Brother.

Catherine: That's it! I did it. I'm a miracle worker!

Catherine: Hi. I'm Catherine.

Uninterested Guy: I know. We just had sex five minutes ago

Catherine: [Upon arriving at the party] I'm gonna go fuck a complete stranger.

Catherine: I can help you... for a price, and this time I don't want your car.

Catherine: [commenting on Janey's looks] I'd say you're one big fucking train wreck.

Catherine: You are married. You have a daughter. You don't need self-esteem.

Catherine: Suzon, I forgot one thing. I heard a strange sound. I looked through Augustine's keyhole, and I saw her standing at the mirror with something shiny. I thought nothing of it, but now I'm sure she was sharpening a knife!

Augustine: You liar! I was holding my mother-of-pearl comb and cleaning it.

Gaby: At 3:00 am?

Augustine: Combs never sleep!

Suzon: Didn't you say you saw no-one?

Augustine: I forgot. I went for a drink.

Gaby: Or a prowl around Marcel's room! What happened?

Catherine: You'd know if you still slept with Dad.

Gaby: I'm being judged by my own child!

Pierrette: That's why I never had any.

Gaby: Just admit no man ever asked you to.

Catherine: Oh, eww, this arugal is so bitter! It'l like my algebra teacher on my bread!

Catherine: It was confessional, yet dishonest. Jane pretends to be horrified by the sexuality that she in fact fetishizes. She subsumes herself to the myth of black male potency, but then doesn't follow through. She thinks she 'respects Afro-Americans,' she thinks they're 'cool,' 'exotic,' what a notch he 'd make in her belt, but, of course, it all comes down to mandingo cliché, and he calls her on it. In classic racist tradition she demonizes, then runs for cover. But then, how could she behave otherwise? She's just a spoiled suburban white girl with a Benneton rainbow complex. It's just my opinion, and what do I know... but I think it's a callow piece of writing.

Catherine: Are those people OK?

Jerry Farrelly: No they're not OK, they're guests on my show.

Catherine: [to Dave Brown] You know what I think? I think you were a dirty cop from day one. You were a dirty cop with a dirty mind and you dirtied all of us up by default.

Harry: You ever hear of a guy by the name of Lester Ivar?

Catherine: No.

Harry: Somebody killed him today.

Catherine: I'm sorry. Was he a friend of yours?

Harry: Not really... Never heard of him, huh?

Catherine: No.

[a long beat]

Harry: You're lying.

Harry: I was hoping to talk to Jack.

Catherine: And here I thought it was my company. Jack took a sedative and went to bed. Something got him terribly upset this afternoon. I had an idea that maybe you might know what happened. (He says nothing) Course not. That's why people hire you, cause you're mute!

Harry: Where's Mel?

Catherine: She came home for about twenty minutes then went to work. She's working on a low budget picture. They had a night shoot. She had a very interesting question. She wanted to know why the hell you're still living here.

Harry: WHat'd you say?

Catherine: I was mute.

Harry: People like you, think you are entitled to all the things that you have?

Catherine: Do you think people like me care so much about things? Maybe people like you shouldn't get close to people like me!

Catherine: I can't help but notice how...familiar you've become with everything in this house.

Harry: You know what I think? (Dumping out drink) I think you're right.

Catherine: Still love me?

Catherine: I want to be all yours.

Roland Wolf: You won't be mine, nor his. You're your own person.

Catherine: Then I'm giving myself to you.

Theodore: Well, you really are your own worst critic. I'm sure it's amazing. I remember that paper that you wrote in school about synaptic behavioral routines. It made me cry.

Catherine: [laughs] Yeah, but everything makes you cry.

Theodore: Everything you make makes me cry.

Catherine: I'm gonna fucking kill you. I'm gonna fucking kill you. It's not funny, don't laugh. I'm gonna fucking kill you. I'm gonna fucking kill you. I love you so much I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Uncomfortable Waitress: How are you guys doing here?

Catherine: Fine. We're fine. We used to be married, but he couldn't handle me, he wanted to put me on Prozac and now he's madly in love with his laptop.

Theodore: Well, if you'd heard the conversation in context... What I was trying to say...

Catherine: You always wanted to have a wife without the challenges of actually dealing with anything real and I'm glad that you found someone. It's perfect.

Uncomfortable Waitress: Let me know if I can get you guys anything.

Catherine: So what's she like?

Theodore: Well, her name's Samantha and she's an Operating System. She's really complex and interesting...

Catherine: Wait... I'm sorry. You're dating your computer?

