Emma Quotes in San Andreas (2015)

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Emma Quotes:

  • Emma: You left my daughter alone? If you're not already dead, I'm going to fucking kill you.

  • Simon: Tell me you love me.

    Emma: I love you.

    Simon: Simon.

    Emma: I love you Simon.

    Simon: Miracle three.

  • Emma: [reading Simon's journal aloud] "I see my angel for the first time. Know my purpose, feel my birth, Hear, at first faintly, then distinctly The sweet strains of our union. Our love heats up the cold universe And gives my tired, desperate hope A reason and season to be revealed."

    Simon: "We, purified by our kisses, are eternally healed."

  • Emma: I'm glad it stopped bleeding. You don't need stitches. We have to disinfect it though.

    Simon: You really are an angel.

    Emma: Mmm hmm.

    [soaking cotton ball in rubbing alcohol and approaching the cut with it]

    Emma: It's gonna hurt.

    Simon: AHH!

    [surprising Emma, laughing]

    Simon: Ha ha...! sorry...

    [serious, realizing it wasn't funny]

    Simon: I'm sorry... Are you alright?

    Emma: Yeah...

    Simon: I-I should go.

    Emma: No... take off your pants.

    Simon: [beat] Pardon?

    Emma: [embarassed] I mean your sweater. There's blood on it. I'll wash it.

    Simon: Very domestic. There's blood on your blouse as well. I'll wash it.

    [unbuttons her blouse, revealing her hidden cold fusion notes. He tries to remove them, but she doesn't let him]

    Simon: Do you have any wine?

  • [last lines]

    Emma: Dad? Dad.

    John: Emma.

    Emma: Is that you?

    John: Yeah baby, it's me. It's me.

    Emma: I'm not dreaming?

    John: No, you're not. You're not dreaming...

  • Emma: Don't be a putz.

    John: Putz. I worked 80 hours this week, what did you do?

  • Max: You know, under different circumstances, I think we would have made a hell of a couple.

    Emma: I would have killed you in your sleep.

    Max: My kinda girl.

  • [first lines]

    Scott: You come about the flat?

    Emma: [yes]

    Scott: I warn ya, this place is free for a reason. It's a shit hole. Still want to have a look?

    Emma: Yes.

    Scott: Okay. Guided tour... Hallway, dark, damp, rat-infested.

    Emma: Nice.

    [heads up the stairs]

  • Emma: United we stand, divided we're fucked, okay?

  • [last lines]

    Emma: [to Scott] I will call you.

  • Christine Hastings: Who's this?

    Alex: That's Emma.

    Emma: I'm, uh, he's my boyfriend. I mean, friend who's a boy.

    Tuck: Awkward.

  • Dr. Lawrence Madsen: Who-who are you?

    Emma: Who am I? Who am I?

    [dramatic sobbing]

    Emma: Exactly! it's like I don't even know any more!

  • Emma: It's enough to drive you to the nut house. Of course this place probably already is the nut house.

  • Emma: I made you a Valentine's Day card.

    Adam: What?

    [laughs]

    Adam: It's perfect. Will you read it for me?

    Emma: [reads card] You give me premature ventricular contractions.

    Adam: I'm assuming that's a good thing.

    Emma: You make my heart skip a beat.

    Adam: Aww.

    Emma: Don't make fun of me!

  • Emma: I can't stop thinking about him.

    Katie: Who? Adam?

    Emma: Yeah. I know it's over and I'm looking. It's just that no one is as.

    Katie: [interrupts] Tall?

    Emma: He's so tall.

    Katie: So tall.

    Emma: And he's so, like.

    Katie: Happy?

    Emma: Annoyingly happy, all the time. But he has this.

    [pauses]

    Emma: He has the best heart.

  • Emma: [wakes up] Adam!

    Adam: What?

    Emma: We fell asleep and we were spooning.

    Adam: We were?

    Emma: Yeah. And we were spooning with our clothes on which is like 10 times worse.

  • Adam: [answers phone] Hello?

    Emma: Hi. It's Emma Kurtzman from Camp Weehawken.

    Adam: Yes. What is it?

    Emma: So my sister's getting married in Santa Barbara tomorrow and, I don't know. I heard your show was tonight. Congratulations.

    Adam: Thank you.

    Emma: I know this is random. I just, um, I miss you. I miss you so much.

    Adam: Ok. I don't know what to say. You're calling me because you're at your sister's wedding and she looks happy and everyone is happy and you're not

    Emma: I thought.

    [pauses]

    Emma: I don't know what I thought. I guess I wanted to hear your voice. I mean, I know we broke up but.

    Adam: [interrupts] Emma. We didn't break up. We never started. Look, I gotta go. I'm still at work. Have fun at the wedding and tell your sister congratulations for me. Bye.

    [hangs up]

    Emma: [looks at phone] Aw fuck.

  • Emma: Do you wanna do this?

    Adam: Do what?

    Emma: Use each other for sex, at all hours of the day and night. Nothing else.

    Adam: Yeah, I could do that.

    Emma: Good. It's gonna be fun.

  • Emma: This isn't really my place. I mean, who am I? I just have sex with your son sometimes.

    Adam: Yes she does!

    Emma: But, there is really no reason for you to bring a child into this world since you're acting like children already.

    Vanessa: That was really mean.

