Frances Quotes in Domino (2005)

Frances: Listen to me... bitch. I don't think you know who the fuck you are dealing with.

Shannon: Wait. I just thought of something.

Frances: What?

Shannon: You're a woman.

Frances: ...Yeah.

Shannon: Guys like that won't take orders from women. They just pulled off a multi-million pound bank robbery and some woman rings them up asking for 300,000 pounds? I don't think they're gonna take you seriously.

Frances: It's the 21st century. Women are doing every kind of job. We can do extortion.

Shannon: What are you trying to do? Raise their consciousness or get the money?

Frances: Ideally, both.

Danny: Where'd you get this number?

Frances: I looked it up in the book, under 'D' for dickhead.

Frances: 300 grand or the cops'll be on ya like a ton of... cops...

Shannon: Bricks.

Frances: ...bricks.

Frances: Listen Danny. We know ya done that bank job... We want 300 grand or... or what? Or I don't get my Mercedes?

Frances: We'll have them bury it in the sand pit.

Shannon: No sand. Got stolen.

Frances: Someone stole the sand? That is just sick.

Frances: What are you doing? You're supposed to be the good cop.

Shannon: Well I'd like to be the bad cop.

Frances: There can't be two bad cops, it doesn't work.

Clubber: How 'bout a shag?

Frances: How about a punch in the mouth?

Danny: Look, if you're going to accept what they think of you, then you can leave. I almost did.

Cranston: Well, you should have. Life here for animals is the pits. We're always playing the scapegoat.

Woolie Mammoth: Quickly forgotten.

Frances: Working for scale.

Danny: Then why are you still here? Because you can't get over that feeling, can you? That feeling you get when... when you two dance together. When you play. When you sing. They cursed you, humilliated you, even slammed the door on your face, but they haven't made you forget. Have they?

Tillie Hippo: Well, there's always Broadway. Yeah, Broadway. I hear hippos are very, very big on Broadway.

Frances: They're big everywhere, Darling.

Cranston: Look who's back! I wish he had himself stuffed!

Frances: I know a divine taxidermist, darling. Did my first husband.

Danny: I hear Farley Wink gets good parts for animals.

Frances: If you call hanging from a hook a good part.

Sawyer: Well, well. Run of the soundstage, use of Darla's ark, costumes... I don't know. Something seems fishy.

Frances: I beg your pardon?

Sawyer: Sorry. It's just that I smell a rat.

Rat: Excuse me?

Sawyer: Oh, never mind.

Cranston: Look at them. I'm ashamed to be an animal.

Frances: Oh, shut up, you old nanny, and show old Frannie what you got.

Sawyer: Sometimes I ask myself, "Why do I put up with this?"

Frances: The glamour?

Sawyer: What, this pig sty? No offense, Harry.

Harry the Pig: None taken.

Sawyer: Unless you're talking about the glamour of filing, the romance of typing.

Frances: [referring to her sister] Why do go around and see Tina? I don't mind.

Angela: They just so sneaky that you think it was your idea.

Frances: Yeah. You're sitting back and you're like: "Oh, yeah. This my idea. But wait a second, why am I alone? Why am I unhappy?"

Angela: "Why have I gained 20 pounds?"

Frances: They Jedi mind-trick you.

[after Clark fails at lighting all the exterior Christmas lights at the "lighting ceremony" in front of the entire family]

Frances: Talk about pissing your money away. I hope you kids see what a silly waste of resources this was.

Audrey: He worked really hard, Grandma.

Art: So do washing machines.

Frances: Do you know the most surprising thing about divorce? It doesn't actually kill you. Like a bullet to the heart or a head-on car wreck. It should. When someone you've promised to cherish till death do you part says "I never loved you," it should kill you instantly. You shouldn't have to wake up day after day after that, trying to understand how in the world you didn't know. The light just never went on, you know. I must have known, of course, but I was too scared to see the truth. Then fear just makes you so stupid.

Martini: No, it's not stupid, Signora Mayes. L'amore e cieco.

Frances: Oh, love is blind. Yeah, we have that saying too.

Martini: Everybody has that saying because it's true everywhere.

[last lines]

Frances: Unthinkably good things can happen even late in the game. It's such a surprise.

[last lines]

Frances: What are four walls, anyway? They are what they contain. The house protects the dreamer. Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game. It's such a surprise.

Frances: Do traffic lights mean anythng around here?

Marcello: Sure. Green light - avanti, avanti. Yellow light - decoration.

Frances: What about red light?

Marcello: Just a suggestion.