Theodore: She's not just a computer, she's her own person. She doesn't just do whatever I say.

Catherine: I didn't say that. But it does make me very sad that you can't handle real emotions, Theodore.

Theodore: They are real emotions! How would you know what...

Catherine: What? Say it. Am I really that scary? Say it. How do I know what?

Catherine: So are you, um... are you seeing anybody?

Theodore: Yeah, um, I've been seeing somebody for the last few months. Longest I've wanted to be with somebody since we split up.

Catherine: Well, you seem really good.

Theodore: Thanks. I, um... at least, I'm doing better. Yeah, she's been really good for me, you know? It's just... it's good to be with somebody that's excited about life. She's a real, um...

[Catherine snickers]

Theodore: No. I mean, I wasn't in such a good place myself, and in that way it's been nice.

Catherine: I think you always wanted me to be this... this light, happy, bouncy, "everything's fine", L.A. wife and that's just not me.

Theodore: I didn't want that.

Catherine: [to Theodore, in flashback] Rabbit, come spoon me.

Catherine: You know I don't like to wear any underwear, don't you, Nick?

[last lines]

Catherine: What do we do now, Nick?

Nick: Fuck like minks, raise rugrats and live happily ever after.

Catherine: Hate rugrats.

Nick: Fuck like minks, forget the rugrats, and live happily ever after.

John Correli: Did you kill Mr Boz, Miss Tramell?

Catherine: I'd have to be pretty stupid to write a book about killing and then kill him the way I described in my book. I'd be announcing myself as the killer. I'm not stupid.

Nick: So where is this going?

Catherine: Ask me "What do you want from me Catherine?"

Nick: What the fuck do you want from Catherine?

Gus: Did you ever do drugs with Mr. Boz?

Catherine: Sure.

Gus: What kind of drugs?

Catherine: Cocaine. Have you ever fucked on cocaine, Nick? It's nice.

[Catherine Tramell uncrosses her legs and it can be seen she's wearing no underwear]

Nick: You like playing games don't you?

Catherine: I have a degree in psychology, it goes with the turf... Games are fun.

Nick: What's your new book about?

Catherine: A detective. He falls for the wrong woman.

Nick: What happens to him?

Catherine: She kills him.

Gus: Are you a pro?

Catherine: No, I'm an amateur.

Nick: What did Manny Vasquez call you?

Catherine: "Bitch" mostly, but he meant it affectionately.

Catherine: Got some coke?

Nick: I've got a Pepsi in the fridge.

Nick: How's your new book coming along?

Catherine: It's practically writing itself.

John Correli: Were you ever engaged in any sadomasochistic activity?

Catherine: Exactly what did you have in mind, Mr. Correli?

Nick: Writing a book about it gives you an alibi for not killing him.

Catherine: Yes it does, doesn't it?

Nick: How did you feel when I told you Johnny Boz had died, that day at the beach?

Catherine: I felt somebody had read my book and was playing a game.

Nick: But you didn't hurt.

Catherine: No.

Nick: Because you didn't love him.

Catherine: That's right.

Nick: Even though you were fucking him.

Catherine: You still get the pleasure. Didn't you ever fuck anybody else while you were married, Nick?

Nick: How did you find out?

Catherine: I have friends, I have attorneys. Money buys alot of Attorneys and friends.

Catherine: [TV Version] Have you ever had sex on cocaine, Nick?

Catherine: Look, I don't really feel like talking anymore.

Gus: Listen, lady, we can do this downtown, if you want.

Catherine: So read me my rights and arrest me., and then I'll go downtown. Otherwise, get the fuck out of here...

Catherine: Please?

Dr. McElwaine: You working on another book?

Catherine: Yes, I am.

Gus: It must really be something making stuff up all the time.

Catherine: Yeah, it teaches you to lie.

Nick: Do you have something against ice cubes?

Catherine: [setting down the ice pick] I like rough edges.

Catherine: Killing isn't like smoking. You can quit.

Catherine: Somebody has to die.

Nick: Why?

Catherine: Somebody always does.

Catherine: You're a strange person, Robert. I mean, what will you come to? If a person has no love for himself, no respect for himself, no love of his friends, family, work, something - how can he ask for love in return? I mean, why should he ask for it?

Bobby: What else do you do?

Catherine: Well, there's fishing, boating, and concerts on the mainland.

[Laughs]

Catherine: I feel funny telling you this. This is really your home. You probably know better than I what there is to do.

Bobby: Nothing.

Catherine: Nothing?

Bobby: Nothing.

Catherine: Well, it must be very boring for you here.

Bobby: That's right.

