Clayton Boone Quotes in Gods and Monsters (1998)

James Whale: [while sketching Boone] Oh, that shirt, Mr. Boone.

Clayton Boone: Hmm?

James Whale: Yes, I-I am sorry. It's just too white. It's too distracting. Would it be asking you too much to take it off?

Clayton Boone: [nervous] Well, I'm not wearing an undershirt today.

James Whale: Oh, pish posh, I'm not your Aunt Tillie.

Clayton Boone: You must think the whole world is queer.

Clayton Boone: I am NOT... your monster.

Hannah: Poor Mr. Jimmy. There is much good in him, but he will suffer the fires of hell.

Clayton Boone: Oh yeah?

Hannah: That is what the priests tell me. His sins of the flesh will keep him from heaven.

Clayton Boone: Hell, everybody's got those.

Hannah: No. His is the worst. The unspeakable. The deed no man can name without shame. What is the good English? All I know is bugger, he's a bugger, men who bugger each other...

Clayton Boone: A homo?

Hannah: *Yes*, you *know*...

Betty: Sounds screwy to me. I can't imagine a real artist wanting to spend time looking at that kisser.

Clayton Boone: Oh, yeah? Well, this kisser wasn't so bad that you couldn't lay under it a couple of times.

Clayton Boone: The monster's lonely. He wants a friend. A girlfriend. Somebody. What's so sick about that?

[last lines]

Michael Boone: [viewing James Whale's illustration of Clayton as Frankenstein's monster] Is this for real?

Dana Boone: Clay, take out the trash before it rains.

Clayton Boone: Come on.

Clayton Boone: Well, um, w-what were some of your movies?

James Whale: Oh, this and that. The only ones that you may have heard of are the Frankenstein movies.

Clayton Boone: Frankenstein? And, um, uh, Bride of Frankenstein? And the Son of? And the other ones too?

James Whale: Uh, no, I-I just directed the first two. The others were done by hacks.

Clayton Boone: No, I don't have a girlfriend.

James Whale: Why not?

Clayton Boone: You have to kiss some ass to get a piece of it.

James Whale: I suppose you'd like the top down?

Clayton Boone: If that's all right with you.

James Whale: Nothing would please me more.

James Whale: There was a time when this place was full of pricks. Big, hard, arrogant pricks.

Clayton Boone: Enough already. Isn't it bad enough that you tell me you're a fucking homo? You have to rub it in my face?

Clayton Boone: What was that all about?

[referring to conversation between Whale and Cuckor]

James Whale: Oh, don't worry. Nothing of any importance. Just two old men slapping each other with lilies.

Betty: I bet he's some fruit just pretending to be famous so that he can get in the big guy's pants.

Clayton Boone: What makes you say that?

Betty: Just thinking out loud.

Clayton Boone: Well, why don't you just keep your dirty thoughts to yourself?

Betty: Alright then, he's interested in you for your conversation. We all know what a great talker you are.

Clayton Boone: Fuck you.

Betty: Not anymore you don't.