    Emma: Yeah, I'm mean. But you're fucking crazy. Because given the choice between Adam and his dad. Given the choice between Adam and anyone, really, I'd choose Adam. Every time.

    [to Adam]

    Emma: Do you want to get out of here?

    Adam: Yeah. Fuck this.

    Emma: Oh, by the way. It's the best sex of my life.

    [yells]

    Emma: Great Scott!

  • Emma: Adam, you're wonderful. If you're lucky you're never gonna see me again.

  • Emma: Taxi!

    [gets in car]

    Emma: Take me to Adam's house!

    Taxi Driver: Okay, ma'am, where's that?

    Emma: Where Adam lives!

  • Adam: So, what's up with not calling me back?

    Emma: I'm not good at this stuff.

    Adam: At what? Talking?

    Emma: Yeah, talking. Communicating. Relationship stuff. If we were in a relationship I would become a weird scary version of myself. My throat starts constricting. The walls start throbbing. It's like a peanut allergy, like an emotional peanut allergy.

    Adam: Well, I can't date you either. You're not my dad's type.

  • Emma: Ring ring! It's the pumpkin patch. They want their pumpkins back!

    Lisa: We're not pumpkins!

    Joy: We're ladies!

    Emma: But you're so orange!

    [Adam tries carrying Emma inside]

    Emma: Hey! Someone call Charlie Brown! We found the Great Pumpkin!

  • Emma: I think monogamy goes against our basic biology.

  • Katie: [answers phone] Hey! How did it go? Did you find him?

    Emma: Yeah, he was with a girl. It's his girlfriend. And I was in a bush.

    Katie: Oh crap.

    [pauses]

    Katie: Are you still there?

    Emma: [crying] Yeah.

    Katie: Okay, get in your car and drive away. How much money do you have on you?

    Emma: Uh, like 10 bucks.

    Katie: Okay, the box of 50 doughnut holes is $5.79. You're gonna need two boxes.

    Emma: [crying harder] I lost him!

    Katie: I'm so sorry. I love you.

    Emma: I know.

    [hangs up]

  • Adam: I understand what's going on. You're all on the same cycle. This is very exciting. Your uterine walls will be shedding for the next three to five days.

    Shira: Nice memorization. Did you Google that?

    Adam: I may have. Because you're women. And I think that's a beautiful thing. Oh...

    [takes out a CD]

    Adam: I also made you this.

    [hands it to Emma]

    Adam: To help soothe your womb.

    Patrice: It's a mix!..."Even Flow." "Red, Red Wine."

    Shira: "Sunday Bloody Sunday"?

    Emma: Adam. You made me... a period mix?

    Guy: That's so romantic!

    Patrice: Frank Sinatra, "I've Got the World on a String"!

    Adam: It's a classic.

  • Emma: The height difference! When we stand next to each other it looks like he's kidnapping me.

    Patrice: You always do this. You always find something wrong with everybody who likes you. And I date guys who have real problems. I date guys who steal my credit card and then they tell me it's my fault because I left it out. You find these perfect guys and then you're like, it will never work he's too happy.

    Emma: What's up, Dr. Metzner!

    [shocked]

    Emma: Did I just say what's up to Steven Metzner?

    Patrice: That was really hard to watch.

    Emma: Look I know I'm supposed to want to be in a relationship, but I just end up with a broken heart and a bunch of his old t-shirts.

  • Emma: Sometimes, my neck gets sore.

    Adam: Why?

    Emma: Because my brain is so big.

  • Sandra Kurtzman: You know I worry about you sometimes.

    Emma: Why? Is this about me not having a date?

    Sandra Kurtzman: No, I know you can dance alone. I know that you'll be fine. You're always fine.

    Emma: So?

    Sandra Kurtzman: I don't know. When we lost your father I couldn't stand to see you in pain and I think you knew that. I think that you got good at being strong for me.

    [pauses]

    Sandra Kurtzman: I'm telling you be hurt. I can take it. The world can take it.

    Emma: [teary] Okay.

  • Emma: Congrats? For what, having sex with you?

    Adam: You did a good job, so... I thought you deserved a balloon.

  • Emma: Dr. Metzner? Adam, what's going on? What happened?

    Dr. Metzner: He sprained his wrist punching a wall.

    Emma: You texted me that you were dying.

    Adam: It really hurt.

    Dr. Metzner: I gave him some Hyrdocodone for the night. It's a very strong painkiller. You might want to have Dr. Kurtzman here drive you home. And here is a prescription for an anti-inflammatory.

    [hands to Emma]

    Dr. Metzner: Don't worry, you're in good hands. Your girlfriend here is a very talented doctor.

    Emma: No! I'm not his girlfriend.

    Adam: She is not my girlfriend.

    Dr. Metzner: Oh sorry. I saw that he listed you as an emergency contact. My mistake. Oh by the way, I enjoyed your dad's TV show. Great Scott! It's funny stuff.

    Adam: I'll tell him you said that.

    [pops pill]

  • Adam: My dad invited me to dinner and he's bringing Vanessa. You have to come with me.

    Emma: No, I don't. I just worked 14 hours. I'm not gonna meet your parents.

    Adam: You know what? Just help me. These are really powerful painkillers. I can't feel anything.

    Emma: [slaps Adam] Feel that?

    Adam: Yeah. I felt that.