Catherine: I find that very hard to comprehend. I don't think I've ever been bored. Excuse me.

Bobby: What are you doing screwing around with all this crap?

Catherine: I do not find your language very charming.

Bobby: It isn't. It's direct.

Catherine: I'd like you to leave so that I can take a bath. Is that direct?

Catherine: It's useless.

Bobby: Look, give me a chance.

Catherine: I'm trying to be delicate with you, but you just won't understand. I couldn't go with you. Not just because of Carl and my music, but because of you.

Catherine: You're a strange person, Robert. I mean, what would it come to? If a person has no love for himself, no respect for himself, no love of his friends, family, work, something... How can he ask for love in return? I mean, why should he ask for it?

Bobby: Living here in this rest home/asylum - that's what you want?

Catherine: Yes.

Bobby: That will make you happy?

Catherine: I hope it will. Yes.

Catherine: I'm sorry.

Bobby: That's dangerous, you know.

Catherine: Riding?

Bobby: Mm-hmm. You play the piano all day and then jump on a horse, you could get cramps.

Catherine: [after hearing Robert play the piano] That was beautiful, Robert, I'm surprised.

Bobby: Thank you.

Catherine: I was really very moved by... What's wrong?

Bobby: Nothing. It's just... I picked the easiest piece that I could think of. I first played it when I was 8-years-old, and I played it better then.

Catherine: [Reading Robert's Notebook] "Let X equal the quantity of all quantities of X. Let X equal the cold. It is cold in December. The months of cold equal November through February. There are four months of cold, and four of heat, leaving four months of indeterminate temperature. In February it snows. In March the Lake is a lake of ice. In September the students come back and the bookstores are full. Let X equal the month of full bookstores. The number of books approaches infinity as the number of months of cold approaches four. I will never be as cold now as I will in the future. The future of cold is infinite. The future of heat is the future of cold. The bookstores are infinite and so are never full except in September..."

Catherine: I didn't find it.

Hal: Yes, you did.

Catherine: No, I didn't

Hal: I didn't find it.

Catherine: I didn't find it. I wrote it.

Robert: I hope you're not spending your birthday alone.

Catherine: I'm not alone.

Robert: I don't count.

Catherine: Why not?

Robert: I'm your old man. Go out with friends.

Catherine: Yeah, right.

Robert: Aren't your friends taking you out?

Catherine: Nope.

Robert: Why not?

Catherine: For your friends to take you out, you have to have friends. Funny how that works.

Robert: You're gonna be okay.

Catherine: I am?

Robert: Yes. I promise you. The simple fact that we can talk about this together is a good sign.

Catherine: A good sign?

Robert: Yeah.

Catherine: How could it be a good sign?

Robert: Because crazy people don't sit around wondering if they're nuts.

Catherine: They don't?

Robert: No. They've got better things to do. Take it from me. A very good sign that you're crazy is an inability to ask the question, "Am I crazy?"

Catherine: Even if the answer is yes?

Robert: Crazy people don't ask, you see?

Catherine: Huh.

Catherine: It doesn't fit me.

[about the dress]

Hal: Sure it does.

Catherine: You can't prove it.

Hal: I can disprove the opposite.

Catherine: Do you want to go?

Hal: I want to stay here with you.

Catherine: Oh.

Hal: I want to spend the day with you, if at all possible, I want to spend as much time with you as I can, unless I'm coming on way too strong right now and scaring you, in which case I'll begin back-pedalling immediately!

Claire: Did you use that conditioner I brought you?

Catherine: No. Shit. I forgot.

Claire: Well, it's my favorite. You'll love it, Katie. I want you to try it.

Catherine: I'll try it next time.

Claire: You'll like it. It has jojoba.

Catherine: What is jojoba?

Claire: It's something they put in for healthy hair.

Catherine: Hair is dead.

Claire: What?

Catherine: It's... It's dead tissue. You can't make it healthy.

Claire: Whatever. It's good for your hair.

Catherine: Like what? A chemical?

Claire: No. It's organic.

Catherine: It can be organic and still be a chemical.

Claire: I don't know what it is.

Catherine: Heard of organic chemistry?

Claire: It makes my hair look, smell and feel good, and that is the extent of my information about it. You might like it if you decide to use it.

Catherine: Thanks. I'll try it.

[last lines]

Catherine: [voice over] How many days have I lost? How can I get back to the place where I started? I'm outside a house, trying to find my way in. But it is locked and the blinds are down, and I've lost the key, and I can't remember what the rooms look like or where I put anything. And if I dare go in inside, I wonder... will I ever be able to find my way out?

