Frankie Quotes in Baywatch (2017)

Frankie: Leon's not a man of words he's a man of action

[after Leon speaks]

Frankie: See now you've gone and ruined it again.

Frankie: Ever hear of the ozone layer, asshole?

Frankie: Yo, Dano, shouldn't we help your mom?

Dano: Oh, good one, man. You're hilarious.

Frankie: What did you find out, Pat?

Pat Nicholson, Frankie's Lieutenant: Nobody knows him. They must have brought him down from Boston. Brought him down from Boston to rat us out.

Frankie: It don't matter where the faggot cocksucker's from because he's dead. It's $15,000 the minute he takes his last breath. You bring me his motherfuckin' rat head it's $30,000.

Frankie: She thinks I'm an asshole. And if she thinks that about me, what in the long run is she going to think about you?

Frankie: Either they forgot about us, or this entire fuckin' neighborhood better get ready to duck.

Simon: So you know the way to the embassy?

Frankie: [eyeing Simon's watch] Like the face of a Bvlgary Chronograph.

[Simon removes his watch and hands it to Frankie]

Frankie: I remember! This way...

Frankie: The president's quarters are here... but there are many guards, so I suggest...

Simon Templar: What? An alternate route?

Frankie: Money!

Simon Templar: O' ye of little faith!

Frankie: Sorry, pop. Lenny had a little accident. He was born!

Lenny: Ha ha. You're a comedy genius.

[Frankie starts humming the Jaws tune]

Lenny: That song gives me the creeps!

Frankie: What do ya mean? It's our theme song!

[the Jaws tune starts to play, and the opening credits roll]

Frankie: [dying] Lenny, is that you?

Lenny: I'm here, Frankie.

Frankie: Come closer.

Lenny: What is it, Frankie?

Frankie: I feel so cold.

Lenny: That's just because we're cold-blooded.

[Frankie slaps Lenny]

Lenny: Ow!

Frankie: Moron.

[dies]

Lenny: Mom says it's not okay to hit!

[Frankie slaps Lenny]

Frankie: Mom's not here!

Bowler Hat Guy: You are now under my control!

Frankie: [monotone] I am now under your control.

Bowler Hat Guy: Hee hee hee hee!

Frankie: [monotone] Hee hee hee hee.

Bowler Hat Guy: Stop laughing.

Frankie: [monotone] Stop laughing.

Bowler Hat Guy: Don't repeat everything I say!

Frankie: [monotone] I won't repeat everything you say.

Bowler Hat Guy: Excellent.

Frankie: [monotone] Excellent.

Bowler Hat Guy: Uh, did you just say "excellent" because I said "excellent"?

Frankie: [monotone] Uhhh... no.

Bowler Hat Guy: Excellent!

Frankie: [monotone] Excellent.

Bowler Hat Guy: Ha ha ha! There he is - that repulsive, half-witted fool! Now, my slave, seize the boy! Bring him to me.

[Frankie gulps]

Bowler Hat Guy: Did you not hear what I said, you idiot? Grab the boy and bring him!

Frankie: [monotone] Well, it's just that there's a million people over there, and I have little arms. I'm just not so sure how well this plan was thought through.

[Bowler Hat Guy whimpers silently]

Frankie: [monotone] Master?

Frankie: Ring-a-ding-ding.

Frankie: I'm not a lesbian. That's your fantasy. I'm heteroflexible.

Timothy: Ya know, why don't you two just get it on already?

Frankie: I've tried.

Timothy: Have you?

Max: Heteroflexible?

Frankie: I'm straight, but shit happens.

Dewey Finn: 8:15 to 10, rock history. 10 to 11, rock appreciation in theory. And then band practice till the end of the day.

Frankie: What about math?

Dewey Finn: No, not important.

Dewey Finn: Give up, just quit, because in this life, you can't win. Yeah, you can try, but in the end you're just gonna lose, big time, because the world is run by the Man.

Frankie: Who?

Dewey Finn: The Man. Oh, you don't know the Man? He's everywhere. In the White House, down the hall... Ms. Mullins, she's the Man. And the Man ruined the ozone, and he's burning down the Amazon, and he kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank! Okay? And there used to be a way to stick it to the Man, it was called rock 'n roll. But guess what? Oh no. The Man ruined that, too, with a little thing called MTV! So don't waste your time trying to make anything cool, or pure, or awesome, 'cause the Man is just gonna call you a fat washed up loser and crush your soul. So do yourselves a favor and just GIVE UP!

Dewey Finn: Ok, here's the deal. I have a hangover. Who knows what that means?

Frankie: Doesn't that mean you're drunk?

Dewey Finn: No. It means I was drunk yesterday.

Freddy: It means you're an alcoholic.

Dewey Finn: Wrong.

Freddy: You wouldn't come to work with a hangover unless you were an alcoholic. Dude, you got a disease!

Dewey Finn: Hmmm... hmmm... What's your name?

Freddy: Freddy Jones.