German Woman: You greedy Americans. You think you're so entitled. You ruin everything.

Frances: A lot of us feel really badly about that.

Frances: What are you thinking?

Martini: What do I think?

Frances: Tell me.

Martini: I think you got your wish.

Frances: My wish?

Martini: On that day we looked for your snake, you said to me that you wanted there to be a wedding here. And then you said you wanted there to be a family here.

Frances: You're right... I got my wish. I got everything I asked for.

Katherine: It's a nice little villa. Rather run down, but redeemable. Are you going to buy it?

Frances: No, no, no. I'm, I'm just a tourist. Here for the day.

Katherine: So?

Frances: Well, I mean who wouldn't want to buy a villa in Tuscany. But, uh, the way my life's been going, that would be a terrible idea.

Katherine: Terrible idea. Mm... Don't you just love those?

Frances: Ladybugs, Katherine. Lots and lots of ladybugs.

Frances: I'll hire the muscular descendants of Roman gods to do the heavy lifting.

Frances: [in voiceover] Every day I watch for the old man with the flowers, and I wonder, was he born here? Did he love someone here? Did he lose someone here? He doesn't seem as curious about me, but that's all right. These days I'm something of a loner myself.

Patti: I refuse to screw up your love life.

Frances: Don't be ridiculous, Patti. You are my love life.

[at the Flag Festival]

Patti: These are straight men.

Frances: In tights. Waving Flags.

Patti: Fantastic.

Frances: Yeah.

Frances: But, please tell the contessa that this is what I got for my house recently, in dollars, minus the work on the place, um... hammers, buckets, men,

[under her breath]

Frances: chocolate, and a rental car to drive off a cliff when this all turns out to have been a terrible mistake. That's what I can pay.

Pawel: [after Frances finds him and Chiara on her bed] Frances, please! We have nowhere to be together!

Frances: And what does that make me? Saint Francesca, patron saint of horny teenagers?

Frances: [voiceover] What is it about love that makes us so stupid?

Frances: This is really bad, isn't it?

Patti: Well, it's not good. Unless you want to give your ass a facial.

Frances: That's a contradiction in terms.

Patti: i guess it would be more like an Ass-cail

Patti: There's something strange about these trees. It's like they know.

Frances: And they know that we know that they know.

Patti: They're creepy. Creepy Italian trees. Of course, the baby's going to like them cause it's going to be a creepy Italian baby who goes around saying things like 'Ciao mama' and doing that weird backward hand wave thing. Life is strange.

Marcello: Francesca.

Frances: Yes?

Marcello: I am going to make love all over you!

Frances: Okay.

Patti: Think of your inner voice.

Frances: Inner voice... "What the fuck am I doing on a gay tour of Tuscany?"

Patti: Frances bought a house in Tuscany! And you're going to live there alone?

Frances: Well, I'm not there alone. I'm there with bugs.

Patti: Ew.

Frances: You're the one that made the "empty-shell person standing at the crossroads" speech.

Patti: Oh, yeah. That was me.

Frances: [narrating] So I was now the owner of a villa whose lands it would take two oxen two days to plow. Owning neither an ox nor a plow, I'd have to take their word for that.

Frances: What's your name?

Marcello: Marcello.

Frances: Of course it is.

Frances: What if this is it? The real thing?

Placido: What you speak of is only in fairy tales.

Frances: No, it's not!

Placido: And how do you know? From personal experience?

Frances: No. I looked, and I didn't find it. But that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Frances: Any arbitrary turning along the way and I would be elsewhere; I would be different.

Frances: It's that thing when you're with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it... but it's a party... and you're both talking to other people, and you're laughing and shining... and you look across the room and catch each other's eyes... but - but not because you're possessive, or it's precisely sexual... but because... that is your person in this life. And it's funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it's this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It's sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don't have the ability to perceive them. That's - That's what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

Frances: Sometimes it's good to do what you're supposed to do when you're supposed to do it.

Benji: Are you still undateable?

Frances: Oh yes, very undateable.

Frances: I'm so embarrassed. I'm not a real person yet.

Frances: I'm not messy, I'm busy.

Frances: Don't treat me like a three-hour brunch friend!

Andy: So what do you do?

Frances: Eh... It's kinda hard to explain.

Andy: Because what you do is complicated?

Frances: Eh... Because I don't really do it.

Frances: I'm too tall to marry.

Frances: I have trouble leaving places.

Frances: I'm poor.

Benji: That's actually offensive to poor people.

Frances: I like things that look like mistakes.

