Fiona Quotes in Thunderball (1965)

Fiona: [after Bond finds her in the bathtub in his hotel room] Since you're here, would you mind giving me something to put on?

[Bond casually hands Fiona her shoes]

Fiona: You look pale, Mr. Bond. I hope I didn't frighten you.

Bond: Well you see, I've always been a nervous passenger.

Fiona: Some men just don't like to be driven.

Bond: No, some men just don't like to be taken for a ride.

[after making love to the evil Fiona Volpe]

James Bond: My dear girl, don't flatter yourself. What I did this evening was for Queen and country. You don't think it gave me any pleasure, do you?

Fiona: But of course, I forgot your ego, Mr. Bond. James Bond, the one where he has to make love to a woman, and she starts to hear heavenly choirs singing. She repents, and turns to the side of right and virtue...

[she steps on Bond's foot]

Fiona: ... but not this one!

[Bond is standing in the doorway between their apartments as Fiona takes a bath]

Fiona: Aren't you in the wrong room, Mr. Bond?

Bond: Not from where I'm standing.

Bond: How far do you go?

Fiona: You better fasten your safety belt.

Emilio Largo: Pull! Of course they are watching us, my dear. What else have they to do?

Fiona: You would like Bond dead.

Emilio Largo: I can think of no better arrangement.

Fiona: Because he tries to make love to your... woman?

Emilio Largo: Because he is Bond, and, as an enemy of SPECTRE, *should* be killed.

Fiona: Mark! If Bond had died last night as a result of your hastiness, his government would have known for certain the bombs are here. When the time is right, he will be killed. Pull! I shall kill him.

Fiona: But the music is gonna go on all night, anyhow. Enough to drive you wild. You like wild things, Mr. Bond, Mr. James Bond? Ah!

Bond: Wild? You should be locked up in a cage.

Fiona: Mm. Mm, this bed feels like a cage. All these bars. Do you think I'll be... *safe*?

Fiona: [after a lovemaking session] You made a shocking mess out of my hair, you sadistic brute. Will you zip me up, please?

Bond: Mm! No wonder you can get dressed so quickly. On the way we can have a little talk. You may find it interesting. Come on.

Fiona: I'm coming. I hate to think I'm going to miss anything.

[Bond opens the door, Largo's henchmen are there, Bond quickly closes the door]

Fiona: And now *we* can go somewhere for an interesting talk.

Bond: Friends of yours, no doubt.

[opens the door]

Bond: Come in!

Fiona: You dress quickly, too. I didn't see that gun in the mirror.

Bond: Not that it matters, but that was under the pillow all the time.

Fiona: And when did you find out?

Bond: Well, you're wearing the same ring as Largo.

Fiona: It's a ring I like to wear.

Bond: Vanity has its dangers.

Fiona: Vanity, Mr. Bond? Something you know so *much* about.

Francois Derval: You'll be here when I come back?

Fiona: Mm hmm.

Francois Derval: But I may not be in the mood then.

Fiona: Do you wanna bet?

Francois Derval: You know your Francois, huh?

Fiona: I know me.

Fiona: [seductively] Uh, shouldn't you get out of those wet clothes? You'll catch your... death of cold.

Fiona: [escorting Bond out at gunpoint] Careful, Mr. Bond. Careful.

Fiona: What's your name?

Bond: James Bond.

Fiona: Fiona Volpe.

[Fiona takes a turn at high speed]

Bond: Fly here often?

Fiona: Do I make you nervous?

Bond: No. It's just that I have no desire to be... capsized twice in one night.

Fiona: Well, at least you won't have to... swim ashore. Have you been here before, Mr. Bond?

Bond: No, I haven't. But, uh, this *is* the road to Nassau?

Fiona: Yes... Eventually.

Fiona: What a blow it must have been: You having a failure.

James Bond: Well, you can't win them all.

Ambulance Attendant: His watch, identification disc.

Palazzi: Au revoir.

Fiona: No, no. He always says "ciao."

Palazzi: Ciao.

Fiona: And the cap: it's too far back on your head.