Dewey Finn: Ok, Freddy Jones, shut up!

Freddy: I'm just saying, name two great chick drummers.

Katie: Sheila E.? Meg White from the White Stripes?

Freddy: [Freddy winces] She can't drum!

Katie: She's a better drummer than you! At least she has rhythm.

[Miss Mullins passes and realizes that Freddy has rolled up his sleeves and spiked his hair]

Miss Mullins: Freddy! Where are your sleeves? And what have you done to your hair?

Freddy: It's called punk.

Miss Mullins: Well, it's not school uniform.

[She pulls his left sleeve down, and he turns away with a rebellious expression. Frankie, Michelle, and Eleni have observed this]

Frankie: Miss Mullins, you're the Man.

Miss Mullins: Thank you, Frankie!

Dewey Finn: Does anyone play drums?

Freddy: I play percussion.

Frankie: Yea, that's cause he couldn't play anything else!

Freddy: Shut up!

Sister Mary Clarence: Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Please take your seats. Do it quickly and quietly. Welcome to the first day of your new scholastic lives. This is no longer a bird course. The bird has flown. If you want to pass this course, you gonna have to earn it, 'cause I have no problems, not one, failing each and every one of you.

Sketch Pinshum: Yo. I never thought this was no bird course.

Sister Mary Clarence: I'm glad for you. Very, very glad. Because this is a new day. Things are going to be a little different around here.

Frankie: Oh, yeah?

Sister Mary Clarence: Uh-huh.

Frankie: Like how?

Sister Mary Clarence: Like when I talk, Fran-KAY, you don't!

[Some girls passed notes around and when it got to Maria, she giggled. Sister Mary Clarence walks to her and points to the note]

Sister Mary Clarence: Is this somethin' you wanna share with the rest of the class?

Maria: No, I'm just kickin' it with my girl.

Sister Mary Clarence: Well. I'll tell you what. You gonna kick it with me, or I'm gonna kick you out! What you think of THAT? Put 'em away.

[Margaret is looking in her compact and putting blush on her face]

Sister Mary Clarence: And you. This is not Elizabeth Arden, Miss Thing. You wanna beat that mug of yours, you do it before you come to my class. You understand me? Put it away.

[Sketch has his head down on his desk]

Sister Mary Clarence: And you. Sketch. I like you a lot. But I don't want you catchin' z's in my class no more.

Sketch Pinshum: I be tired. I got a job l...

Sister Mary Clarence: Baby, save it for Oprah. This is a brand-new day, ladies and gentlemen. A BRAND-new day. We're gonna start with respect. You're gonna respect me and I'm gonna respect you.

Sister Mary Clarence: My name is Sister Mary Clarence and I am...

Frankie: [interrupts her] Yo mama!

Sister Mary Clarence: No, sir, let's talk about your mama. Who's so dumb she got hit by a parked car!

Frankie: Dang, man! Dang!

Sister Mary Patrick: What's the matter?

Frankie: [shows her his robe] This thing ripped! Now what am I supposed to do, huh?

Sister Mary Patrick: Listen, don't fret. My mother used to say that nothing is impossible as long as you carry with you a little bit of faith and a big roll of electrical tape.

[suddenly pulls tape from her robes]

Sister Mary Patrick: Hello!

Sister Mary Clarence: Yes, Miss Watson?

Rita Watson: We don't want no new way. The old way was fine for us.

[turns to class]

Rita Watson: Right?

[class agrees]

Rita Watson: So, if you're gonna fail us, you might as well just go ahead, 'cause we ain't doing nothing!

Sister Mary Clarence: Fine. If that's the way you feel, there's the door. Don't let it hit you in the butts on the way out.

Sketch Pinshum: Yo, yo, Sis... I can't afford to fail this class!

Sister Mary Clarence: You better tell your friend you can't afford to fail this class!

Tyler Chase: My parents wouldn't be pleased.

Rita Watson: Come on, ya'll, we ain't gotta take this from her! Come on! Sketch, come on, man.

[Sketch shakes head no]

Rita Watson: Fran-kay?

Frankie: Yo, Rita, you know I'm usually down for stuff like this. But, I'm gonna take care of business this time.

Sister Mary Clarence: A little lonely on that limb by yourself, Miss Watson?

Rita Watson: [despondent] So much for friendship!

[storms out door]

Sketch Pinshum: Eclectic...

Margaret: What's that?

Frankie: You plug your box in the wall and it gives you power, stupid.

Ahmal James: Not electric, eclectic... stupid.

Frankie: [after Rita has just announced it was her business if she wanted to quit the choir] Sometimes I feel this whole choir gig is a big joke, yo?

Ahmal James: I'm sure we'll have a plethora of other opportunities.

Frankie: Whoa! Check it out! Buckingham Palace!

Amanda Lemmon: [in a know-it-all tone] That's in London, brainless. It's the Calloway House.

Kid 2: Nobody's lived there for years. It's haunted.