[Catherine looks up; Hal is standing in front of her]

Catherine: Sometimes in my head I think it works, and then... Sometimes I just think it's crazy.

Hal: There's nothing wrong with you.

Catherine: I think I'm like my dad.

Hal: I think you are, too.

Catherine: I'm afraid I'm like my dad.

Hal: You are not him.

Catherine: Maybe I will be.

Hal: Maybe, and maybe you'll be better.

Catherine: It was like... connecting the dots. Some nights I could connect three or four of them, and some nights they'd be really far apart. I'd have no idea how to get to the next one, if there was the next one. It just seems really stitched together and lumpy. Dad's stuff was way more elegant.

Hal: Talk me through it and tell me what's bothering you.

Catherine: [voice over] If I go back to the beginning, I could start it over again. I could go line by line, try and find a shorter way. I could try to make it... better.

Catherine: It is forty pages long. I didn't memorize it. It is not a muffin recipe!

Catherine: I feel like I could crack open, like an egg, or one of those really smelly French cheeses that ooze when you cut them.

Hal: It's too advanced. I don't even understand most of it.

Catherine: You think it's too advanced?

Hal: Yes.

Catherine: It's too advanced for you.

Hal: You could not have done this work.

Catherine: But what if I did?

Hal: Well, what if?

Catherine: It would be a real disaster for you. Wouldn't it? You and the other geeks who barely finished their PhD's, who are marking time doing lame research, bragging about the conferences they go to. Wow. Playing in an awful band and whining that they're intellectually past it at 26, because they are!

Catherine: If I go back to the beginning, I could start it over again. I could go line by line; try and find a shorter way. I could try to make it... better.

Hal: You read a lot of maths.

Catherine: I read Cosmo. It is just a window dressing.

Catherine: It is thirty degrees outside, in the middle of the night. Are you cold?

Robert: Of course, I am freezing my ass off

Catherine: She was born in Paris in 1776.

Hal: Then I definitely never met her.

Catherine: Wow. I can't believe how many people are here. I never knew he had this many friends. Where have you all been for the last five years? I guess to you guys he was already dead, right?

Catherine: You blew it. It's too bad, too, cause the rest of it was really good. "I loved your dad." "I always liked you." "I wanna spend every minute with you." That's killer stuff.

Hal: I meant it.

Catherine: You got laid and you got the notebook. You're a genius.

Hal: Talk to me, Catherine. This proof is yours.

Robert: What about Claire?

Catherine: She's not my friend. She's my sister.

Catherine: Wait.

Robert: What's the matter?

Catherine: It doesn't make sense.

Robert: Sure it does.

Catherine: No.

Robert: Where's the problem?

Catherine: The problem is, you are crazy.

Robert: So?

Catherine: So you said a crazy person would never admit that.

Robert: Ah. I see.

Catherine: So?

Robert: It's a point.

Catherine: So how can you admit it?

Robert: Well because, I'm also dead. Aren't I?

Hal: Well, I'm gonna be late. Some friends of mine are in this band. They're playing in a bar on Diversey, way down the bill, they go on about 2 to 2:30. I said I'd be there.

Catherine: Great.

Hal: They're all in the math deparment, they're really good. They have this song called 'i', you'd like it. Like lower-cased i. They just stand there and don't play anything for three minutes.

Catherine: Imaginary number.

Hal: It's a math joke... You see why they're way down on the bill.

Catherine: That's a long way to drive to see some nerds in a band.

Hal: You know, I hate when people say that. It's not really that long of a drive.

Catherine: So, they are nerds.

Hal: Oh, they're raging geeks. But they're geeks who, you know, can dress themselves and hold down a job at a major university. Some of them have switched from glasses to contacts. They, uh, play sports, they play in a band, they get laid suprisingly often... So, it makes you kinda question the whole set of terms. Geek, nerd, wonk, dilbert, paste eater...

Catherine: You're in this band, aren't you.

Hal: Ok, yes. I play the drums. You wanna come? I never sing, I swear to God.

[first lines]

Robert: [stirring her out of a dream] Can't sleep?

Catherine: Oh, Jesus! Oh, you scared me.

Robert: When are you going to do some mathematics with me?

Catherine: I can't think of anything worse.

Catherine: It's like if you... if you deny yourself something long enough... for whatever self-imposed reason, you know, the moment you are faced with any real external imposition you're going to voluntarily want to do the thing that you were trying so hard not to do.

Catherine: Hey, are you asleep? This was the best birthday... I like it so much when you're here. I love you.

