Charlene Quotes in Gladiator (1992)

Lincoln: This is the white boy I told you saved my black ass.

Charlene: Appreciate that, because I love his ass.

Charlene, Marlene: Hello, President Skroob.

President Skroob: [to Marlene] Hello, Charlene.

Marlene: I'm Marlene.

President Skroob: [to Charlene] Hello, Marlene.

Charlene: I'm Charlene.

President Skroob: Chew your gum.

Charlene: Men hide their emotions. You bury yours, Marcus

Charlene: So we have to go back?

Marcus: There's just some things that need answers, I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward.

Marcus: My voice sounds different.

Charlene: It's better. It's got more pain in it.

Charlene: So what is it that you do?

Marcus: I'm a gangsta.

Charlene: No really what do you do?

Marcus: I'm a rapper.

Charlene: No Marcus, what do you really do?

Marcus: I'm a gangsta rapper.

Charlene: This ain't the Red Lobster.

Willie: Charlene, do you think it's possible we can make enough gifts to meet our quota?

Charlene: Baseball bats, lose four seconds, 55... Yeah, it is possible.

Willie: It is, but, Fred, that's not what the kids asked for.

Fred Claus: Yeah, but all that matters is that each of the kids get a toy. That they have something that they can open when they wake up in the morning. Most importantly, they all know there's somebody who's thinking about them.

Ray Tuckby: And how was your day?

Charlene: I found a half-off coupon of Bounty paper towels, with no expiration. Isn't that something?

Ray Tuckby: I guess it is, yeah. What about you son?

Eddie: I busted some windows on a couple of houses down the street. I wanna burn down that shitbox up the street that that dead guy croaked in.

Walter Hale: Sit down!

Charlene: Why?

Walter Hale: 'Y' is a crooked letter.

Charlene: Don't ask me how but the more you hear the less you know.

Milly: I found out about the boy next door. His name's Eric Gibb. They think he's autistic.

Louis Michaelson: He's got some marbles loose, or what?

Milly: Well, they don't exactly know, but he's never spoken a word in his life and he doesn't like being around people. There's some institute that wants to come and take him away, but Mrs. Sherman says he's better off with his uncle. He's in my class at school. Mrs. Sherman, she used to teach those kinds of kids. She thinks that maybe being around normal people will help him, or something.

Charlene: Where are his parents?

Milly: That's the weird part. When Eric was five years old, his parents went on a trip to Spain or France or someplace like that. The plane crashed and they died.

Charlene: Oh, dear.

Milly: Now, what I heard is that the moment the plane went down, Eric was alone in his room and without anybody even telling him anything, he started to pretend to fly. It's like, somehow, he knew his parents were about to crash. The way he figured he could save them was by being an airplane. He's been one ever since.

[long pause, then Milly starts humming the theme to "The Twilight Zone"]

Charlene: What happened to your face.

Milly: Someone threw a ball at me.

Charlene: Who threw a ball at you?

Milly: No-one threw a ball at me, it was an accident.

Romy: Those shoes look like they would hurt a lot.

Charlene: [adjusting her high heels] Yeah, they do. I think you're only supposed to wear them in bed - if you know what I mean.

Nick: So what do we think of Samantha Frank?

Charlene: She's a vacuum with nipples.

Charlene: You taught me black was slimming, but, if you insist, one fat pig coming up.

Charlene: I hope you guys don't mind a little blow?

Bubba Ray: A hooker with drugs. What are the chances of that?

Cornfed: Pretty darn slim Bubba Ray. I think we're in luck!