Francis Quotes in John Wick (2014)


Francis Quotes:

  • John Wick: [points a gun at Francis' head] Hello, Francis.

    Francis: Mr. Wick.

    John Wick: [in Russian] You've lost weight.

    Francis: [in Russian] Over sixty pounds.

    John Wick: [in Russian] Yeah? Impressive.

    Francis: Are you here on business, sir?

    John Wick: Afraid so, Francis.


    John Wick: Why don't you take the night off?

    Francis: Thank you, sir.

  • Francis: So, who are you out here in the real world?

    Cesca Giggles: Special Agent Cortez, we need you.

    Rez: [boys stare at him in wonder] Whoa!

    Juni: I'm just Juni Cortez.

  • Juni: Which is worse! Lava or Tinker Toys!

    Francis: Definitely Tinker Toys!

  • Juni: Why is it that every video game has lava in it?

    Francis: Technically, that's not true. There's no lava in Halo. And in Metroid, it's molten magma.

  • Agent Damage Report: [Shows Juni the beta tester boys in their real life form] Cortez, are these the boys that were in the game with you? We tracked them through their email addresses.

    Juni: [Sees the boys] Yeah that's them. They wouldn't know anything about...

    [doesn't recognize the boys in their non-game form]

    Juni: Hey, wait a second; what happened to Francis the Brain, Arnold the Strong and Mr. Cool?

    Francis: Well, in the real world, I'm not that smart.

    Arnold: I'm not strong.

    Rez: I'm not cool.

    Juni: [Winces] Reality check...

  • Rez: [Sees Juni standing in front of a giant billboard of the game near a guy wearing a similar game suit to him] Will you look at this?

    Francis: [getting his analysis scanner and finds a match] Hold to your joysticks boys. I think we got him.

    [the boys walk over to Juni]

    Francis: You're The Guy.

    Juni: I'm the Who?

    Francis: The Guy. The guy from the poster.

    [Turns around and points to the suit in the billboard]

    Francis: That guy.

    Juni: [Looks at the poster and is confused] No, wait a minute; I'm only looking for my sister. She's somewhere on Level 4. Then I'm heading out through Level 5.

    Rez: So you can win the game?

    Juni: I guess that's one way of putting it.

    Francis: You see, according to the tech manual,

    [opens the tech manual up]

    Francis: if we find The Guy...

    [turns around and points to the poster]

    Francis: The Guy... he'll lead us through the unwinnable level.

    Rez: Hey, just because he made out of RoboCon in one piece doesn't mean he's The Guy!

    Francis: He's the first I've ever seen to make it out with the power suit.

    [taps Juni's suit]

    Rez: Man, give me a break. This wimp's a phoney.

    Francis: There's only one way to find out.

    Rez: [Turns around to see a racetrack behind him] Mega Race. The fastest, most dangerous race in the game world.

  • Francis: [noticing Felicity's eyes] You're blind.

    Felicitas: I'm not blind. I just can't see.

  • Francis: He lost his innocence, Bluebeard, as man has lost his.

  • Francis: I swear that whoever murdered Felicity is going to pay for it!, you hear me you bastard I'm going to make you pay!

    Blaubart: We'll get you shithead!

  • Pascal: [types the word "FELIDAE" on the computer] Do you know the meaning of this word, Felidae?

    Francis: Could it be a scientific name for all our family divisions, "cats" as they're usually called?

    Pascal: Felidae. Evolution has created an astounding number of various creatures. Not one however deserves the respected wonder the genus Felidae has earned.

    [shows on the computer a list]

    Francis: Wow! What did you combine on this list.

    Pascal: Those of us who live in the neighbourhood, name, age, gender, breed, marking. I almost forgot, I need to enter you now as well.

    Francis: Incredible!

    Pascal: Yes it is. Even better if it can help us solve a murder.

    Francis: Did you know it all of the dead brothers?

    Pascal: Yes! They were all on the prowl after some female in heat.

    Francis: I... I have an idea. Find out what breed they were. That may lead us to a new tie-up.

    Pascal: Simple enough.

    [shows on the computer the murdered cats' type of race]

    Pascal: Well, none of them were partically aristocratic examples of Felidae.

