Deborah Quotes in Baby Driver (2017)

[Baby is sitting at a table in a diner when Deborah, a waitress, notices him]

Deborah: So are you starting your day or did you just get off?

Baby: They call; I go. You know?

[Instantly, Baby's phone buzzes on the table which he catches without looking]

Deborah: So what is it you do?

Baby: I'm a driver.

Deborah: Oh, like a chauffeur? Anyone I'd know?

Baby: I hope not.

Deborah: What is your name?

Baby: Baby.

Deborah: Your name's Baby? B-A-B-Y Baby?

Deborah: Hey Baby, you know it's funny. Even though I heard it so many times in the court case, I still can't get used to the fact that your real name is Miles. It's a cool name though. I can think of a lot of great Miles songs. But we still have to get through all those Baby songs first. I can't wait until the day when it's just us, music and the road. See you later Baby. All my love, Deborah.

Deborah: We can upload your entire album to fridges, washer dryers, blenders, and microwaves across the country.

Owen: You could do that?

Deborah: Yes, nerd. It's just wifi jibber jabber; it's not a big deal.

Eddie: Nobody doin' appliance shit, my nigga.

Deborah: Isn't that right, my nigger? No one is doing appliance shit!

Harry: Okay... w-with the hard "r".

Eddie Cantrow: I love sports. In fact, I even lost my virginity on a baseball diamond.

Buzz: Oh, you're too much. Really?

Eddie Cantrow: Yeah, yeah. A couple of the older kids pushed down and -

[growls]

Eddie Cantrow: [everyone stops laughing]

Eddie Cantrow: It was not pretty.

[pause]

Gayla: Did you file charges?

Eddie Cantrow: No, I...

Miranda: He was making a joke, Gayla.

Deborah: About anal rape...?

[Rick gets on the table in the high school cafeteria to make an announcement]

Rick: Um, excuse me. Could I have your attention please? Your attention? Every day at lunch, we get a very special treat from a very special guy. A guy who has dedicated his life to building his body, pushing his muscles to the very limits of human endurance. Why, you ask? Why? Well, to be strong enough to lift tables and spill food, Greg Tolan!

Rick: [everyone starts cheering and clapping with Rick] Whoa, wait. Let's take a moment to find out a little bit about the man behind the mess. Greg! May I call you Greg? Now, tell us, Greg, how did you get into spilling food, huh? Were you a messy baby? Did you hate your strained peas? Well, you know, how most psychologists tell us that guys, well, they get into body building to compensate for either a lack of IQ, or a small weenie. Which is it, Greg? Well, those of us in Greg's gym class certainly know the answer to that one.

Greg Tolan: [Greg makes the image of a penis with his pinky finger] I'm going to beat the shit out of you, Morehouse!

Deborah: [Deborah tries to keep Greg back] Greg, please!

Rick: Hey, isn't he great? Muscles and a sense of humor. Well, let's thank Greg for the many lunchtime thrills and spills he's given us. All right everybody, up! Come on, everybody up! Grab an end of your table!

Rick: [the kids in the cafeteria go to an end of their table] A tribute to you, Greg. Lift!

Rick: [everybody in the cafeteria lifts their table, spilling food, including spilling their food on Greg's feet] We love you, Greg!

[after the melee in the cafeteria, Greg starts to go after Rick before Deborah stops him]

Deborah: Come on Greg, Greg. Lighten up. It was a joke. People laughed. Let it slide.

Greg Tolan: Stay out of this, Deborah.

Deborah: I'm getting real bored watching you push people around.

Greg Tolan: Yeah? Well, stick around 'cause it's gonna get real exciting.

Deborah: [Deborah grabs Greg's arm] You know, Terry was right. You are an asshole.

Greg Tolan: That asshole called me an asshole?

Deborah: Oh, now you want to beat him up too, right?

Greg Tolan: [Greg sarcastically responds] No, I wanna buy him an ice cream!

[Terry helps Deborah with advice to hold the back of her earring on]

Deborah: It's driving me crazy. I looked everywhere, I can't find the back of my earring. What am I suppose to do? Walk around all day with one earring? That is so punk.

Terry: Listen, all you got to do is break the eraser off a pencil. And you can use it to hold your earring on. Should get you through the day.

Deborah: [Deborah smiles as Terry walks away] Oh, thanks.

Terry: [Terry freezes before turning around with a smile] I have sisters.

[Deborah thanks Terry in the cafeteria for help fixing her earring]

Deborah: Excuse me! Hi. Thanks. It worked great.

Deborah: [Deborah then tells Greg] He knew how to fix my earring.

Greg Tolan: That's 'cause he's a little tulip!

[Deborah tells Terry and Rick about who Greg is]

Deborah: Greg just likes to act tough. He doesn't really hate you guys.

Terry: Oh, that's no act. He truly hates us.