Palazzi: The rest of my money: just have it ready.

Palazzi: Not enough. Hundred thousand dollars is not enough.

Fiona: What are you trying to say?

Palazzi: I changed my mind. Two years of my life. Studying the film, the reports. Plastic operations, voice lessons. Make it a quarter of a million. Or get someone else.

Ambulance Attendant: There *is* no one else.

Palazzi: Exactly. *I* am Derval.

[the ambulance attendant points a pistol at Angelo's back]

Fiona: Put that away. Angelo is right. I'll inform Number One we made a new arrangement. This is merely a down payment.

Palazzi: Alright, but against quarter of a million.

Fiona: Agreed.

Fiona: May I cut in?

Girl in Kiss Kiss Club: You should have told me your wife was here!

[walks off]

Bond: [to Fiona, as they dance] Do you come here often?

Fiona: It's no good you trying to escape, Mr. Bond.

Bond: I don't want to escape. Strange as it may seem, I've grown accustomed to your face.

Fiona: Why don't you come with us quietly?

Bond: You don't seem to understand. You see, I *enjoy* my dancing.

[Deftly moves Fiona so that she blocks a fatal gunshot aimed at him]

Scott: What do you mean you're dumping me?

Fiona: Scott, I just can't take all the lying and cheating on each other anymore.

Scott: What are you talking about? Sweetie, I never cheated on you!

Fiona: I know. That's what makes this so hard.

Fiona: Scotty, it's not you, it's me... There I go, lying again! No, it *was* you!

Fiona: [Fiona is giving him a massage at his desk and is getting rather intimate] I'm Fiona, the house masseuse. Love that there's another oldie but goodie here... How's that, Ben?

Ben: Oh, hmm, oh boy

Davis: [Hands him a newspaper to cover his lap] Here you go... You're not as old as I thought you were.

Fiona: Sitting is the new smoking.

[at second wedding]

Mrs. Beaumont: Are you married?

Fiona: No.

Mrs. Beaumont: Are you a lesbian?

Fiona: Good lord! What makes you ask that?

Mrs. Beaumont: Well, it is one of the possibilites for unmarried girls nowadays, and it's rather more interesting than saying, "Oh dear, never met the right chap," eh?

Fiona: Quite right. Why be dull?

Mrs. Beaumont: Thank you.

[pause]

Fiona: The truth is... well, the truth is, I have met the right person, and he's not in love with me, and until I stop loving him, no one else really has a chance.

Mrs. Beaumont: Oh, what a shame.

Fiona: Yes, isn't it?

[another pause]

Fiona: I was a lesbian once at school, but only for about fifteen minutes.

Charles: Any idea who the girl in the black hat is?

Fiona: The name's Carrie.

Charles: Pretty.

Fiona: American.

Charles: Interesting.

Fiona: Slut.

Charles: Really?

Fiona: Used to work at Vogue. Lives in America now. Only gets out with very glamorous people. Quite out of your league.

Charles: Well, that's a relief. Thanks.

Charles: Perhaps we should've got married.

Henrietta: No! I'd have had to marry your friends, and I'm not sure I could take Fiona.

Charles: Fiona loves you.

Henrietta: Fiona calls me Duckface.

Charles: Well, I never heard that.

[Henrieta leavs and Fiona aproaches]

Fiona: How's Duckface?

Charles: Good form actually, not too mad.

Fiona: [about congratulating parents of bride and groom] God, I never know what to say in these ghastly line-ups.

Gareth: It's a cinch! Just give a big warm hug and say the bride looks... pregnant.

Matthew: Or you can stick with convention and say "You must be very proud."

Fiona: Heaven preserve us...

[in the line]

Fiona: You must be very proud!

Fiona: Where's Gareth?

Matthew: Torturing Americans.

Fiona: How thoughtful of him.

Fiona: [discussing the first time one performs a wedding] It's rather like the first time one has sex, I suppose.

Father Gerald: I suppose so.

Fiona: Only not as messy, and far less cause for condoms.

Fiona: There's a sort of greatness to your lateness.