    Francis: But all the same race, so they were'nt just excited and male. They were all European Shorthairs.

  • Felicitas: You're new in the neighborhood.

    Francis: That's right. Francis.

  • Francis: Very impressive, have we come to the house of an art collector or a pimp?

    Blaubart: Your guess is as good as mine, I believe the can opener who owns this joint has some sort of job as a scientist or was it a parapsychologist? I don't know.

  • Francis: [spotting a dead cat with her stomach and throat ripped out] Oh my God...

    Kong: Looks like he's run out of steam suddenly, that's what happens to you when you eat too much junk food.

    Francis: Yeah I'm out of breath and it looks like I'm not the only one.

    [indicating the dead cat]

    Kong: What bullshit you talking now?


    Kong: Solitaire! Oh Solitaire! What have they done to you? What the hell has that evil bastard done? My lovely, lovely Solitaire!


    Francis: Who was she?

    Hermann 1: Solitaire was the boss' favorite girl, and chances are those are his family you can see as well.

    [pointing out the dead kitten fetuses]

    Kong: I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna hamburger him, I'll tear his balls off and stuff them down his throat, what kind of heartless bastard would do this? Who? Who? Tell me!

    [to Francis]

    Kong: Was it you? No, you didn't have the time. Well then who did it? Who was it?

  • Francis: Hey, Bluebeard.

    Blaubart: Yeah?

    Francis: Sounds to me like you're backtracking a little, aren't ya?

    Blaubart: You don't say... and what makes ya think so?

    Francis: Well, you told 'em I'm your friend.

    Blaubart: ...ah.

  • Blaubart: [spotting dead cat with his throat torn] It must've been a can opener.

    Francis: Pardon? Can opener? I'm sorry, you've lost me.

    Blaubart: It must've been a friggin' can opener. Ain't it obvious? He gave our poor little Sascha an extra ventilation hole in the throat.

    Francis: Oh, you mean a man. Did you witness it?

    Blaubart: Hell no. But only men are brutal enough to do a thing like this. Lousy can openers. The only thing they're good for is opening our dinner cans.

  • Blaubart: Hey little smartass, what do they call you?

    Francis: Francis.

    Blaubart: [grunts]

  • Francis: There's a plate there. Looks like this place was a doctor's office. That would explain the chemical smell.

  • Blaubart: [enters the room]

    Francis: Did you come in here to take a leak? Well you don't piss in here anymore. I live here now and I have my standards.

  • Francis: Let me guess. This latest victim's also a tom, just like the other 4 stiffs.

    Blaubart: Smartass. How the hell did you know that?

    Francis: It's a guess, but an educated one.

    Blaubart: Anyway this time it's tight-assed Deep Purple that's taken out his last rat. His throat looks exactly though someone decided to test an ice pick to see if it works.

    Francis: One question, was he castrated?

    Blaubart: Purple had his jewels intact, but, he couldn't get it up anymore.

  • Hermann 1Hermann 2: [to Bluebeard] Hi pussy cat!

    Francis: Oh boy, it was time to meet the neighborhood scumbags.

  • Francis: The only thing that ties the two stiffs together is sex.

  • Blaubart: Let me put the ol' thinking cap on.

    Francis: Oh you do think do you?

    Blaubart: I think non-stop. Surprises you, eh? I even read a book once.


  • Pascal: As it shows, The murderer is beginning to make mistakes we may be able to exploit.

    Francis: I hope you're right, but I find it hard to imagine that this master of horror could make mistakes.

    Pascal: Then perhaps he is sending us a message.

  • Pascal: Can I offer you both something to eat?

    Francis: Thanks, we've eaten already, Pascal.

    Blaubart: Shut up, will you asshole? Personally, I can handle another little mouthful or two.

  • Francis: [talking about Felicity] Her eyes were wide open, as though even with her last breath the one thing she longed desperately for was to see.

  • Francis: Why weren't the bodies of Sascha, Deep Purple, Solitare... Felicity, down there?

  • Nhozemphtekh: I'm new around here, that's all you need to know. Your lady is just as she is.

    Francis: Your breed is new?

    Nhozemphtekh: Not new, no, it's old. Or in simple language, old and new. Or, different. Figure it out for yourself Francis.