Frances: Do I look old to you?

Benji: No. Yes.

Frances: How old?

Benji: Older than I am.

Frances: Older than 27?

Benji: No. 27 is old, though.

Benji: Let's do something fun. We could go to a movie.

Frances: Movies are so expensive now.

Benji: Yeah, but you're at the movies.

Frances: [at a French cinema] Hello. When did "Puss in Boots" start?

Frances: I put my ring on my thumb and I'm having trouble getting it off.

Sophie: Hold your hand above your head. I'll drain the blood out.

Frances: I look like I'm asking a *question*.

Frances: We are like a lesbian couple that doesn't have sex anymore.

Frances: I love you Sophie, even if you love your phone that has e-mail more than you love me.

Sophie: My phone that has e-mail doesn't leave a casserole dish in the sink for three days.

Lev Shapiro: Just because you bought dinner doesn't mean I'm gonna sleep with you.

Frances: I'm not trying to sleep with you.

Lev Shapiro: No, I was pretending to be a liberated woman.

Frances: But your blog looks so happy.

Sophie: I don't think my *mom* would read it if it were about depression.

Frances: My mom would.

[Sophie chuckles]

Frances: Seriously, Mr. Marcus, the Supreme Court has declared that anal sex is to gay male sex what Mozart is to classical music.

Mr. Marcus: Miss Turner, we are not here to discuss classical music. I myself am a huge Mozart fan, but...

Frances: Look, the fucking Supreme Court has declared this natural. It is not obscene.

Mr. Marcus: In case you haven't noticed this is not the Supreme Court. We're here in Customs and I have a job to do.

Frances: We're just following orders, are we? Asshole.

Mr. Marcus: From your perspective, that must be a compliment of Mozartian proportions.

Mr. L.B. Marcus: The books have been classified as obscene and will not be allowed through the border. Now, if I can just get you to sign here.

Frances: Little Red Riding Hood is obscene?

Mr. Marcus: Well, we, we thought it was something else.

[Frances is about to attack the homophobic customs official; Bernice, a security guard, steps in]

Bernice: Do we have a problem in here?

Frances: Bernice? Oh my god, I haven't seen you since the women's music festival!

[Bernice hustles Frances and Maggie out the door]

Frances: Of course it's obscene! That's the point!

Lainee Diamond: Lainee: Why do people stay together in bad relationships I mean?

Frances: France: When you eat so much shit for so long, you don't even recognize the taste of it after a while.

Frances: You know, ever since I sang that song it's been haunting me.

Rag Time Kelly: It SHOULD haunt you: You murdered it.

Frances: Say, Lou, you fallin' for that bloke?

Lady Lou: Oh, it ain't nothin' serious, but there was somethin' just wonderful about him.

Jason: You can tell that by looking at my palm?

Frances: I can tell that by looking at your face.

Frances: I lied to you when I said I'd never lie to you again. I'm not even supposed to be here. They just gave me some time off, so I could - visit.

Doctor: Let's see how that leg is doing, Frenchie.

Francés: How do you think it's doing? It's fucked up.

Frances: Blind Dog and Lightning Boy? Who the hell are you guys supposed to be?

Eugene Martone: We're bluesmen...

Willie Brown: *I'm* the bluesman, he's from Long Island!

Willie Brown: Is somebody saying he ain't been believing when I've been speaking?

Eugene Martone: That's right, Willie, I'm saying you're full of shit! You know something, everytime you mention Fulton's Point, nobody's ever even heard of the godamned place! And I'm starting to think you're just a con-man who used me just to get your ass out of a nursing home!

[Willie and Eugene start to walk away from each other on opposite sides of the road]

Frances: Where are you going?

Willie Brown: Look, you smart-assed kids, you don't need me! I do my business on this side of the road, and you white folks do your business on that side; that's the way they get things done in Mississippi!

Frances: He reached in and put a string of lights around my heart.

Vivian: Can I be honest with you, Frances?

Frances: It's a dyin' art, so be my guest.

Frances: Button yourself up. The professor doesn't want to see your business popping through. Where are your pants?

Gwen: Long time no see, Miz Parker.

Frances: [disdainfully] I'm handlin' it.

Frances: Aren't you lucky. The nearest I'll get to a vacation this year is a far away look in my eye.

Frances: Here comes old Ironsides.

Office Supervisor: What's the matter? Is there something wrong with your machine?

Teddy Shaw: Oh, no. Not at all.

Office Supervisor: This is an office, girls, not a social hall. You've been here long enough to know that. Or, have you been here, too long?