  • Emma: Don't list me as your emergency contact. I won't come.

    Adam: Isn't that against your Hypocratic Oath?

    Emma: Yeah. I'd let you die!

  • Adam: Hey!

    Emma: What?

    Adam: Thank you for what you did back at the restaurant.

    Adam: Go on a date with me.

    Emma: You're heavily sedated.

    Adam: Come on,it's... It's one date. Just do it.

    Emma: Why? So I can wear make up and act perfect all night?

    Adam: Yeah. I'll pick you up, and we can talk about our favorite books and our favorite TV shows. I'll pay for everything and you can reward me with an over-the-jeans cock rub. Like a real date.

    Emma: Is that really what you want?

    Adam: This Friday.

  • Adam: You're crazy. I felt like Flava-Flav.

    Emma: I can't believe you chose those girls.

    Adam: You jealous?

    Emma: Don't do that. Don't just disappear like that on me.

    Adam: You told me to.

    Emma: You shouldn't listen to me.

    Adam: Alright, I won't.

  • Adam: [Calling Emma] You can't just suddenly call me and say you miss me!

    Emma: I know...

    Adam: No, do not call me to say you miss me. Do not text me, do not e-mail me... do not write it on my wall! If you really miss me, come here and tell me that!

  • Adam: You know, I don't want to freak you out, but I'd love to hang out with you in the daytime sometime.

    Emma: It's not really possible. I have no time. I work 80 hours a week doing 36-hour shifts. What I need is someone who's going to be in my bed in 2 a.m. who I don't have to lie to or eat breakfast with.

    Adam: I hate breakfast.

    Emma: Do you want to do this?

    Adam: Do what?

    Emma: Use each other for sex at all hours of the day and night, nothing else.

    Adam: [soundbite of music] Yeah, I could do that.

    Emma: Good.

  • Alvin: How long have you two been together?

    Emma: Oh, we're not.

    Adam: We're sex friends.

    Emma: Yes we are.

    Adam: Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies.

    Alvin: [surprised] Great Scott!

  • Adam: Go on a date with me.

    Emma: [laughing] You're heavily sedated.

  • Katie: Mom is so excited. She was like screaming and crying last night! Oh, and she's going to fly down with Bones and help me shop for the dress.

    Emma: [interrupts] Who? Bones? Who's Bones? Katie, who's Bones?

    Katie: He's mom's friend. I wasn't supposed to tell you about him.

    Emma: She has a boyfriend named Bones? What is he a drifter?

    Katie: No!

    Emma: Why didn't she tell me?

    Katie: Emma, you're so good at being alone. Mom and I aren't like that.

    Emma: What's that supposed to mean?

    Katie: Just, it's true.

  • Adam: I can't keep doing this. I'm not gonna see you again.

    Emma: I know. That makes sense.

    Adam: Bye.

  • Emma: I'm going to start peeing with the door open, it's going to get weird.

  • Emma: Yeah, I stuck it in.

  • Adam: Don't call my penis cute. Even if it's dressed up as a Care Bear and it's giving you a care stare.

    Emma: Don't dress up your penis. Ever!

  • Emma: I'm Emma Kurtzman. You tried to finger me!

  • Adam: Come on, it's one date. Just do it.

    Emma: Why? So I can wear make up and act perfect all night?

  • Adam: So, did I just pass out on your couch?

    Emma: No. Then you did this thing. It was like, a dance?

    Adam: Dance?

    Emma: Yeah, like.

    [impersonates Adam's dance]

    Adam: I shook my dick at you?

    Emma: Yeah.

    Adam: Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

    Emma: No, no. It was exciting. It was like, you were cheering while you were doing it. You were like, "look at my dick!"

    Adam: Did you look at it?

    Emma: Yeah I looked. It was nice. You have a really nice penis.

    Adam: Nice?

    Emma: Seems kind of like carefree.

  • Emma: [wearing 3-D glasses] Wow... it looks like it's coming right at me.

  • Emma: You look like a pumpkin, bitch!

  • Emma: I'll be gone for like, an hour... I'm just getting some... Yogurt.

  • Shira: You bringing Adam to the Christmas party tonight?

    Emma: No. Things were getting too intense so we decided not to see each other until we hook up with other people.

    Shira: Okay. Yes. Good! We are getting laid tonight. This is going to be like Sideways only you're Paul Giamatti and I'm the guy who gets laid.

    Emma: I can't get laid?

    Shira: No. Tonight is about me, Emma. I'm feeling hot. I'm feeling good. I'm wearing bikini bottoms because my other underwear is dirty. Alright, we're hot. You feel hot?

    Emma: [shrugs] No one threw up on me today.

    Shira: We're sluts, Emma. We're dirty, dirty sluts!

    Emma: Okay.

    Shira: Remember, we're sluts!

  • Emma: That hole is my bitch!

  • Emma: You want to go with me to this stupid thing?

  • Emma: I lost him.

  • Emma: People aren't meant to be together forever.

  • [from trailer]

    Emma: [to Liv] Your wedding's gonna be huge, just like your ass at prom.

    Liv: Your wedding can suck it.

  • Marion St. Claire: A wedding marks the first day of the rest of your life. You have been dead until now. Were you aware of that? You're dead right now.

    Emma: I understand.

    Marion St. Claire: Angela, for example, will die dead.