    Francis: How did you know my name?

    Nhozemphtekh: A little bird in a tree told me.

    Francis: And what's your name?

    Nhozemphtekh: My name matters as little as my breed. It wouldn't anything to you.

  • Francis: [angrily] FUCK!

  • Slim: [stuck among branches] Francis! Francis, I'm stuck!

    Francis: Where are you?

    Slim: I'm over here.

    Francis: Where?

    Slim: Here!


    Slim: I'm the only stick with eyeballs!

  • Heimlich: [dressed as baby] Bottle all gone. Baby wants pie!

    Francis: Pie? He asked for it. Should I give it to him?

    Molt: Yeah! Give him pie! Give him pie!

  • [Dot gets a rock]

    Dot: Pretend it's a seed, okay?

    Flik: Thanks, Dot.

    Francis: Hey, what's with the rock?

    Slim: Must be an ant thing.

  • Francis: Stand back, ye flies! We are the greatest warriors in all Bugdom.

    Flik: [from a distance, to himself] Warrior bugs!

    Francis: My sword.

    [Grabs Slim and brandishes him like a sword]

    Slim: [dryly] Swish, swish. Clang, clang.

    Francis: Little John.

    Heimlich: What ho, Robin! Justice is my sword and truth shall be my quiver.

  • [Francis is being harassed by two flies at the bar]

    Francis: Shoo, fly. Don't bother me.

  • Flik: Hopper's afraid of birds!

    Francis: [after being vigorously pursued by a bird] And I don't blame him!

  • Francis: Hey, turn your butt off!

  • Francis: Your majesty. Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls of all ages. Our troupe here guarentees a performance like no other. Why, when your grasshopper friends get here, we are gonna knock... them... dead!

    [ants cheer]

    Slim: Boy, these folks are sure hard up for entertainment.

  • Slim: That's no way to speak to a lady.

    Francis: I heard that, you twig.

  • Francis: So! Bein' a ladybug automatically makes me a girl. Is that it, fly boy? Eh?

    Fly: Yikes! She's a guy!

  • Francis: [spotting some children crossing a river] Look at these assholes.

  • Brendan: Why are your eyes so red?

    Francis: Why is your head so bald?

  • Francis: Dad's bags aren't gonna make it.

  • Francis: [Francis and Peter are beating each other up] You don't love me!

    Peter: Yes I do!

    Jack: I love you too, but I'm gonna mace you in the face!

  • Jack: Wouldn't it be great if we heard a train go by in the distance?

    Peter: Not really.

    Francis: It'd probably be annoying.

  • Jack: You wanna read a short story I wrote in France?

    Francis: How long is it?

    Jack: What?

    Francis: How long is it?

    Jack: How long is it? Never mind. Forget it.

  • Jack: Which direction did your's go?

    Francis: What do you mean?

    Jack: Your feathers... mine blew toward the mountains

    Francis: That's not right. It's not suppose to get blown away. You're suppose to blow on it then bury it.

    Peter: I didn't get that. I still have mine.

    Francis: You guys didn't do it right. I asked if you read the instructions. You did it wrong... I tried my hardest. I don't know what to do.

    Peter: I don't think Dad would've hated it.

  • Francis: Peter, you can not abandon your wife just because she's pregnant.

  • Francis: Ok. Let's check the next itinerary.

    Peter: Fuck the itinerary.

  • Francis: Any questions?

    Peter: I have one. What happened to your face?

  • [last lines]

    Francis: Let's go get a drink and smoke a cigarette.

  • Francis: Is that my belt?

    Peter: Can I borrow it?

  • Francis: He has this disease where his head is shaved except he doesn't have to shave it because he can't grow any hair in the first place. Don't talk about it around him though. It might offend him.

  • Peter: You know, maybe right before whenever you're about to take out your tooth, you should say something like, "Please forgive this." Because, actually, it's kind of...

    Francis: Can you back away a little? You just spit in my eye.

  • Francis: Cough syrup? That's a dumb way to get loaded, Jack.

  • Francis: You're the two most important people in the world to me. I've never said that before, but it's true, and I want you both to know it. I love you, Peter

    Peter: Thank you.