Charles: Thanks, it's not achieved without real suffering.

Tom: Well, let's face the facts. If you weren't certain you wanted to marry her today, of all days - i.e., your wedding day - then it must have been the right decision, mustn't it?

[Fiona looks at him as though she's about to say, "Bugger off, Tom," for the umpteenth time, then reaches out and touches his shoulder affectionately]

Fiona: Quite right, Tom.

Scarlett: [At wedding one, the bride walks down the aisle] Isn't she beautiful?

Fiona: Scarlett, you're blind, she looks like a big meringue.

Fiona: Do you think I'd hate him as much if he wasn't my brother?

Clarissa: I can't believe that little impostor is going to ruin my summer!

Fiona: She may be a lot of things, but I can't believe impostor is one of them. Technically, she's 39th in line to the throne.

Clarissa: Really, Fiona. 38 people would have to die for her to be queen.

Jane: Well, it's far less than the 72 you'd need.

Clarissa: Hmph!

Fiona: All right. Well, I'm going off to get some more lipo. Come on, girls. Sam, we need you to clean the pool tonight.

Sam: [stand up to Fiona] No!

[Rhonda, the staff, and the customers all become impressed with Sam finally standing up for herself]

Fiona: [shocked] Excuse me?

Sam: You heard me. I quit. I quit this job, I quit your family, and I'm moving out!

[Fiona, Brianna, and Gabriella laughs at Sam]

Fiona: Oh, and, um, where are you gonna live?

Rhonda: With me.

Fiona: You can't just walk out on me.

Sam: You know what, Fiona? You can mess with your hair and your nose and your face, and can even mess with my Dad's diner, but you're through messing with me!

Rhonda: Wait up, Sam.

Fiona: You take one more step and you're fired!

Rhonda: Oh, no. That won't be necessary because I quit too. And you know what? The only reason why I stayed around and put up with you for all those years is because of that girl. And now that she's free of you, there is nothing stopping me from kicking your butt.

Fiona: [freaks out] Oh, come on, no. Not my face. It's much newer than the girls. Go for the girls!

Sam: [talks Rhonda out of it] Rhonda? Rhonda! She's not even worth it.

Rhonda: [jumps her face at Fiona] Mmph!

Fiona: [screams] Aaaah!

Rhonda: You're right.

Eleanor: You know what? I quit too.

Bobby: Me too! Hey, Rhonda and Eleanor, hold up. I need a ride. See ya!

[the staff all finally walk out permanently with the customers following suit]

Man with plate of food: [to a disgraced Fiona] Send me a bill.

Fiona: I am very, very, very, very upset about this.

Brianna: You don't look upset.

Fiona: Oh, it's the Botox. I can't show emotion for another hour and a half.

District Attorney: I'm the County District Attorney. Have you ever seen this before, Mrs. Montgomery?

[he shows Fiona Hal's will]

Fiona: I've NEVER seen that before!

District Attorney: Isn't this your signature on the witness line?

Fiona: I've NEVER seen my husband's hidden will before.

District Attorney: I'm afraid you're gonna have to come downtown with me, ma'am.

Fiona: No honey, leave those on! The lawn's looking a little brown.

Sam: You know we're supposed to be conserving water! We're in the middle of a drought!

Fiona: Droughts are for poor people, you think J-Lo has a brown lawn? People who use extra water have extra class.

[the LAPD is repossessing Fiona, Brianna, and Gabriella's cars]

Fiona: [runs outside with the girls] Hey! Hey! I can pay for those parking tickets.

Sam: Actually, I'm selling your cars, Fiona, for college tuition money.

Gabriella: What?

Fiona: Now what gives you the idea you can sell our cars?

Rhonda: She owns them.

Sam: Exactly. I own them.

Fiona: [to Sam] There's something I've always wanted to tell you and I think you're ready to hear it. You're not very pretty, and you're not very bright. Oh, I'm so glad we had that talk.

Fiona: Where are your skates? They're part of the uniform.

Rhonda: Fiona, if I wanted to look like a clown I'd join the circus.