  • Emma: [during Who is Your Daddy game] My daddy works on a computer all day, and is the head of his company and he, um, he has a moustache and a beard, and he-he doesn't have a lot of hair, and cuz-um, since his head is so big, he can't wear any hats.

  • Detective John Kimble: Emma, take your toy back to the carpet and sit down.

    Emma: I'm not a policeman, I'm a princess!

    Detective John Kimble: Take your toy back to the carpet!

    Emma: [softly] I'm not policeman, I'm a princess.

    Detective John Kimble: TAKE IT BACK!

    Emma: [miserable] All right.

  • Emma: Come outside with me, I've got a surprise for you!

    [Emma and Dante run outside and pass Jay, posing completely naked]

    Dante Hicks: That's my surprise?

    Emma: No.

  • Randal Graves: Emma, are you like this 'cause you have an unnaturally large clit?

    Emma: You just *had* to tell him, didn't ya?

    Dante Hicks: It kinda came out one day!

    Randal Graves: He says it's so big it's almost like a little cock, which says all kinds of weird things about him that I don't even wanna think about.

  • Emma: It must be nice to have a job with so much downtime.

    Randal Graves: Downtime's important. If I had to deal with all the fucking mouthbreathers non-stop without a break, I'd put my head in the deep-fryer.

    [Dante and Emma stare at him, waiting for him to leave]

    Randal Graves: Balls, too...

  • Randal Graves: [to Emma] You became persona non-nookie to me the minute he started diddling your pooter.

    Emma: So thinking of me in terms of being a girl kind of creeps you out, does it?

    Randal Graves: Sweetheart, I don't think of you in terms of being a girl, I don't think of you in any way...

    [Emma lifts up her shirt]

    Randal Graves: Oh, that was just *wrong*.

    Emma: If you don't get the fuck out of here so that I can spend some quality time with my man, next I'm gonna show you my pooter.

    Randal Graves: Why would you wanna do something like that?

    [Emma unbuckles her belt]

    Randal Graves: Alright, alright, I'm leaving!

  • Becky: Emma, I don't - I don't know what to say.

    Emma: [on the verge of tears] Take him, fucking whore.

    [throws her ring at Becky]

  • David: Emma... Will you marry me?

    Emma: Won't you wanna wait and see if I get my figure back?

    David: If you stay flabby, I promise I'll get flabby as well.

    Emma: Wonder if that's the first time the word "flabby" has been used in a marriage proposal.

    [she kisses him]

    David: Emma... I'm Starbuck.

    Emma: [whispers angrily] Why are you always scamming? God, how could you think that a marriage proposal would excuse the fact that you're the father of 533 children? David! God! No, this... this is no longer your child!

    David: I wanna be very clear on two points. The first point: I said I was going to change as quickly as possible, and I am doing that. I've had a chance to do a lot of thinking. A lot. And I've come to the conclusion that it's not anyone *but me* who can decide if I am a father or not. Not a judge, not my family, not Dr. Phil... And in the end, not you. In other words, no one but the father can decide if he is the father or not. And I, David Wozniak, am the father of this child. Now, the other reality that can't be changed, is the fact that I am Starbuck. Now, this obviously can be something frightening, since it's something totally new and no one on this planet has ever experienced it before. It's, uh, you know, it's it's... it is like the first steps on the moon. But despite a few drawbacks, I think that we can actually take away from this a tremendous amount of joy. Not to mention *vast amounts* of free babysitting. I don't know how this is gonna work out. Right now, me coming out and revealing who I am, I'm risking everything. I'm risking *all* for the well-being of my 533 kids. And I would think that you seeing me risk all should convince you that whatever happens, that no matter what turmoil this kid right here gets into, I will be there. Now, you asked me to have a life. Well, here it is. This is my life. Maybe a little bit strange. And a bit oversized. But it's my life. The second point...

    Emma: That was a very long first point.

    David: The first point was long. The second point... The marriage proposal was not a scam.

    Emma: The second point was much shorter.

    David: I need you in my life.

    [Emma sighs before she leans in and kisses him again]

    Emma: Promise me one day you'll take me to Venice.

  • Department Store Security Guard: How did the jewels get into your mouth?

    Emma: I thought it was a lozenge.

  • [Talking about Mrs. Elton]

    Emma: She'd never seen him before, and she called him Knightley!

    Harriet: I saw her at church. She seemed...

    Emma: Vulgar? Base? Conceited? Crass? She actually seemed pleased to discover that Mr. Knightley was a gentleman. I doubt he'll return the compliment and find *her* a lady. She proposed that we form a *musical club*. Is it possible that Mr. Elton met her while doing charitable work in a mental infirmary?

    [sighs]

    Emma: There is only one thing to do with a person as impossible as she.

    Harriet: What?

    Emma: I must throw a party for her. Otherwise everyone will feel at once how much I dislike her.

  • Mr. Knightley: Emma, how could you be so unfeeling to Miss Bates? How can you be so insolent to a woman of her age and situation? I had not thought it possible?

    Emma: How could I help saying it? I daresay she did not understand me.

    Mr. Knightley: Oh, I assure you, she felt your full meaning. She cannot stop mentioning it! I wish you could have heard her honour your forbearance in putting up with her when her society is so irksome.

    Emma: I know there is no better creature in all the world, but you must allow that blended alongside of the good there is an equal among of ridiculous in her.