Amanda Lemmon: It's not, either!

Kid 3: Ask anyone. Every full moon, Old Lady Calloway's ghost crosses the lake and eats one of the campers.

Amanda Lemmon: Yeah, right, and Santa Claus lives with the tooth fairy in Queens.

[Dee Dee walk in on Julie making out with Frankie]

Frankie: Dee Dee, hi. Um... you remember her? Her name's Julie.

Dee Dee: Oh, I remember her. The bride of Godzilla!

Dee Dee: I have just one question. Did you kiss him because he's lovable, or because he's the only man on the beach?

Julie: Because he looked hungry. His last meal obviously didn't satisfy him.

Dee Dee: Oh, it's a good thing you happended along. I'm sure you could cater supper to an entire army.

Frankie: Now that's in bad taste.

Julie: Oh, no. One man at a time. I like to be a devoted chef.

Dee Dee: But right now you're serving a lot of free meals. Sort of a one-woman bread line.

Frankie: Ooo, that's smart!

Julie: [getting angry] I can afford it!

Dee Dee: Then he must be of your charity cases!

Frankie: Hold on, the football here would like to say something.

Dee Dee: Well, I'm not through!

Frankie: Figures!

Dee Dee: [to Julie] As the man said, this is a public beach and we're supposed to keep it clean.

Frankie: Now that's really in bad taste!

Julie: [to Dee Dee] Then perhaps, you better leave.

Frankie: Very good!

Dee Dee: [to Julie] I plan to!

Frankie: No, wait. Don't quit now, Dee Dee. I think your ahead.

Dee Dee: Okay, how's this for a closer?

[slaps him]

Johnny: You don't have to be afraid anymore.

Frankie: I am. I'm afraid. I'm afraid to be alone, I'm afraid not to be alone. I'm afraid of what I am, what I'm not, what I might become, what I might never become. I don't want to stay at my job for the rest of my life but I'm afraid to leave. And I'm just tired, you know, I'm just so tired of being afraid.

Johnny: I think we should get married and have kids.

Frankie: [hysterical] I don't like kids!

Johnny: I don't believe that.

Frankie: [pause] I can't have any! Are you happy now?

[doorbell rings]

Tim: Are you expecting someone?

Frankie: No.

[doorbell rings again]

Frankie: Hello, who is it?

Johnny: Frankie?

Frankie: Johnny?

Tim: Ooh, I just got goosebumps.

Johnny: [Waiting for Frankie] I have a cousin who's gay, by the way.

Tim: Oh, most people do.

Frankie: Ready!

Johnny: He's a really great guy.

Tim: I'm sure.

Johnny: He just found out he was gay a couple of months ago.

Tim: Well, I'll look him up in the directory. Under the new entries.

Johnny: So, how about you? Do you ever want to kill yourself sometimes?

Frankie: Yeah, everybody wants to kill themselves sometime.

Frankie: Why do you want to kill yourself sometimes?

Johnny: I want to kill myself sometimes when I think that I'm the only person in the world and that part of me that feels that way is trapped inside this body, that only bumps into other bodies, without ever connecting to the only other person in the world trapped inside of them. We have to connect. We just have to.

[last lines]

Frankie: I'm thirty-six.

Frankie: Why are you doing this?

Johnny: Everything I want is in this room.

Frankie: [Johnny carves a rose out of a potato and gives it to Frankie] What is *that?*

Johnny: A rose. It grew in the kitchen.

Frankie: [shows Johnny a scar on her neck] The man I was with... he did this with a belt buckle. He's the reason I can't have kids. He, uh... he knocked me around while I was... pregnant.

[begins crying]

Frankie: I lost the baby.

Johnny: [gently kisses the scar] It's gone.

Frankie: It'll never be gone.

Johnny: Raw eggs, coming up!

Frankie: Not raw! Runny!

Frankie: [joking with Jorge] Hey Jorge, the immigration!

[a group of people run out of the cafe in a hurry]

Frankie: No! I didn't mean it!

Frankie: I don't date, by choice.

Tim: Too bad, because I love your choices. We went from Mr. Abuse You to Mr. Use You, plus a Christmas fling with a cross-dresser that I blew the whistle on, thank you very much.

Frankie: I'm a BLT down sort of person, and I think you're looking for someone a little more pheasant under glass.

Mom (Karen): We'll have to use your car.

Frankie: What's wrong with yours?

Dad (Chris): We don't have cars right now. Bruce stole them for drugs.

Mom (Karen): [to Bruce] Great things are happening. Sobriety has worked wonders with your life.

Frankie: Excuse me, am I invisible? Your beautiful, sober son just put me in a porn video without my permission!

Lassie: So when do I get to read your book? 'Cause I kind of want to.

Frankie: I think probably never. I'm pretty sure it sucks

Lassie: I'm pretty sure it sucks too, but I still want to read it.