Fiona: If you were part of my circus I'd have you wiping the elephant butts with a "wet one."

Rhonda: [trying to stall] I wanna get my breasts done. Where'd you get yours?

Fiona: San Diego.

[pushes Rhonda aside]

Sam: Hello?

Fiona: Sam? Some little rat got into my salmon, and ate it all! I need more salmon! And pick up my dry cleaning. And wash the Jag!

Fiona: Is this the Norwegian salmon I asked for? Because I need my omega-3s.

Sam: Only the best.

Fiona: Mmm. I can tell. You know it costs a fortune to fly that stuff in from Norwegia.

[Sam, hurt and humiliated in front of the entire school after the evil skit conducted by Shelby, Brianna, and Gabriella, storms into her room in tears]

Fiona: [knocking on her door] Sam?

Sam: Go away!

Fiona: [enters the room] But Sam, you've got a letter from Princeton.

[Fiona gives Sam the "fake" letter which, as Sam reads, states that she has been rejected by Princeton University]

Fiona: What does it say?

Sam: I didn't get in.

Fiona: [gasps] Oh, no! Oh, and you studied so hard.

Sam: I can't believe that I actually had a chance.

Fiona: Oh, Sam, I'm heartbroken. Life can be so unfair. Well, just look at the bright side: You have a job at the diner for the rest of your life. You want a cookie?

[Sam sobs]

Fiona: [bites into a cookie; mumbles] Mmm, they're so moist.

Fiona: [to Rhonda] You take one more step and you're fired!

Fiona: [to Sam] People go to school to get smarter, so that they can get a job. You already have a job, so it's like skipping a step.

Fiona: He's expressing himself!

Will: No, he's not! He's expressing YOU!

[Fiona is crying]

Fiona: I mean, he's a special - very, very special boy and he's got a special soul, and I've wounded it.

Will: Oh, please, just shut up. You're wounding my soul.

Marcus: I got the letter. Thanks.

Fiona: Oh my God. I'd forgotten.

Marcus: You forgot? You forgot a suicide letter?

Fiona: Well I didn't think I'd have to remember it, did I? Did you read the part where I said I'd always love you?

Marcus: It's a bit hard for you to love me when you're dead, isn't it?

[Fiona is crying]

Fiona: Will, am I a bad mother?

Will: No. No, you're not a bad mother. You're just a barking lunatic.

Will: It's a CD, Marcus, by Mystikal. They're cool. You'll like them

Fiona: What kind of music is Mystikal?

Will: It's sort of, um, world music...

Marcus: [reads a song title] "Shake Ya Ass."

Will: ...Slash rap-type thing.

Fiona: I can understand why you're angry, Marcus. But I don't feel the same as I did yesterday, if it's any help.

Marcus: What? It's all gone away? All that?

Fiona: No, but, for the moment, I feel better.

Marcus: The moment's no good for me. I can see you feel better at the moment. You just put the kettle on. What happens when you finish your tea? What happens when I go back to school? I can't be here to watch you all the time!

Fiona: You selfish bastard!

Fiona: When you sing it brings sunshine and happiness into my heart

Fiona: Friday I had a pretty cushy gig. Had lots of friends, I was the office hottie... now I'm a severed head in a fridge. Sucks to be me, Jerry.

Dr. Warren: [from trailer]

Jerry Hickfang: [Jerry places the lifeless head of Fiona on the table]

Dr. Warren: AAAAH!

Fiona: AAAAH!

Mr Whiskers: AAAAH!

Jerry Hickfang: [they keep screaming until Jerry gets annoyed] Mr. Whiskers, Dr. Warren, Fiona, CUT IT OUT!

Fiona: [from trailer] Look what you did to me.

Jerry Hickfang: I'm so sorry.

[Brandy rides up to the Big Bun drive-through speaker on her bike]

Fiona: Welcome to Big Bun, may I take your order?

Brandy Klark: I've decided to lose my virginity to Rusty Waters.

Fiona: Would you like fries with that?

Brandy Klark: No.