    Mr. Knightley: Were she prosperous, or a woman equal to your age and situation, I would not quarrel with any liberties of manner. But she is poor! Even moreso than when she was born, and should she live to be an old lady, she will sink further still. Her situation being in every way below you should secure your compassion! Badly done, Emma. Badly done. She has watched you grow from a time when her notice of you was an honour to this, humbling her and laughing at her in front of people who would be guided by your treatment of her. It is not pleasant for me to say these things, but I must tell you the truth while I still can, proving myself your friend by the most faithful counsel, trusting that sometime you will do my faith in you greater justice that you do it now.

  • Emma: I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.

  • Emma: The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man is a woman who rejects his offer of marriage.

    Mr. Knightley: I do not comprehend it because it is madness.

    [about Harriet's refusal of Robert Martin's offer of marriage]

    Mr. Knightley: I hope you are wrong.

    Emma: I could not be. I saw her answer.

    Mr. Knightley: Emma

    [looking at her suspiciously]

    Mr. Knightley: ... you wrote her answer, didn't you?

    Emma: If I did, I would have done no wrong. He is not Harriet's equal.

    Mr. Knightley: I agree he is not her equal.

    Emma: Good.

    Mr. Knightley: He is her superior in sense and situation!

  • Emma: [worried that Mr. Knightley may be in love with Harriet Smith] Oh dear!

    Mr. Knightley: What?

    Emma: What? Oh...

    [realizing her mistake]

    Emma: Oh!

    [uneasily]

    Emma: Something about the deer we need for the... the... venison stew.

  • Emma: I do not admire Mr. Knightley as I have so long thought.

    [pause]

    Emma: I love him. So dearly, so greatly!

  • Mr. Knightley: Emma, how could you be so unfeeling to Miss Bates? How can you be so insolent to a woman of her age and situation? I had not thought it possible?

    Emma: How could I help saying it? I daresay she did not understand me.

    Mr. Knightley: Oh, I assure you, she felt your full meaning. She cannot stop mentioning it! I wish you could have heard her honor your forbearance in putting up with her when her society is so irksome.

    Emma: I know there is no better creature in all the world, but you must allow that blended along side of the good there is an equal among of ridiculous in her.

    Mr. Knightley: Were she prosperous, or a woman equal to your age and situation, I would not quarrel with any liberties of manner. But she is poor! Even more so than when she was born, and should she live to be an old lady, she will sink further still, her situation being in every way below you should secure your compassion! Badly done, Emma. Badly done. She has watched you grow from a time when her notice of you was an honor to this, humbling her and laughing at her in front of people who would be guided by your treatment of her. It is not pleasant for me to say these things, but I must tell you the truth while I still can, proving myself your friend by the most faithful counsel, trusting that some time you will do my faith in you greater justice that you do it now.

  • Emma: [grabbing the reins from Ezra] Move over.

    Ezra: What are you doing?

    Emma: If you keep driving, you'll kill us all.

    Ezra: Well that's where you're wrong, because some of us are already dead. Ha-ha!

  • [Emma and Ezra has discovered the children in the attic]

    Emma: Are you kids hungry? Does anybody want a cookie?

    Ezra: Cookies? Don't offer them cookies. They're trespassers. Trespassers don't get cookies. This is none of their concern.

    Emma: [angrily] It is their concern. They're involved.

  • [Emma is carrying a lot of cases for the trip to heaven]

    Ezra: [indicating the cases] What's all this?

    Emma: Well, I don't know what we'll need.

    Ezra: What are you talking about? We're going to heaven. You can't take it with you.

    Emma: The hell I can't!

    [starts giggling]

  • Megan: They're ghosts, Dad.

    Jim: They're not ghosts. We're just having hallucinations from that dinner that we ate. It was that chicken, it didn't taste right.

    [insulted, Emma turns into mist and re-appears right in front of Jim]

    Emma: Hey!

    Jim: Whoa!

  • Jim: Excuse me, why are all these ghosts still hanging around here?

    Emma: When they died, they couldn't find the light. And now, now they're trapped. Doomed to wander the Earth for all eternity.

  • Emma: You know, I'm always gonna be known as Baby Spice, even when I'm 30!

    Posh: You love it really Emma, you you play up to it all the time.

    Emma: No I don't!

    Posh: Yes you do.You're doing it now.

    Emma: I'm not!

  • Emma: You can't find something if you don't know what you're looking for.

  • [from trailer]

    Patrick: [with a mouth full of sample wedding cake] This cake is fantastic!

    Emma: Shh. Please...

    Patrick: You mix these two together, it tastes just like a ring-ding.

    Emma: [Patrick shoves a fork of cake in her face] No. No, no.

    Patrick: Ah!

    Emma: No.

    Patrick: Ah!

    Emma: [she accepts the forkful of cake] it was yummy.

    Patrick: It's super-duper.

  • Emma: You're gonna get a champion roll in the hay.

    Tom Baxter: What, there's hay in the bedroom?

  • Emma: I hate this uniform, it makes me look 14.

    Meg: You are 14.

    Emma: Exactly.

  • Emma: [upon looking at Mount Vesuvius from a ferry] Do you think it's still active?

    Rob: I like to think so.

  • Murphy: I'm in love for the last time in my life.