    Francis: I love you, Jack.

    Jack: I love you, too.

    Francis: How did it get to this? Why haven't we spoken in a year? Let's make an agreement.

    Peter: To do what?

    Jack: Okay.

    Francis: A: I want us be become brothers again like we used to be and for us to find ourselves and bond with each other. Can we agree to that?

    Peter: Okay.

    Peter: Yeah.

    Francis: B. I want us to make this trip a spiritual journey where each of us seek the unknown, and we learn about it. Can we agree to that?

    Jack: Sure.

    Peter: I guess so.

    Francis: C. I want us to be completely open and say yes to everything even if it's shocking and painful. Can we agree to that?"

    [Peter and Jack cock their heads and look at each other. Francis simply continues]

    Francis: Now, I had Brendan make us an itinerary

    Peter: Who's Brendan?

    Francis: My new assistant. He's gonna place an updated schedule under our doors every morning of all the spiritual places and temples that we need to see and expedite hotels and transportation and everything.

  • Francis: I only remember certain details, but from what I've been able to reconstruct, it was raining, I was going about 50 miles an hour as I went into a corner, did some wrong steering, wheels went out from me, and suddenly, "Whoo", skidded off the road, slammed into a ditch and got catapulted 50 feet through the air. Little particles of glass and debris were stinging my face as I flew. And for a second, there was just total silence. Just... Then BAM! The bike crashed to the ground, exploded and caught on fire, and then I smashed into the side of a hill with my face. I was driving home. I live alone right now. Anyway, two joggers ran up and started digging out all the dirt that was jammed inside my mouth and my nose and my ears. My brain had stopped, and my heart had stopped, so technically I was dead at this point. They did all the procedures exactly right, as a result of which I'm still alive.

    Jack: Boy.

    Peter: Wow.

    Francis: The first thing I thought of when I woke up was, I wish Peter and Jack were here.

  • [repeated line]

    Francis: Let's go have a drink and smoke a cigarette.

  • Francis: I guess I've still got a lot of healing to do.

    Jack: Gettin' there, though.

    Peter: Anyway, it's definitely going to add a lot of character to you.

  • Francis: Is that Dad's razor?

  • Jack: I think he's still in mourning.

    Francis: Well I probably still am too.

  • Francis: Let's take a look at the itinerary.

    Peter: Fuck the itinerary.

  • Peter: I can't believe you just said that.

    Francis: Why not? It's the truth.

    Jack: He didn't really mean it.

    Alice: I think you're all equally grief-stricken. Let's just leave it at that.

  • Francis: We're invited to the funeral.

  • Francis: Are those Dad's sunglasses?

  • Francis: [after Jack comes back from having sex with Rita] Where are the savory snacks?

    Jack: What?

    Francis: [pause] Did you just fuck that Indian girl?

  • Francis: Let's get into it!

  • Francis: Those are three thousand dollar loafers!

  • The Chief Steward: Do you have a prescription for these?

    Francis: ...Well, I almost died.

  • Pee-wee: I wouldn't sell my bike for all the money in the world. Not for a hundred million, trillion, billion dollars!

    Francis: Then you're crazy!

    Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I?

    Francis: You're a nerd!

    Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I?

    Francis: You're an idiot!

    Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I?

    Pee-weeFrancis: I know you are but what am I? I know you are but what am I? I know you are but what am I? Pee-wee: Infinity!

    Francis: No, I'm not.

    Pee-weeFrancis: You are! No way! Knock it off! Cut it out!

    Francis: Shut up, Pee-wee!

    Pee-wee: Why don't you make me.

    Francis: You make me!

    Pee-wee: Because. I don't make monkeys, I just train 'em.

    Francis: Pee-wee listen to reason.

    [Pee-Wee cuffs his hand around his ear in a listening motion]

    Francis: Pee-wee!

    Pee-wee: Sh! I'm listening to reason.

    Francis: Pee-wee!

    Pee-wee: That's my name, don't wear it out.

    Francis: Remember the first time I saw your bike? You came riding past my house and I came running out to tell you how much I liked it even way back then?

    Pee-wee: I love that story.