Frankie: Cheerleaders: They call us the goody goody two shoes/ We're here to cheer you with the good news/ That D-E-N-T-O-N gets T-E-N/ That's ten out of ten!

Cully: You seen Johnny?

Frankie: Look under the nearest pair of dice.

Peg: Don't you even say hello to your wife?

Cully: Hello, wife!

Frankie: Peg, how can I get Johnny to give up gambling?

Peg: Easy! A bullet in the head, poison in his coffee, a fatal knife wound. Oh, nothing to it.

Frankie: [After Frankie and Johnny get through performing the Petunia number on stage] What were those signals?

Johnny: What signals?

Frankie: Between you and Cully, I'm not blind.

Johnny: Oh, those signals. Nothing, he just made a little bet for me.

Frankie: Now you've got helpers. Can't you lose fast enough alone?

Johnny: [Frankie starts walking away mad] Hey, where are you going?

Frankie: To have my head examined. There must be a hole in it!

Johnny: You can't help it if you're in love.

Frankie: [Cully shows up and Frankie bumps into him as she continues to walk away mad]

[shouts]

Frankie: Oh, you born losers, both of you!

Cully: What's the matter with her?

Johnny: She's crazy about the wrong guy. Me. I am a loser. But if I had 20 bucks, I could be a winner.

Cully: I hate myself for asking, but how?

Johnny: This gypsy fortune-teller that's parked across the river. I hear that everybody who takes her advice is hitting it rich.

Cully: So how come she lives in a wagon?

Johnny: The wagon is loaded with gold. You got 20 bucks?

Cully: Lucky for you, it just so happens...

Peg: You are the lowest person that ever lived!

Cully: Peg, my sweetheart. You've missed me.

Peg: You're not what I've missed.

Cully: No?

Peg: No! I missed the $50 I hid in my winter lingerie.

Cully: You know I never could keep out of your...

[Peg pokes cully with a pair of scissors]

Cully: Oh! Oh! You didn't have to stab me.

Peg: Oh, I should've listened to my sainted mother. She said you were just like my father.

Cully: I could never drink that much.

Peg: Don't you dare say one word about my drunken old man. Where's the money?

Peg: Have you seen Cully? He's been missing for an hour.

Frankie: Have you tried the lost-and-found department?

Peg: No. I'm afraid they'll find him.

Frankie: I always know where to find Johnny. In the casino losing his shirt.

Peg: Well, with the way the other girls look at him, you're lucky he isn't playing around.

Frankie: You know what I'd do if he ever did me wrong?

[pretends to point a gun to her head]

Peg: Shoot yourself?

Frankie: No, him.

Peg: Oh.

Frankie: [as Johnny walks in the room, Frankie pretends to shoot him]

[shouts]

Frankie: Bang! Bang! Bang!

Johnny: Oh!

[Johnny pretends to fall to his death]

Johnny: One last request before I... cross the great footlights up yonder.

Frankie: Like what?

Johnny: Like, would you loan me 25 bucks so I could pay Cully what I owe him?

Frankie: Cully loaned you 25? Where did he get it?

Peg: Between my nightgown and my petticoat.

Frankie: Do you know how much you owe me already?

Johnny: Who's counting?

Frankie: Are you sure you don't want this money to gamble?

Johnny: Word of honor and cross my heart and may you never kiss me again.

Frankie: He sounds sincere. What would you do, Peg?

Peg: What any woman with an ounce of pride or self-respect would do. Give him the money.

Johnny: [as Frankie gets the money out for Johnny] Greatest little bank in America. Two greatest little banks in America.

Peg: What a shame you don't have an account there.

Bullets: I didn't catch your name, boy.

Frankie: I didn't throw it.

Bullets: That's pretty tacky.

Frankie: I didn't want us to have a language barrier.

Frankie: You know something? A kiss is worth more than a thousand words.

Dee Dee: Then why don't you stop talking?

Frankie: [as the Rat Pack carry Von Zipper away] Tootie-too, Mouseketeers!

Frankie: I want to talk to you about Delores. I'm Frankie.

Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Oh, hi, Frankie. I'm...

Frankie: I know who you are.

Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: You do?

Frankie: You're the guy that's been cutting in on my time!

Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: No, please, just a moment I...

Frankie: You're brainwashing her with your beard!

Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Brainwashing her with my beard?

Frankie: Why else would she be crazy about someone like you?

Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Now that, I resent.

Frankie: I mean, you're an old man.

Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Now just a second. If you're so crazy about Dolores, why are you running around flirting with that Hungarian goulash?

Frankie: Because she's my girl.

Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Who? Goulash?

Frankie: No, Dolores!

Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Oh, I see now, yes! You're trying to make her jealous. Put her down. Typical Aborigine attitude. I suppose you'd like to drag her off on your surfboard by the roots of her hair.

Frankie: Yes, I would! I love her. Look, I know how you can love her too because she's lovable. But I'm telling you this: I am not gonna let any over aged fuzzy-face take away my girl! Not, if I have anything to do with it, and believe me Mister, I do! By the way, how are you fixed for blades?