    Emma: I'm in love for the first time in my life.

  • Emma: [at the hospital, looking at the babies in the maternity ward] Any of them yours?

    Murphy: I told you, I go out of town.

  • [about his birthday cake]

    Emma: Okay, what is it? How old are you, Murphy?

    Murphy: Just set the damn thing on fire!

  • Murphy: It might be the ball cock.

    Emma: Most problems start there.

  • Emma: Stay to supper, Murphy?

    Murphy: I won't do that unless I'm still here at breakfast.

    Emma: How do you like your eggs?

  • Emma: Don't you know you can't fight City Hall?

    Murphy: You can wrestle 'em!

  • Emma: Well, you got a fine horse. Where are you going to keep him?

    Murphy: With you.

    [he walks on as Emma stops in her tracks]

    Emma: Oh.

  • Bobby Jack Moriarty: I just ain't had enough good times yet.

    Emma: Well, the party's over, my friend. Someone just handed you the check.

  • Bobby Jack Moriarty: God, does everybody have to put their head down and slog?

    Emma: Most people do.

  • Emma: [after being turned down for a loan by the bank] I'd go out on the streets, but you've only got one.

  • Emma: [to Jake, after telling him she's going to ask Bobby Jack to leave] You sure have had a short childhood.

  • Bobby Jack Moriarty: I'm a born again Christian!

    Emma: Well, I sure hope they don't pass you the collection plate.

  • Jake Moriarity: Can I have a beer?

    Emma: In about 5 years you can!

  • Emma: But what do I have if I don't believe in anything?

    Maureen: AHHH! You just discovered why people drink.

  • Emma: [checking Elliot's empty refrigerator] Did you get robbed?

    Elliot: Yeah, and they just raided the fridge.

  • Emma: I just think there are certain things we don't need to talk about.

    Maureen: Well, then... why are you so obsessed with his sex life?

    Emma: I'm just worried about him.

    Maureen: What, that he's havin' fun?

    Emma: No, that... he's... being safe.

    Maureen: Well, now at least you know he is - or WAS until you stole his condoms.

  • [last lines]

    Emma: Is that a gun in your pocket?

    Simon Garden: Uh... no, it's my penis.

  • Emma: Darryl, what's your plan?

    Darryl: What do you mean, like, career plans? I think I'm gonna be a judge.

  • Emma: But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. My whole life.

  • Emma: Why are you lying?

    Adèle: I'm not lying.

    Emma: Then why are you crying?

    Adèle: I'm not crying.

  • Emma: Enjoying philosophy?

    Adèle: [laughs] I love it. It's incredibly enriching. Very interesting. Very deep. Orgasm precedes essence.

    Emma: Your grade better be good.

    Adèle: Give me a grade.

    Emma: Fourteen.

    Adèle: Fourteen? Just fourteen?

    Emma: [laughs] You still need some practice.

    Adèle: I'll give it all I've got.

  • Emma: Something to say?

    Adèle: I don't know.

    Emma: What?

    Adèle: I wanted to know, when was the first time you tasted...

    Emma: Tasted a sausage?

    Adèle: Tasted a girl.

    Emma: A girl? You mean kiss or taste?

    Adèle: [chuckles] Kiss. To start with, then we'll see.

    Emma: I was fourteen. Sometime around then. There was a party, all the girls had guys. I went out with Louise - that was her name, Louise. We didn't kiss at the party, but... I invited her to sleep over. That's when we kissed.

    Adèle: Have you always preferred girls?

    Emma: I tried both. I dated guys, girls, and I realized I preferred girls. For sure.

  • Emma: I was big on Sartre in high school.

    Adèle: Really?

    Emma: It did me good. Especially in affirming my freedom and my own values. And the rigorousness of his commitments. I agree with it.

    Adèle: Sort of like Bob Marley. Almost.

    Emma: [laughs] I'm not so sure of it.

    Adèle: I'm almost sure of it. Their ideas are similar. You know "Get Up, Stand Up"?

    Emma: Yeah I know it.

    Adèle: He's committed.

    Emma: [Nodding in agreement] It's true.

    Adèle: Same as Sartre. A philosopher, a prophet, same thing.

  • Emma: "Existence precedes essence."

  • Emma: It's nice here.

    Adèle: [nods]

    Emma: A little too nice?

    Adèle: I guess so.

  • Emma: You still need some practice.

    Adèle: I'll give it all I've got.

  • Emma: Nothing happens by chance.

  • Emma: What's your name?

    Adèle: Adèle.

    Emma: Pretty name, Adèle.

    Emma: Adèle means something in Arabic. I think it means mmmm...

    [thinking]

    Emma: Sun.

    Emma: [Adèle nodding] Hope.

    Emma: [Adèle nodding] Love.

    Adèle: [laughing] It means justice.

  • Mère Emma: Shall we toast?

    [pauses]

    Mère Emma: To love.

    Emma: [laughing] To love.

    Adèle: To love.

    Mère Emma: Welcome Adèle.

    Adèle: Big words. To love.

    Mère Emma: Yes, to love, my love.

  • Emma: Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today.

  • Emma: I love you, Dex, so much. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

  • Emma: I'm not lonely, I'm alone.

  • Emma: If I can't talk to you, then what is the point of you? Of us?

  • Emma: I got to know you. You cured me of you.