    [jumps on bike and pedals away]

    Francis: You'll be sorry, Pee-wee Herman!

  • Francis: Today's my birthday and my father says I can have anything I want.

    Pee-wee: Good for you and your father.

    Francis: So guess what I want.

    Pee-wee: A new brain?

    Francis: No. Your bike!

  • Mr. Buxton: [after Pee-wee and Francis wrestle in the bathtub and Pee-wee is trying to open a window] Pee-wee, Pee-wee! What is going on here?

    Pee-wee Herman: He's a thief! He stole my bike!

    Francis: You liar! I swear I didn't do it, Dad!

    Mr. Buxton: Pee-wee, this is a serious accusation. Do you have any proof?

    Pee-wee Herman: Well, not exactly.

    Mr. Buxton: Pee-wee, the Buxtons are not thieves. Just look at him.

    [Francis gives a sad puppy face]

    Mr. Buxton: He couldn't have stolen your bike. He hasn't left this house since yesterday. We've been setting up Francis' birthday plans all day.

    Pee-wee Herman: Gee, I guess I was wrong. We don't have to involve the authorities in this matter, do we, Mr. Buxton? It was an honest mistake, and I'm very sorry.

    Mr. Buxton: Well... I still think you should apologise to Francis, and then I want to see the two of you shake hands.

    Pee-wee Herman: I'm sorry, Francis.

    [Shakes his hand, and reaches for his trick gum]

    Pee-wee Herman: Here, would you care for some gum?

    [Francis takes a piece of trick gum]

    Pee-wee Herman: Would you like some, Mr. Buxton?

    Mr. Buxton: Oh, thank you.

    Pee-wee Herman: Spearmint or fruit?

    Mr. Buxton: Uh, fruit please.

    [Takes a piece of trick gum]

    Pee-wee Herman: [leaving] Well... goodbye!

    Mr. Buxton: Goodbye.

    Francis: You do believe me, don't you, Dad?

    [as Francis chews the spearmint trick gum, the saliva in his mouth turns black. Mr Buxton screams as he realizes his own fruit trick gum is spicy]

  • Radio DJ: [Pee-wee goes to a radio station to post a $10,000 reward for the recovery of his bike] Well, that is some story Pee-wee and with the kind of reward money you're offering, I'm sure a lot of our listeners will be searching.

    Pee-wee: Oh, my name's engraved on the back of the seat. That's Pee-wee Herman. P-E-E,

    Francis: [turns off radio] That does it! He just won't let up. I changed my mind. I don't want the stupid bike anymore.

    Francis' Accomplice: Well, a deal's a deal. So... fork over my money for lifting it for you... Buxton!

    Francis: [Pays his friend] Here. Take the bike with you. Just get rid of it.

    Francis' Accomplice: [Takes some more money from Francis] That'll cost you extra. See you later sucker!

  • Francis: [to Roscoe] Isn't it rather dangerous to use ones entire vocabulary in a single sentence?

  • Tito: Hey, hey, hey! There is a lady, Francis.

    Georgette: Well, it's nice to see that one of you has some manners.

    Tito: After you, my little croissant.

    Francis: Good grief.

  • Francis: My name is Francis. Fran-cis. Not Frank, not Frankie - *Francis*.

  • Tito: [pulling out an old wallet] Check it out.

    Francis: Oh, shredded leather.

    Tito: Shredded wha... What you talkin' about, man? That's a primo wallet, man.

    Francis: Rubbish, you mean.

    Tito: All right, that does it, Frankie, man! You insulted my pride, and this means death!

  • Einstein: Look what I found!

    [a broken tennis racket]

    Francis: Good show. Now all we need is a net and a tennis court.

    Einstein: Do you think this place is big enough?

  • Rita: Cool it, you guys. It's just a cat.

    Tito: Mi madre, un gato!

    Francis: Felis domesticus!

    Rita: How did you find this place, cat?

    Oliver: I-I was following this dog.

    Tito: He's lying! He's lying! He's lying!...

    Rita: [Kicks Tito] Stop it, Tito.

    Francis: And why would a cat follow a dog?

    Einstein: Yeah!

    Oliver: I just wanted some of the hot dogs I helped him get.