Frankie: You know, the only thing I've studied this semester is you.

Dolores: Well, I hope you don't flunk.

Frankie: Well, there's always summer school, you know.

Deadhead: Boy, this has been some night.

Frankie: You can say that again.

Deadhead: Boy, this has been some night.

Hop: Whoo. I'm runnin' things, I'm running things. Yo! This is the spot! I'm here every week, every week. I got it goin' on up in here, y'all. I had a ball.

Frankie: Naw, man, I think you had 2 balls. He had so many balls, he could have played pool up in his place.

Hop: What? Oh, y'all's playin' pool again? You can't beat him, boy, leave him alone. Hey, did y'all check out Phyllis?

Romaine: That's *Phillip*.

Frankie: Didn't you see "The Crying Game"? Didn't you look at the neck?

Hop: Yeah, I checked out the neck. I'm the one that put them hickies on it. I been suckin' on it all night.

Romaine: Hop, they were *all men*. Yo, it's time to go, man. Don't call me no more.

Frankie: You need to rent "The Crying Game."

Hop: Oh, god! Agh!

Romaine: [accidentally in a transvestite nightclub] That was a *dude* in that dress!

Frankie: Shoulders!

Celestrial: [clucks] Hah!

Frankie: [in a transvestite nightclub] Um, excuse me. Um, I don't mean to be rude, but is that a paper bag that you're wearing?

Celestrial: [wearing what looks like a low cut, fashion-designer mini-dress, made out of brown paper] Ah, well, as a matter of fact, it is. I'm a designer / slash / astrologist. Trust, I believe in all that cosmic carrying on, and woo-la-la. Cluck!

Frankie: Baby, I think we associate with a very unstable group.

[about Harvey Huntington Honeywagon]

Frankie: Can you belive it? The nerve of that guy!

Johnny: Yeah, he looked like something out of the Twilight Zone.

Deadhead: Imagine, comparing us to monkeys.

Frankie: Deadhead, you may be the missing link.

[Seeing that Eric von Zipper of the Malibu Rat Pack is frozen in motion]

Frankie: Hey you guys, the battle's over! Von Zipper's stoned again!

Frankie: [looking over a junked dragster for sale] Does ANYTHING on this car work?

Big Drag: The radio's kinda nice.

Dominick DiNapoli: Give me those keys or I'll cut you down to your balls!

Frankie: Dom, what's happening to you? Don't you remember? "Da, da, da, da"?

Dominick DiNapoli: "Da, da, da, da" your ass! Give me those keys!

Frankie: You love bread, I don't love bread, I only LIKE bread!

Frankie: What line of work are you in?

Bernice 'Bernie' Rhodenbarr: I'm a cat burglar.

Frankie: Oh, shit! What do you do with them?

Bernice 'Bernie' Rhodenbarr: What?

Frankie: The cats!

[Both laughing]

Bernice 'Bernie' Rhodenbarr: I hold them for ransom!

Frankie: Is there any money in that?

[laughing]

Frankie: Oh, Jeezus! Look who's asking if there's any money in pussy!

Frankie: Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of your time.

Frankie: I am going to circumnavigate his soul until he is surrounded on all sides by my love.

Frankie: I don't want to be 60 years old some day and seemingly happily married to some man that I know is my second choice.

Frankie: Choices are like connecting highways. They all take you to the same place. Some just take longer to get there.

Frankie: Why is everyone always telling me to be nice?

Frankie: Never trust a man who doesn't have eyes like Sinatra.

Frankie: There is no chance at all. We are all trapped by a singular fate. No one ever finds the one.

Frankie: A name is directly related to someone's sexual attractiveness.

Frankie: Sometimes I study the Trivial Pursuit cards.

Frankie: [Referring to Molly Monday] Would you do it with someone whose last name is the worst day of the week?

Frankie: It's like a trinity. If Bono is God then Eddie Vedder would be Jesus.

David Schrader: I love you Frankie.

Frankie: You do?

David Schrader: Yeah I do.

Frankie: I loved you first.

David Schrader: I love you more.

Frankie: Only because you're bigger.

Frankie: [to Rob] What's not eating you?

Frankie: I wish I was like you, easily amused.

David Schrader: Ouch! Kurt Cobain.

Frankie: [Frankie wakes up hungover after partying to celebrate the end of classes] Seventeen years I've been waitin' for this day. Freedom. The oyster of my life about to open. Instead, it feels like a badger died in my stomach. And I've an awful feeling that nothing will ever change.

[His mother enters the boys' bedroom]

Cathleen: You, Frankie Griffin, are a useless article. You don't do a hand's turn from one end of the day to the other. Look at the state of ya! Eyes fallin' out of your head with the drink. And, and, and the smell of ya! You'd never think of helpin' out around the place, not in a million years. What do you think? You think your shirts and trousers get washed by magic, and march down the path, and throw themselves up on the line? Do you? And what about these socks I keep findin' under your bed? Stained with what, I'd like to know?