  • Emma: A tortilla is either corn or wheat. But a corn tortilla folded and filled is a taco, whereas a filled wheat tortilla is a burrito. Deep fry a burrito, it's a chimichanga. Toast a tortilla, it's a tostada. Roll it, it's an enchilada.

  • Emma: If you muck me about, Dexter, lead me me on, or let me down, or go behind my back, I will murder you.

  • Dexter: [referring to the back of her bathing suit] It's scooped a bit low isn't it?

    Emma: Good job I didn't put it on backwards.

  • Emma: Your wedding invitations are scented?

    Dexter: Lavender.

    Emma: No, Dex, money. They smell of money.

  • Emma: Welcome to the graveyard of ambition.

  • Dexter: I'd still like to read that poetry. What rhymes with Dexter?

    Emma: Prick. It's a half rhyme.

  • Emma: That's a very serious face. You're not having a wee, are you?

  • Emma: Either you are on coke or you got dysentery, either way ITS BORING!

  • Emma: I'll only be a minute. No playing with yourself while I'm gone.

  • Emma: I didn't mean to call your dad a fascist.

    Dexter: A bourgeois fascist.

    Emma: Yeah, I'm sorry.

  • Emma: My hair smells like cheese - Monterey Jack.

  • Ian: Call the bloody police! It's my flat too!

    Emma: Is it? I paid the mortgage! You just sat around farting and watching the bloody Wrath of Khan!

  • Emma: I'm going to kill you.

    Vienna: I know. If I don't kill you first.

  • Emma: You're nothing but a railroad tramp.

  • Emma: [to Vienna] You're nothin' but a railroad tramp! You're not fit to live among us!

  • Emma: You all think she's some fine lady and that doing nothing makes you fine gentlemen. Well she ain't! And you're not!

  • Emma: [Passionately addressing the members of the posse] You heard her tell how they're gonna' run the railroad through here, bringin' thousands of new people from the east. Farmers! Dirt farmers! Squatters! They'll push us out. Is that what you're waitin' for? You're actin' like she's some fine lady, and doin' nothin' makes all of you fine gentlemen. Well, she ain't, and you're not! So you better wake up. Or you're gonna' find you and your women and your kids squeezed between barbed wire and fence posts. Is that what you're waitin' for? Well, I'm not!

  • Emma: It's alright, Mum. Mary said she wouldn't hurt you...

    [then, solemnly,]

    Emma: ... but she isn't sure about the others.

    [Mrs. Tunney stares off into the woods nervously]

  • Emma: The boy I was at school with killed his parents.

    Rex: No shit! What the hell happened there?

    Emma: He used a hammer. He beat them to death.

  • [Emma has just recounted her story to her cellmate, ending with her learning of Nelson's death]

    The Streetgirl: And then?

    Emma: Then what?

    The Streetgirl: What happened after?

    Emma: There is no "then". There is no "after".

  • Emma: What are those bells?

    Lord Horatio Nelson: Have you forgotten what night this is? Last of 1799; eight bells for the old year, and eight for the new. Happy New Year, darling.

    Emma: Happy New Year.

    Lord Horatio Nelson: The dawn of a new century.

    Emma: 1800. How strange it sounds.

    Lord Horatio Nelson: What a century it's been: Marlborough rode to war, and Washington crossed the Delaware. Louis XVI, and Marie Antoinette. The last of the Stuarts. Peter the Great. Voltaire. Clive of India. Bonaparte...

    Emma: ...Nelson.

  • Emma: ...and I forgot London, and the old ways. I was young. I healed quickly. I learned French and Italian, music and dancing. And one day, I had more than I ever dreamed of. I became his wife... Emma, Lady Hamilton.

  • Emma: [shocked after seeing Lord Nelson's wounds] They told us of your victories but not of the price you paid!

  • Emma: [to Connie at the restaurant] I wanted to get away from dirty dishes and glasses, but here I am.

  • Connie: Why haven't you divorced him?

    Emma: I don't know. You know there's more loneliness than anything else in the world. You could be lonely in an awful lot of places - movies, dance halls, in your own room. People are funny.

    [she looks at her wedding ring]

    Emma: One little piece of cheap gold can almost make you believe things are different than they really are. What do you want, Connie? Does Midge want a divorce? He can have it!

    [she cries and leaves]

  • Connie: You still love him. You know you do.

    Emma: Do I? I don't think so.

    Connie: Love isn't something you can put on or take off like an overcoat, you know.

  • Emma: It's funny.

    Midge: What?

    Emma: You know, I didn't like you at first. Well, you know, you never smile. I mean really smile. Not just on the outside.

    Midge: Got to be happy to smile that way.

    Emma: Aren't you happy?

    Midge: Well, right now I am.

    Emma: Then why don't you smile?

    Emma: [he laughs] Midge, why aren't you happy?

    Midge: Happy? It's hard to be happy when you're poor. I've been poor all my life. Real poor. You know what it is to be real poor? Cold poor? Hungry poor?

  • Emma: What's that for?

    Tommy: To make sure he's dead. There used to be a time it was hard to tell a comatose person from a dead one, so coroners tied bells to everybody in the morgue. So if they heard a 'ting', they knew somebody down there wasn't quite ready to go.

    Emma: So, why do you have one?

    Tommy: Well, I'm... I'm a bit of a traditionalist.