Brandy Klark: I plan on getting finger-banged tonight.

Wendy: I think it's finger-blasted.

Fiona: No, it's finger-bombed, bitches.

FBI Agent Kelly: They'll never see it coming.

Fiona: [under her breath] And neither will you.

FBI Agent Kelly: I'm sorry. What was that?

Fiona: [after long pause] Huh? What?

FBI Agent Kelly: You just said something.

Fiona: No, I didn't.

FBI Agent Kelly: Yes, you did.

Fiona: No, I didn't.

FBI Agent Kelly: Yes you did. I said, "They'll never see it coming," and you said, "And neither will you."

Fiona: [dumbly] I did?

FBI Agent Kelly: We all heard you.

Fiona: Oh... what I meant to say was: "And neither will you guys." Meaning the teenagers. I was just emphasizing my point.

FBI Agent Kelly: Oh, okay.

Fiona: [under her breath] That was close.

FBI Agent Kelly: What was that?

Fiona: I was going to say: "That was close to being a really nice moment between the two of us."

Fiona: Wyatt, show these lovely girls what we have for them this evening.

[Wyatt opens the curtain to reveal a car]

Melody: A car! Val, I won a car!

Fiona: No, you didn't win a car.

Melody: Oh my God, you won a car!

Fiona: Nobody won a car!

Fiona: Oh I am starved!

[eats one potato chip]

Fiona: I'm such a pig!

Fiona: It's Mr. Moviefone. He does all our subliminal tracks.

Wyatt: Lisa, it's me. Wally. White-Ass Wally!

Fiona: [in shock] White-Ass Wally?

Fiona: How much do you weigh, Josie?

Josie McCoy: Um... 118?

Fiona: Ha! 115! I'm three pounds lighter then you! It's okay, though. I think you look great.

[Lisping]

Fiona: Tho pretty and popular.

Fiona: You can kiss my cellulite-free ass for all I've done for you!

Fiona: Play Margaritaville!

Fiona: [seizes a crown and puts it on] All this hocus pocus alters nothing! This marriage is binding and that makes me king. See? See? As for YOU, my wife, I'll have you locked back in that tower for the rest of your days!

Lord Farquaad: No! Actually, you won't!

[whistles. Farquaad does not notice the low growling of the dragon outside]

Fiona: What are you doing, you insolent beast? I'll see you drawn and quartered! I am king! I'll have order!

[the dragon breaks through the window and breathes fire at Farquaad, roasting him]

[Dakin is groping Fiona, using World War I as a metaphor for his "assault" on her body. He moves his hand up her thighs but she pushes it away]

Dakin: What's the matter?

Fiona: No-man's land.

Dakin: Ah, fuck. What do I do with this?

[he points to his erection]

Fiona: Carry out a controlled explosion?

Fiona: [Gerry playing chess against himself after everyone leaves] Ah who's winning?

Gerry: Checkmate.

Fiona: Checkmate, what's that mean?

Gerry: What ever move you make, you lose.

Fiona: [chuckles] Story of my life.

Jay: Difficult for a man to know where he stands these

Gal: You should've had a crack at the Mick, mate. A tour of duty in Belfast would've done you the world of good.

Fiona: I never understood the whole Irish thing. Cos, I mean, it's all the same religion, so...

Gal: Not really, love.

Fiona: They're all Christian.

Shel: That's true.

Gal: It's debatable

Jay: What do I get? Fucking Iraq!

Shel: Iraq's over. What about now, eh?

Jay: Yeah? I've finished.

[Turn his plate upside down over the table]

Jay: [Drags the tablecloth off the table causing the dinner to fall onto the floor] Abracadabra!

Jonas: Fiona, there is more. So much more.

[kisses her]

Chief Elder's Assistant: What are they doing?

Jonas: Fiona, what do you feel?

Fiona: I don't have the words to describe it.

[first lines]

Title Card: All memories of the past were erased.

Jonas: After The Ruin we started over, creating a new society, one of true equality. Rules were the building blocks of that equality. We learned them as Newchildren. Rules like: use precise language, wear your assigned clothing, take your morning medication, obey the curfew, never lie.

