Evie Walton Quotes in Driving Lessons (2006)

Ben: I'm not going back!

Evie Walton: Then, I'll walk!

Ben: You can't! You're dying!

Evie Walton: I am not dying.

Ben: You mustn't be afraid of death.

Evie Walton: I am not dying!

Ben: God embraces all who believe in him, for they will have everlasting life.

Evie Walton: I AM NOT DYING! I MADE IT UP!

[Evie starts walking away from the car]

Ben: [gets out of the car] I forgive you!

Evie Walton: Have a drink!

Ben: I don't drink.

Evie Walton: Go on! It'll make you feel better.

Ben: No, it won't.

Evie Walton: [annoyed] It was a key. I swallowed it. Frankly, you should be flattered! Now... I insist you have a drink.

Ben: I'm underage!

Evie Walton: Well... how old are you?

Ben: Seventeen and a half.

Evie Walton: So young and so pedantic... One glass. You can tell God I forced you.

Ben: I'm not gay!

Evie Walton: Not gay apparently.

Evie Walton: I'm as regular as clockwork.

Ben: My mother's gonna kill me. You don't understand. She said I wasn't to come. I asked and she said no. You don't say yes when my mother says no, you don't do it!

Evie Walton: My dear boy, the key will be back with us in the morning! I'm regular as clock work.

Ben: [about Evie swallowing the key] Choke! Bring it back! You can't do that! You have to bring it back!

Evie Walton: No, I don't.

Ben: [desperate] Yes, you do!

Evie Walton: No, I don't.

Ben: Shit! There's the spare one! Where's the spare?

Evie Walton: Haven't got one.

Ben: How could you do that?

Evie Walton: Felt like it.

Ben: God gave you your talent for a reason.

Evie Walton: There's no God, you pompous little cretin!

Ben: God forgives you for that too.

Evie Walton: Let's get one thing clear, sunny boy! I do the forgiving, not God!

Ben: That's a terrible thing to say!

Ben: Oh my god! You swallowed the key!

Evie Walton: What a relief, he swears.

Ben: You swallowed the frigging key!

Evie Walton: Better and better.

Evie Walton: [to Ben] You see an attractive woman, living on her own, you *wonder*: Is she a roaring lesbian? Answer, no! For your information, I've been married and divorced three times. Once to an actor, once to an English lord and once to a Californian. *All* work flings. My mistake. You on the other hand, might well be gay.

Evie Walton: Explain please the meaning of "He is not in his room!"

Evie Walton: [looks out car window] Look at all that green! Just look at it. All so... fucking green!

Evie Walton: [voice narrating her letter to Ben] To wit, I leave you with this quote penned by my dear friend, William Shakespeare: "When the shit hits the fan, get a tent."

Evie Walton: [stuck on the rock-climbing display] Ben... Can you- ca- can y-... Can you put your shoulder under my arse?

Ben: I think it's best I stop working for you.

Evie Walton: Oh, why? So you can take up being pompous professionally?

Evie Walton: [to Ben] I will not be bullied, even by an emotional cripple!

Evie Walton: You never read the bloody thing anyway!

Ben: [indignant] I read my Bible every night!

Evie Walton: Liar!

Ben: [shocked] Liar?

Ben: [shouting] You're telling me I'm a liar? I've never met anyone who lied so much in all my life! You make up whole people out of thin air! You make up conversations! You make up money!

Evie Walton: [at the same time Ben's talking] You said you'd be there at eleven and you weren't. The one time I really needed you and you let me down. The one time! Who were you with that was so bloody important you couldn't even be bothered to show up? Who was it?

Ben: [abashed whisper] Briney.

Evie Walton: [At a pawnshop in Edinburgh, Evie has just sold her ring for cash] Jewelry on a woman my age is frankly rather vulgar.

Ben: [Ben has written a poem for Evie, and reads it to her] Some mysteries I'll never understand: the way the Earth rotates around the sun, three minutes shorter every day. Or the way the dead are gone. Or putting down the phone or turning a corner. The future: that's another whopper. We can never know what we can never know, except, that whoever you are, and whoever I am, you made it allright to be me.

Ben: [Shrugging modestly] It's not Shakespeare...

Evie Walton: [Moved by Ben's somewhat odd poem] Oh, dear. But it's lovely. And it's you.

Evie Walton: [Repeating a line from a TV series she did long ago] I'm a woman, Leland, not an oil tanker.

Evie Walton: Well, I make it a policy *always* to advertise in Hello Jesus. As a single woman, I am *acutely* aware of the dangers of sexual assault by younger men, though sadly, god is no longer the insurance policy he once was.

Evie Walton: Well you... have a soul of a poet. And that, let me tell you, lasts a great deal longer than looks.

Evie Walton: [voice narrating her letter to Ben] You are your own man now. *Do* remember, however odd it all gets, this is only the denouement. The end is up to you.