    Tito: He's a spy, man! Come on, let's eat him! You're dead meat, kitty!

  • Oliver: What kind of work do we do anyway?

    Tito: Investment banking, man. Didn't you read about us in the Wall Street Journal?

    Oliver: Really?

    Francis: [chucking] Yes. Captains of Industry.

  • [Watching CJ flirt with Beau.]

    Francis: Look at her... just thinking every man's dying for her.

    Mary Catherine: Do you like him?

    Francis: Of course not... he WORKS at a gas station... and he's a poet... and he smells like pine trees...

  • Steve Jobs: Get your shit and get out! You're done.

    Francis: What? Are you gonna fire me?

    Steve Jobs: No! I ALREADY FIRED YOU!... Why are you still here?

    Bill Atkinson: Steve, he, he was our best programmer in the division.

    Steve Jobs: He's the best programmer that doesn't care about our vision.

  • Brian: Excuse me. Are you the Judean People's Front?

    Reg: Fuck off! 'Judean People's Front'. We're the People's Front of Judea! 'Judean People's Front'.

    Francis: Wankers.

  • Judith: [on Stan's desire to be a mother] Here! I've got an idea: Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a womb - which is nobody's fault, not even the Romans' - but that he can have the *right* to have babies.

    Francis: Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother... sister, sorry.

    Reg: What's the *point*?

    Francis: What?

    Reg: What's the point of fighting for his right to have babies, when he can't have babies?

    Francis: It is symbolic of our struggle against oppression.

    Reg: It's symbolic of his struggle against reality.

  • Francis: We're gettin' in through the underground heating system here, up through into the main audience chamber here, and Pilate's wife's bedroom is here. Having grabbed his wife, we inform Pilate that she is in our custody and forthwith issue our demands. Any questions?

    Commando Xerxes: What exactly are the demands?

    Reg: We're giving Pilate two days to dismantle the entire apparatus of the Roman Imperialist State, and if he doesn't agree immediately, we execute her.

  • Francis: Why are you always on about women, Stan?

    Stan: I want to be one.

    Reg: What?

    Stan: I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'.

    Reg: What?

    Stan: It's my right as a man.

    Judith: Well, why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?

    Stan: I want to have babies.

    Reg: You want to have babies?

    Stan: It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.

    Reg: But... you can't have babies!

    Stan: Don't you oppress me!

    Reg: I'm not oppressing you, Stan! You haven't got a womb! Where's the foetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?

    Stan: [starts to cry]

  • Francis: Well, for one thing, I don't like the fact that you have sex with a geriatric.

    Heather Davis: Well, how do you think I feel about you going home and seeing your wife every night?

    Francis: I haven't had sex with my wife in months.

    Heather Davis: Well, I don't know if that is such a good idea, Francis. Clearly you need the practice.

  • Mr. Fitzpatrick: She's gonna be devastated. She's been up at that goddamn church every morning praying for your brother. And then yesterday she tells me I spend too much time on the boat. I don't even want to get into that discussion. And now you're gonna get divorced? Christ. She'll be up with Father John twenty-four hours a day. Thanks a lot, buddy. I'm probably going to have to start making my own breakfast again.

    Francis: I'm sorry if my divorce interferes with your breakfast plans, Dad.

  • Francis: Twenty-five fucking years, I've been waiting for the day I'd be bigger, tougher, stronger than you are. When you go down it's gonna hurt, baby. I'm gonna kick your fucking ass! Are you ready? You ready to be humiliated in front of your new wife and your father? You are an ugly bitch, I pity you...

  • Andy: Hi! I'm Casper - the friendly hologram. I think it was God who said, "Let there be light."

    [computer prototypes all start at once]

    Francis: Holy shit!

  • Francis: The world needs a cheap portable computer, Casper. Third world school children want to join the information age.

    Andy: I thought third world school children wanted... food.

  • Paige: Okay, so can we please just go now?

    Francis: [holding a knife to her] Aw, Paige.

    Paige: Please!

    Sadie: Do you not like us, Paige?

    Krug: I'm sorry ladies. We just can't risk it.

  • Francis: I hate cell phones! Everyhwere you turn nothing but texting and yakking and texting.