[She indicates his younger brother in the bed opposite]

Cathleen: Ray's the only one of you with any decency! I was too soft to use the wooden spoon on your arse when you were growin' up. Shoulda had you put to sleep.

Jack Griffin: [Frankie knocks on his father's door] Come in. I know this is an important summer for ya, Frankie, and, uh, I'm sorry that I'm gonna miss it. I don't even know if I'm gonna be back for your birthday. So, so just in case, I, uh...

[He presents Frankie with a goldfish swimming in a bowl]

Jack Griffin: Happy birthday, my boy.

Frankie: [Frankie takes the bowl] Thanks.

Jack Griffin: You're welcome. Now, you're goin' to University, and you're gonna need spendin' money. So here's what I suggest. You get yourself a summer job.

Frankie: Da. About University. I don't think my exams went all that well.

Jack Griffin: Ah, Frankie, you'll be fine, you'll be terrific. I know it!

Frankie: I been thinkin', maybe I should go away, see the world or something.

Jack Griffin: Oh, no, Frankie. Let the world wait for you!

Frankie: Why do *you* always get to go away?

Jack Griffin: Well, this is something that's very important to me, Frankie. There's even, there's even talk about a film.

Frankie: What I'm tryin' to tell ya is that I probably won't even get into college!

Jack Griffin: Ah, you know, Frankie, I remember, when I was your age, I felt, I felt exactly the same as you.

Frankie: So, how did you do?

Jack Griffin: Oh, I did, I did, I did great. Great. Well, in English.

Frankie: Da, please. I'm serious!

Jack Griffin: I know ya are, son. Look, um, do you have anything special lined up for the summer? Do you have, um, a girlfriend, maybe?

[He laughs a little. Frankie doesn't answer and looks away in annoyance]

Jack Griffin: Look, Frankie, "these few precepts in thy memory keep. This above all: to thine own self be true, for it follows as the day the night, thou canst not be -"

Frankie: [Frankie finishes the quote from Hamlet:] "not be false to any man."

Jack Griffin: Yes.

[He looks defeated, but looks up as Frankie turns to leave, and he says urgently:]

Jack Griffin: Frankie! There's special instructions for feedin' that fish! You can't over-feed him, or, or he'll burst!

Cathleen: There are plenty of good Protestants.

Frankie: Yeah?

Cathleen: Yeah. It's a shame they're all dead

Cathleen: Have you forgotten about the Famine?

Dawn Griffin: [trying to get his attention, as his mail has arrived] Frankie?

Cathleen: How the Brits starved millions of our innocent people just so they could make cakes for that fat bitch Queen across the water? What about 1916? They shot down thousands of innocent Irish revolutionaries! Think of Parnell and Wolfe Tone and poor old Robert Emmet! And now you, you've become a Proddy lover!

Dawn Griffin: [still trying to get his attention] Frankie.

Frankie: [Frankie finally gets angry with his Ma's lecture and shouts] Most of the Irish revolutionaries were Protestant! Emmet, Parnell, Wolfe Tone - all Protestant! Half of the so-called heroes who you think of as havin' noble blood were Protestant!

[She looks astounded. She looks over to Father Michael for help, but he nods apologetically. Frankie is right]

Cathleen: [trying to rally her own spirits] I suppose Pearse was a Prod. And DeValera!

Frankie: No. DeValera was American. That's how he missed gettin' shot in 1916!

Cathleen: Romy Thomas. Her and the other one she runs around with. All hair and legs.

Frankie: At least they aren't hairy legs.

Cathleen: Ha. Watch it, mister. You know what those two girls are? Protestants! You stay away from them. There's an international conspiracy between Communists and Protestants, and I'm not havin' you in the middle of it!

[first lines]

Frankie: I had it all planned. College. A place of my own. Hang out all day in cafes with beautiful girls, with legs and blonde hair, that you could talk to about The Stranglers and Hemingway, and who you could spend loads of time in bed with. Instead, I've blown my exams. How absolute was Louis the Fourteenth? Absolutely no idea. Ah, God, I've ruined my life before it's even started. They might as well take me out and shoot me. If I fail, I'm gonna have to get a job. I'm not cut out for that! I'm too young to work!

[Jim Davern has unexpectedly come to the house party to celebrate his political victory. He begins flirting with Cathleen, to Frankie's disgust]

Cathleen: Victory is ours! Frankie, Ray, drinks for everyone! Drinks! Jim, come and meet everyone.

[Frankie and Ray retreat to the kitchen to search the cabinets for alcohol]

Frankie: Here we are. For you.

[Ray takes the bottles and reads their labels as Frankie hands them down from the top shelf: "Irish Mist" and so on]

Ray Griffin: Just a tiny bit of bottle.

Frankie: Uh-oh. We've struck gold. There's a couple of full ones here.

[He opens an unlabeled bottle and takes a swig]

Frankie: Aaughh! Poitín.