  • Emma: You must be out of your mind.

    Driver: I'm very much in my mind.

  • [first lines]

    Halloween Commercial Man: During the spookiest time of the year there are a few guidelines all ghosts and goblins should follow. Always stay on sidewalks. Never go to a strangers house, and never go out alone.

    [the B&W commercial cuts]

    Emma: [Sarcastically] This was a great idea, honey. Really. It's just magical. It makes me wish every night was Halloween.

    Henry: I'm sorry Em. Wait, wait. Not yet.

    Emma: What?

    Henry: You're supposed to keep it lit.

    Emma: Why?

    Henry: Ancient tradition?

    Emma: Henry, it's Halloween, not Hanukkah. Baby, I'm lit and you're lit.

    Henry: But honey...

    Emma: But our little friend here? His night's over.

    [Em blows out the jack-o'-lantern]

    Henry: You know, there are rules, you should be more careful. You might upset someone.

    Emma: Oh, please. Who?

    [Sam watches from across the street]

  • Emma: Are you still ticklish?

    [starts tickling him in the bath]

    Mark: [laugs] Stop it

    [she suddenly starts dunking his head under water]

    Mark: Stop it! I don't like it

    [posessed she tries to drown him]

  • Emma: [Enters the bathroom to find her brother in the tub] Let's see how ticklish you still are

    Mark: [Begins tickling him] No... no... no

    Emma: [as he giggles] Yes

    Mark: [On seeing his teenage sister go into a trance] What's wrong?

    Mark: [She starts dunking his head continously underwater] Don't do that to me... i don't like it!

    [She starts to drown him]

    Mark: [Suddenly snaps out of it and goes to hug him] NO... GO... AWAY!

    [he cowers in the corner]

  • Emma: [to her brother while possessed as she clutches his ball] What do i get in return?

    [sarcastically]

    Emma: A kiss?

    Mark: [her brother tries to grab his ball] Give it back... dad gave that to me

    Emma: [posessed] I won't get anything in return

    [sneers]

    Emma: I think i'll keep it

    Mark: [starts to walk away] I'm going to tell auntie

    Emma: [scornfully] Here... Catch!

    [throws Mark's ball down some steps and into the street]

    Emma: [last lines]

    Mark: [glares back at her] You're stupid!

    [she suddenly snaps out of it and pleds after him as he heads straight into moving traffic]

  • Emma: [Mockingly to her priest uncle whilst posessed] Don't worry father... i won't starve like at that other girl did!

    Emma: [Looks at her father] John... are you sure Mark's your son? You did everything you could to get Lucy pregnant again... and yet?

    [gloating]

    Emma: Do you remmber Steve? Lucy's collegue? Who was so good looking!

  • Emma: [Discovers her priest uncle was putting off her exorcism... to record proof of demonic posession] Mark... die

    [her voice breaking]

    Emma: Mark died because... because of you!

    [near tears]

    Emma: Mark... Mark... Mark died because of you! Because of you! My... my... my little brother die... died... Because OF YOU!

    Christopher: [Mornfully] I WILL ALWAYS REGRET i was unable to save him...

    [justifying]

    Christopher: But... but I promise... I promise he will be remmbered as a martyr!

    [last lines]

    John: Bastard priest i'll kill you... you hear... I'll kill you

  • Carl: Hey man, you got one choice. You can show us around this shithole or we take our money elsewhere to Kentucky Fuck Chicken, which would be better than the shit your shovelling anyway.

    Sofia: Carl, you promised.

    Emma: Zack, put your testosterone away before you poison yourself.

  • Alan: You're such a lousy lawyer, you struck one of your witnesses on the stand!

    Emma: That was because he was lying.

    Alan: Then you called a dog as a witness!

    Emma: At least he didn't lie!

  • Madame: How's my new boy doing?

    Emma: Pulling at the reins to dance. I think he's a fast learner.

  • Emma: It's hard not to like the boy.

    Madame: He certainly has the right attitude.

  • Emma: Young people fall in love.

    Madame: No chance.

    Emma: Heart before reason.

    Madame: Against the house rules.

  • Emma: Now, stick it in.

    Frank: How?

    Emma: Just, uh, with your hands. Go on.

    Frank: With my hands?

    Emma: Shove it in. Yeah.

    Frank: Oh... god.

    Emma: That's it. Go a little easy. Go on. More. Deeper!

    Frank: [laughing] Up the butt.

    [doorbell rings]

    Emma: Jakey?

    Jake: [from the other room] Yeah?

    Emma: Can you get that? We're just, uh, fisting a turkey.

  • Michael O'Neil: It was a terrible thing, what happened to your friend. It's a bad thing for the village, too. Not good business to have tourists drowning in these waters.

    Emma: What if she didn't drown?

    Michael O'Neil: I don't know who can answer that question except God.

  • Daniel: Emma.

    Emma: What?

    Daniel: I'm worried about you. Can we just go home? We can catch a flight out of Shannon tomorrow.

    Emma: I'm not leaving until I find out what happened to Kerry.

  • Emma: I see you met my fiancé.

    Joseph: He's a keeper. Don't let him get away.

    Emma: Huh. What have you two been talking about?

    JosephDaniel: Nothing.

  • Emma: Fuck you!

    Jake: Maybe later!

    Emma: I'm pregnant!

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