  • Francis: [while John stitches his nose] Aw, that fucking hurts!

    Krug: Oh man up, Frank.

  • John Collingwood: You know, you should probably just sleep here tonight.

    Krug: Oh, well, no. We couldn't do that.

    John Collingwood: I don't think you have much choice.

    Krug: We just don't want to impose, is all.

    Emma Collingwood: Well it's really not a problem. We have a guest house, so...

    Krug: [putting his arm around Justin] Well whatever you think. Whatever's easiest.

    Francis: Yeah, we're very easy.

  • Francis: They thought you were the smart one? I must've looked like a friggin' retard!

  • Francis: [to Sean] What do you need a formal invitation? Get in the fucking car!

  • [King is writing a letter to his girlfriend]

    Francis: It ain't D-E-R-E, it's D-E-A-R. And "Sarah" ain't got no two R's, King. Damn, you dumb!

    King: It don't make no difference. She know what I mean. She don't read too good nohow.

  • Francis: [Francis and Taylor are laying on stretchers] Hey, Taylor, that you?

    Chris Taylor: Hey, Francis.

    Francis: Hey, man, how you doin?

    Chris Taylor: I'm okay. How you doing?

    Francis: Fine, man. Just fine. Hey, dig it. We two timers, man. We're gonna get out of here, boy. I'm gonna see you in the hospital. We gonna get high, high. Yes, sir.

  • Crawford: That O'Neill's got his nose so far up Top's ass he's gotta be Pinocchio. Why do WE always get fuckin' ambush?

    Francis: 'Cause it's politics, man, politics.

  • Francis: This his blood?

    Ellie Burr: Ketchup maybe. Was he eating a hot dog?

  • Francis: Next time you run off, try to go for the soy bean field. It's October & the corn cuts like a knife.

  • Tom: And why doesn't anybody talk to you?

    Francis: I don't care about people, so people don't care about me, you know.

  • Nicolas: Eating your cherry, Terry?

    Francis: Cherries are too sweet.

    Marie: Fudge is 17 times sweeter than cherries.

  • Nicolas: You have a big bed, right?

    Francis: Yeah, I have a big bed. You can sleep here. We'll just... We'll just squeeze in.

    Nicolas: Thanks, man.

    Marie: Shotgun the side.

    Francis: I hate the middle, too.

    Nicolas: No sweat. I like the middle.

  • Francis: I love you. I really want to kiss you. I don't know why I'm telling you this.

  • Don Nicholas Medina: The atmosphere is heavy in here.

    [opens the curtains in Elizabeth's room]

    Francis: Why have you brought me here?

    Don Nicholas Medina: It is her room, sir. I've had it kept exactly as she left it.

  • Francis: I love you.

  • Francis: You are tired, Dale?

    Dale: Oh yes. I'm tired... of everything except the... the music.

  • Francis: When you were talking to the doctor, I was listening.

    Dale: [with mock indignation] You were?... Was I good?

  • Dale: But never, never again, man. Don't cry for me. Never again, Francis.

    Francis: What else can I do... when you are killing yourself.

    Dale: I'll stop.

    Francis: Stop?

    Dale: I promise.

    Francis: How? You never stopped before.

    Dale: I never promised anybody before.

  • [Francis puts on a record]

    Dale: Francis, who is that playing?

    Francis: Who is playing? It's you. You just made a record.

    Dale: Not bad.

  • Francis: Dale, you were happy in Paris?

    Dale: [long pause] Very pretty town.

  • Francis: Jane, I love you - when will you marry me?

    Jane: We who are of noble blood may not follow the wishes of our hearts.

  • Francis: You all think I'm insane-! it isn't true - it's the director who's insane! - He is Caligari... Caligari... Caligari!

  • Francis: You fools, this man is plotting our doom! We die at dawn! He is Caligari!

  • Francis: The somnambulist's prophecy?

  • Francis: Mr. Director, unmask yourself.

  • Francis: Nice outfit.

    Pat: Do I know you?

    Francis: I doubt it. I've gone to private schools all my life and I'm rich as shit.

    Pat: Oh, that's right. You're Francis. I thought I recognized those small tits.

  • Francis: Haven't you already done enough damage with that huge penis of yours?

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