Ray Griffin: [appreciatively] Firewater. Moonshine. Hooch. That stuff can drive a man crazy as a cactus.

Frankie: Exactly.

[He grins, thinking of getting all the adults drunk]

Ray Griffin: I don't think it's quite what Ma had in mind. Da said it's for rubbing on the greyhound.

Frankie: Ray, my brother, we don't have a greyhound. It's time for victory punch.

Frankie: Ah, look at them. Jane Wayne and Romy Thomas: the fruit of the gods. I'm never gonna slow-dance on a moonlit beach and whisper, "I love you, Romy." Or "Jane," whichever one I happen to be dancin' with. No, I'm lookin' at a life sentence. Solitary confinement. What am I gonna do?

Frankie: It wasn't like Da was a whole lot of use for anything when he was at home, but it always seemed empty when he was gone. Sorta shook the place. With a wave of his hat, he'd signal that I was once again man of the house. What that really meant was absolutely nothing.

Frankie: When I was a kid, I used to wish for an ordinary family. Sometimes I still do. The only normal one is Noely, who has permanent brain damage from an illness when he was a baby. His body will grow up, but not his mind. He's the only one who doesn't drive me nuts. My Da's an actor. Always goin' abroad for some play somewhere, always lookin' for his big break into films. The rest of them share varying degrees of incurable insanity. It's amazing I turned out okay.

[Frankie carves lines on his bedroom wall like a prisoner in a cell, counting the days]

Frankie: Today's the thirtieth of June. My exam results should come on the 18th of August. God, it's not long. Forty-nine days, then I'm dead. If I was a *real* rebel, I wouldn't give a damn.

Frankie: Tonight, I am elegant. Tonight, I am cool.

Eleanor: I'm bisexual.

Frankie: That's all right. So am I. I'm not really. I just thought I should say that.

Frankie: I wanna know where that alphabet creep is.

Diane: I think I know somebody's who's jealous.

Frankie: Why would I be jealous of someone who's about to become recently deceased?

Frankie: [referring to Dave] This guy a friend of yours?

Carlito: Yeah, he's a friend of mine.

Frankie: He's a FUCKING cockroach.

Frankie: I don't know who the fuck you are.

Jackie Cogan: Very few guys do.

Johnny Amato: You think dog lover there can handle a card game?

Frankie: Shit. Those fuckin things? Those things are protected. You can't do those things unless you're so fuckin stupid you actually like everybody going around trying to off you.

Johnny Amato: There's one you can do.

Frankie: John, there's ten I can do. I know of at least ten I can do but then after I'm gonna have at least eight hot ginzos out looking for me.

Johnny Amato: No, no, not this one. Cause the minute it fuckin happens, they're gonna know right off who did it.

Frankie: Well for some reason, John, that don't make me feel better, you know?

Johnny Amato: No, not us! They're not even gonna be thinking it might be us.

Johnny Caspar: Friends is a mental state. Wuddya say, kid?

Tom Reagan: I'll think about it.

Johnny Caspar: He'll think about it. Hear that, Bluepoint? That's terrific. The kid's a thinker.

Frankie: Does he want a pillow for his head?

Johnny Caspar: Okay kid, think about it. It's a mental state. But make it quick, my family's waitin'.

Tom Reagan: I'll think about it and tell you later.

Frankie: He needs to think in the thinking room.

Johnny Caspar: Kid, if it'll help you think, you should know that if you don't do this you won't be in any shape to walk outta here.

Tom Reagan: Would that be physically... or just a mental state?

Eddie Dane: Very smart. What were you doing at the club, talking things over with Leo?

Tom Reagan: Don't think so hard, Eddie. You might sprain something.

Eddie Dane: You are so goddamn smart. Except you ain't. I get you, smart guy. I know what you are. Straight as a corkscrew. Mr. Inside-Outski, like some goddamn Bolshevik picking up his orders from Yegg Central. You think you're so goddamn smart. You join up with Johnny Caspar, you bump Bernie Bernbaum. Up is down. Black is white. Well, I think you're half smart. I think you were straight with your frail, I think you were queer with Johnny Caspar... and I think you'd sooner join a ladies' league than gun a guy down. Then I hear from these two geniuses they never even saw this rub-out take place.

Frankie: Boss said to have him do it. He didn't say nothing about...

Eddie Dane: Shut up! Or maybe you still got too many teeth. Everyone is so goddamn smart. Well, we'll go out to Miller's Crossing... and we'll see who's smart.

Frankie: My old man wrote me a letter from prison once. It said if you don't want to end up in here, stay away from crime, women and drugs. Trouble is, that don't leave you much else to do, does it?

Frankie: Two beers please, and I don't suppose there's a chance you'll suck my cock?

Lady at bar: No, there isn't a chance. My old man's over there, and he's a big cunt.

Frankie: Better to be someone for a day than no one for a lifetime.