Deborah: Deep down, he's insecure.

Terry: Yeah, well, upfront, he's an asshole.

Clifford: Look at this! Front page news, again. Suppose the whole lot of you'd been drowned.

Ginger Spice: Well, we weren't though, were we?

Posh: Speak for yourself.

Clifford: What did you think you were doing? Going off like that?

Scary Spice: We were just having fun!

Clifford: What?

Baby: Fun! You know, like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Sporty: Look, Clifford, we're old enough to take responsibility for our own lives, do you know what I mean?

Clifford: You don't have a life, you have a schedule! You are part of a well-oiled, global machine! There are people everywhere working their butts off for you! People like Deborah, here.

Deborah: Oh, can we leave my butt out of this, please?

Ginger Spice: Oh, just don't be so uptight, Clifford.

Clifford: Uptight? Uptight? You've got a live gig here tomorrow. It's my job to see that you turn up. My bum is on the line, here!

Posh: Can you please leave butts and bums out of this, for one minute?

Sporty: Clifford, some things are more important than gigs, you know.

Clifford: Like what?

Ginger Spice: Like self respect and our freedom, for a start!

Baby: Yeah, and friendship!

Clifford: What are you saying? You-you don't want to turn up here, tomorrow night?

Ginger Spice: [defiantly] Well, maybe we don't.

Baby: What'd you say that for?

Ginger Spice: I don't know, I just said it.

Deborah: He didn't mean that!

Clifford: [defiantly] Oh, didn't I?

Baby: [Tearfully] Look, can we please stop arguing?

Posh: When you know exactly what we're supposed to be doing. Will somebody please let me know?

[she storms off]

Scary Spice: [Angrily] Oh great, Clifford! Now look what you've gone and done!

Clifford: Well, that's just too bad!

Scary Spice: Well yeahj it is too bad cos you know what? I'm going home now, see ya!

[follows Victoria]

Clifford: Bye!

Baby: Look can we stop? All this, this is doing my head in.

[exits]

Sporty: [follows her bandmate in concern]

Sporty: Emma!

[runs after her]

Sporty: [a long oause ensues, and only Geri is left]

Ginger Spice: I hope you know what you're doing, cos if you're looking for a fight. you're gonna lose!

[the Spice Girls have all just stormed out after a huge row about an incident where they ran off with two competition winners and several of them fall into the River Thames]

Clifford: So what do you think? No I don't want to hear what you think?

[pauses]

Clifford: What do you think?

Deborah: I think you have definitely, definitely lost

Clifford: I think I may have just started the breakup of The Spice Girls

Clifford: [as Deborah stalks off] AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!

Deborah: Come on, Clifford. Don't you remember being a kid?

Clifford: [glares] What?

Deborah: You know? Fooling around on the playground, scrapping your knee.

Clifford: Deborah, what planet are you from?

Deborah: [finding Clifford alone in a bar] I thought i'd find you here.

Clifford: Sorry, there's only room for one depressed personality here.

Deborah: Come on, Clifford. At least you're still alive.

Clifford: That's the bit that depresses me.

Deborah: If it makes you feel better, I have a degree in politics, philosophy and economics, and I spend my entire life worrying wether Mel C. is wearing the right Nike Air Max.

Clifford: By the way, did you sort them out yet?

Deborah: Yes.

Clifford: Whoo.

Deborah: Mind you, I'd rather be us than the girls. Fame is such a fickle thing.

Elvis Costello: So, what can I get you?

Deborah: Gin and Tonic, please. Wait a minute. Make that a double.

Elvis Costello: Yes.

Deborah: You know what happens now, don't you?

Clifford: What's That?

Deborah: We sit here more and more self-pitying, telling tragic tales of lost lovers, and deaden the night with bursting passion and ruining our professional relationship.

Clifford: I'm up for that.

Clifford: Just a minute.

Deborah: [turns around]

Clifford: I love you.

Deborah: Of course you can. What's love!? love is sex, hate, ambitious, selfishness, you name it.

Deborah: [referring to Jezebel] She is very beautiful, isn't she, Jehu?

[Jehu stares at Jezebel and does not reply]

Deborah: I said she is very beautiful, isn't she?

Jehu: Oh, yes. She is very beautiful.

Deborah: ...and very evil.

Jehu: Why did you say that, Deborah?

Deborah: Perhaps because I'm a woman... 'cause I can see things in another woman that a man cannot see.

Deborah: [to Lynn in the Emergency Room] Look, if you've got something on your mind go upstairs to psych. Just don't bring it in here. We don't have any seconds to spare, Lynn! The woman standing in front of me had to be dragged from the locker room to put a chest tube in a trauma patient. Lynn Denlon should have been the first one there.

Deborah: Alright Robert Simack, now why don't you go and paint? Paint a worm in the apple.