Jonas: My name is Jonas. I don't have a last name. None of us did. That day, the day before graduation, I admit it, I was scared. Tomorrow we'd be assigned our jobs, our purpose. It seemed everyone knew theirs already. Not me. I was lost. I always felt like I saw things - differently; saw things other people didn't. I never said anything. I didn't want to be different. Who would?

Asher: [bicycle bell dinging] Jonas!

Fiona: I apologize, we're late. I got Asher to come say goodbye to Teacher.

Jonas: I accept your apology.

Jonas: [narration continues] Asher and Fiona. We'd been friends our whole lives. Asher was the boy who made everyone laugh. Fiona, well, she was the girl who made everyone smile.

Asher: [standing on his bicycle pedals] ... Take that back! Whoever is listening, please, please, do not make me Vice Chancellor of Waste Management! Please!

Jonas: [narration continues] We lived in a world where differences weren't allowed. There was no "popular." No fame. No losers and no winners. Our Elders had eliminated all of that, so there'd be no conflict between us. Fear, pain, envy, hate, they weren't words so much as sounds. Their echoes were gone, to the other side of history. I'm asked if I should apologize for what I did. I'll let you decide.

Fiona: Are you in the airline business?

Kyle: What?

Fiona: You seem to know our aircraft design...

Kyle: Yeah, I'm an engineer... I work for EliginAir.

Fiona: Based in Berlin?

Kyle: Look, I know you're here just to keep me calm, but the problem is not that I'm anxious, the problem is that my daughter is missing and no one can tell me where the hell she is!

[pause]

Kyle: I'm sorry... so you have any kids?

Fiona: Do nieces count?

Kyle: [with a forced laugh] Yeah, almost.

Fiona: A six-year-old girl... climbing into avionics?

Fiona: [reading from a book] Never let a person make you feel guilty for your anger with God.

Fiona: You never left me; you still made love to me... Despite all those disturbing elements elsewhere. But all those sandals... all those bare female toes, Grant; what could you do?

Fiona: I think all we can aspire to in this situation is a little bit of grace.

Fiona: I'd like to make love, and then I'd like you to go. Because I need to stay here and if you make it hard for me, I may cry so hard I'll never stop.

Fiona: I think I may be beginning to disappear.

[Grant is talking with Fiona about her desire to move into the Meadowlake nursing home]

Grant Anderson: You're sure?

Fiona: I'm sure.

Grant Anderson: You don't want to just get a sense of the place? I don't want to make this decision alone.

Fiona: [turns and stares blankly at Grant] What place?

[Grant stares back at Fiona, aghast]

Fiona: Just kidding.

[giggles]

Grant Anderson: [grinning] Fuck off.

Fiona: [smiling, then pensive] You're not making this decision alone, Grant. I've already made up my mind.

Grant Anderson: Okay.

Fiona: Why does he run from me?

Tadhg: Why do you chase him?

Tadhg: He's my little brother! He's lost out there!

Tadhg: He's not lost... he's just with another branch of the family.

[after listening to a tragic tale of shame, guilt and murder]

Fiona: Well, we all make mistakes.

Fiona: You wanna come to my special cowboy poetry and songs event on Friday night?

Fiona: [no response]

Fiona: You know, underneath this skirt my legs are almost miraculously transformed into my ass. To everyone else it's obvious.

[walks away]

Lyman: You're a librarian, for God's sake, can't you whisper?

Fiona: [whispering] When I talk like this, people don't listen.

Fiona: What are you afraid of?

Lyman: I've never been afraid of anything!

Fiona: Well, that's a big fat one. You're scared to death of me, and I'm just a girl that likes you.

Fiona: Hello there. Polly want a crack...

Parrot: Shut up! I'm an eagle.

Fiona: Wow, he actually said it. Hey, how come his lips don't move when he talks?

Lyman: Only when he reads.

Fiona: He's just socially challenged. Although he has a strange birth date on his license, and he does talk about axe murderers.