[Catherine has Jackie in bed seducing her for the first time]

Catherine: Are you okay?

Jackie: Yeah.

Catherine: You sure? Have you ever done this before?

Jackie: Yeah.

Catherine: You have?

Jackie: Once, I think.

Catherine: You think?

Jackie: Yeah, but I'm not supposed to say who with. She's on TV and famous now.

Catherine: I want you to meet Professor Hartley, of Yale. This is my son, Charles.

Carl: Just call me Carl. I don't need any of that imperialistic, post-Hegelian, authoritarian crap for my ego. Hmm?

Catherine: [to Rich] You fucking animal. You unrepentant piece of shit. You click your tongue and you revel in the affairs of others. You are worthless. You don't know anything about me. You show up to fuck my best friend, and you pry into the lives of others to conceal how worthless and boring your own life is. I don't deserve this. I just want to be left alone. I want to be left alone with the few people who are left in this world who are decent.

[Catherine glances briefly at Ginny before reverting back to Rich]

Catherine: You are weak and greedy and selfish, and you are the root of every problem. You are why people betray one another. You are why there is nowhere safe or happy anymore. You are why depression exists. You are why there is no escape from indecency and gossip and lies. You, Rich, you are why my father had to die. Because he couldn't live in a world like *this.*

Catherine: You said, "I love you," I said, "Wait." I was going to say, "Take me," you said, "Go away."

Jim: Either it's raining, or I'm dreaming.

Catherine: Maybe it's both.

Catherine: Are you hurt? Then I'll stop being hurt. We mustn't ever both suffer at once.

Jim: What is it?

Catherine: Sulfuric acid, for the eyes of men who tell lies.

Catherine: Watch us well, Jules!

[last lines]

Catherine: No one shall ever enter this room again.

Catherine: Maximilian, we must break into the torture chamber! Quickly!

Catherine: I must stop drinking and sleeping with drunk gay guys.

Claude: What happened with the last guy?

Catherine: He left in the middle of the night with my bras and panties.

Catherine: You know, most guys, if they don't leave right after the fuck, they slip out in the middle of the night and you never hear from them again. Or worse, they move in and take over your place - then you find out they're married or the police are after them. Even worse, he is jobless and homeless. And even MORE more worse - like my last guy - all three together.

Catherine: Jealousy, for men, it's a reflex!

Catherine: I live in the music.

Catherine: I wanted to be one of the wild ones, the ones who broke free.

Catherine: [after learning what they're up against] What are we supposed to do? Just go back to work?

Kelly: What would you rather have? A wreath of garlic? A benediction? A crucifix?

Catherine: Then it really is Old Scratch knocking at the door.

[Walter is studying quantum physics]

Walter: Why do I want a Ph.D. in this?

Catherine: Particle beam weapons, research grants...

Walter: A millionaire when I'm forty! Now I remember!

Brian: What happened? You talk numbers, you get romantic. You talk people, you clam up.

Catherine: Just a little miscue, that's all.

[Brian attempts to tell Catherine he loves her after sleeping with her]

Brian: Can I tell you something?

Catherine: Please don't.

Brian: I want to.

Catherine: Tell me next time. If there is one. Or the time after that, or... two years from now.

Brian: Who was he? The one that gave you such a high opinion of men?

Catherine: I wouldn't like it if either of us jumped to conclusions.

Brian: How do you know what I was going to say what you think I was going to say?

Catherine: Because if you don't, I don't want to know.

Catherine: What are you gonna do to me?

Lobo: We're gonna play a little game. Clint and I like to call it "Find 'Em and Fuck 'Em". It's kinda like Hide 'N Seek, but not. It's better. It's a lot better. You're gonna go run somewhere and pray I don't find you. "Cause when I find you, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna spray my whipped cream all over that sundae. All over that cherry.

Lobo: All right, it's a run. What are you waiting for, a starting gun? Bang. Run.

Lobo: Here I come! Run, bitch, run! RUN, BITCH, RUN! RUN, BITCH, RUN!

Marla: Have you ever been with a woman? It's gonna be the first time for both of us...

Catherine: What?

Marla: At least for today!

[first lines]

[English version]

Alex: Here we are. It looks wild, huh?

Catherine: You can say that again.

[English version]

Alex: It's a pity that they just don't want reporters along, but we'll come back soon.

Catherine: Sure. Just the same, I hate being separated from my goddess.

Catherine: There are no accidents; at this precise moment everyone is exactly where they belong: me, him, and you... there in your chair.

[last lines]

Catherine: You don't control him anymore. He controls you. Kill him and come home. I love you.