Fiona: So, we gonna to take Sacajewea?

[holding up her car keys]

Lyman: I wouldn't get in your car even if it was named Mother Teresa.

Lyman: [signs something to the deaf librarian and walks away]

Fiona: Hey, I didn't know you could...

Lyman: Mm hmm.

Fiona: What did you say to make him look like that?

Lyman: I told him your nipples were orange.

Fiona: They are not!

Fiona: It's just a release - screaming in other people's libraries.

Lyman: You're supposed to wear clothes under your jumpsuit.

Fiona: I've got clothes on.

Lyman: What clothes?

Fiona: My underwear.

Lyman: What kind of underwear... Just wondering...

Fiona: Well, continue wondering.

Lyman: Code of the West, rule number one: "Don't inquire into a man's past." Don't you read those books you pass around?

Fiona: Rule number two: "Take the measure of a man for what he is today." You're right. I'm sorry. Do you hate my guts now?

Lyman: Yeah, I do hate your guts. But sure like the bag they come in.

Fiona: You don't understand life like I don't understand how to fix a car. It's all just one big tangle under the hood.

Lyman: I think some women believe a man is born the moment they meet him.

Fiona: If you're looking for something French and lacy, you're talkin' to the wrong girl.

Lyman: I don't think I'm gonna be talking from here on out...

Lyman: You'll never get anywhere in this piece of tin. You've got romance novels for auto sense! Your right back-up light is out, your tire treads are shot, you need an engine overhaul. God only knows what condition your brakes are in. If you head out on the highway without knowing where the jack is, you'll end up stranded in the middle of the desert, or on top of some mountain, or...

Fiona: Yes, Lyman. But people like you, and they are few and far between, they always seem to show up. Goodbye.

[last lines]

Fiona: [in a letter pinned to his shirt] Lyman, I'm taking you with me. I want to give you my family. You can't work for a while anyway and I have a few weeks until my next job, so I thought we could look out for each other. And you can finally see some of the rest of the planet. You were out cold for a week. Then you started telling me about gypsies - me and half the hospital staff. They *finally* let me take you this morning. I'll stop, if you want to turn around. Call me on channel 9.

Lyman: [talking into CB radio] In this state, it is against the law to haul trailers with someone in it.

Fiona: [pulls over and walks into the trailer holding a piece of paper] Unless, you've got a special license. Frank and Neil and Tom helped. And don't worry, it all passed inspection.

Lyman: Why didn't you ask me?

Fiona: Well, you've been on pain killers. Plus I didn't trust you to make the break. You're unreliable when it comes to your own interests.

Lyman: I still get confused. Tell me again...

[petting Floyd with eye patch]

Fiona: Oh, well, when you threw him to me I caught him. But them I stuck my finger in his eye. He'll get better too.

Lyman: Fiona, I've never been outside the County line. Not in my whole life.

Fiona: Just wait 'til you see the Atlantic Ocean.

Lyman: Fiona...

Fiona: And you know what else? I got a tool belt to snap onto your wheelchair, just in case. We're prepared.

Lyman: What the heck... Let's go. Surprise me.

Fiona: People who get off on braces and wheel chairs are called devotés. They're a joke, they're the bottom rung. Above them are the pretenders. They wear the braces, they push the wheels, but they don't *belong* to their chairs. Still, if they want to fantasize, that's their choice. Then there are the wannabes. You saw how crazy they are.

Isaac: What makes you different than a wannabe or a pretender?

Fiona: I'm a unique case. I don't want to be paralyzed.

Isaac: You don't?

Fiona: I am already paralyzed. I'm just trapped in a walking person's body...

Fiona: I'm just thinking how easy it is to get used to a miracle.

Fiona: [about his shoes] What does it feel like when you take them off.

Isaac: Like you've just taken a deep breath, but before you can exhale somebody steals it away.

Fiona: I used to think if aliens landed, and they saw all the able-bodied people, and then they saw the people on their wheel chairs, they would say that those must be the kings and queens. Because they have special ramps, and they never have to get up.