Frankie: [Talking about Sammy] The geezer was so hard even his nightmares were scared of him.

Angelica: [sobbing] Please... please don't hurt me! Please!

Frankie: Don't you worry, Sugar. Chaos is gonna teach you the meaning of pleasure and pain!

[Chaos slices Emily from vagina to anus]

Chaos: There now. First she had two little holes, now she has one big one.

Frankie: That's pretty fuckin' harsh, man. That shit even gave me the willies.

Chaos: Yeah, well, it gave me a hard-on. Too bad there ain't nothin' left to fuck.

[after Chaos kills Daisy with a shotgun]

Frankie: [yelling] Chaos... you lost your fuckin' mind?

Chaos: [reloads the gun and points it at him] No, I haven't lost my *fuckin' mind*! I'm the fuckin' devil, Frankie. Don't you get it?

Alex Sternbergen: Don't you have anything civiler. Something...

Frankie: Honey, I'm a drag queen, not a transvestite. I don't buy no house dresses.

Frankie: I have always had a strange feeling about love, It seemed tricky: Happiness and sadness, ugly and beautiful, real and unreal; One thing I've always known, though, is that I have wanted to be around love, Quietly, not too much, Just enough to make my heart happy

Frankie: Some times for some people, Things don't work out as they might have hoped. Hope is a strange thing, A currency for people who know they're losing. The more fimiliar you are with hope the less beautiful it becomes. This is a story about hope, Hope and desire, A dream of an extraordinary world where Angels watch over you as storm clouds gather. Some times for some people things don't work out as they might have hoped.

Frankie: It feel suddenly as if all the clocks stopped ticking and the world stops moving. That there isn't, the hate, the end, of good. What are you left with? Other than this, thing called hope. I knew all along that I didn't understand it. This was a charade. Not a place where people want things, but a place where people lost, and lost badly."

Frankie: Sometimes, the city takes your heart, and molds it into something, you don't recognize. Something lost. The lost heart. In the city, of hope. Where nothing belongs to you.

Frankie: If everything you had ever ruined fell from the sky at this moment, then the world would be covered in darkness. Is this what you really wanted? Is this the dream? Do you have it now?The shape of your journey, at last you can see it.

Frankie: You don't wake up one day a new person. But you might wake up one day, hear things, in a different way. See things, in a different way. Start to behave, in a different way.

Frankie: There'll always be things that happen that are out of your control. How strange then, that you walk into a world that has nothing to do with you and you know, that somewhere down the line, you might fall. Fall hard. But then, that's the part that's out of your control. You just don't know it's gonna happen

Frankie: People talk about strength at times like this. Strength of character, be strong, be a hero, be a man, say no. Just when you thought it was in your grasp, you find yourself back where you started. Nothing, is ever as easy as people would have you think. Nothing. Vodka. Vodka. Vodka. Where is love, when you need it most? Where is love, when the past begins to leak into your heart? Where is hope? In a hopeless place. The world is silent. The clocks, have stopped ticking. I can see the ship that sailed has sun to the bottom of the sea. I burn. My heart beats the tune that this is not a fantasy, this is real. This, is when you become dizzy with hate.

Frankie: There is a time when you never think of things like survival. Fearless people know that this is something, that cannot last for long. The brave ones know the truth. They know about fear. Sometimes it's not possible to tell people that you're afraid. It just wouldn't help the situation. It's not a good feeling. Fear. Fear. Fear. Sometimes, if you try, things can take a different turn. If your heart, beats in the right way, at least you have a chance.

Frankie: Inside all of us, is something beautiful. Something that wants to say, "hello" to the world. We only want the world to smile back for a moment, and then let it move onto someone else. Well, maybe stay a little longer.

Frankie: This is not the stuff that dreams are made of. Each second here is another education in the art of destruction. The wonder, of hate. There's no heart left here. Only eyes that lie on people that charge through the day. Trying to remember it all began, is not good. All that matters is how it affects you, and the people you care about. That's the real world. You see? How easy is this? Too easy. To stop. They say when a ship sinks the rats float to the top. Some people look forward to that time.

Frankie: A man once told me that the only thing you really own is a piece of ground the size of your shoes.

Frankie: This is my Melissa.

Frankie: Do I look like the kinda' guy who reads 'Thank You' cards?

Frankie: What do you do?

Jake Bridges: I'm unemployed.

Frankie: I know, I mean what'd you do before then?

Frankie: What was the best book you ever read?

Jake Bridges: Moby Dick, by Herman Melville.

[Referring to a porn actress]

Frankie: She's pretty good, huh?

Joey: Yeah, she's a regular Meryl Streep. Her idea of improvisation is putting a dick in her mouth sideways.

[first lines]

Frankie: Hey Vic, what you doing here? That's my stop.

Vic: It's OK Fly, we took care of it.

Stephen Torcelli: [catching Frankie sewing in the basement] What would your kids say if they saw you now?

Frankie: They'd be proud!

Frankie: What's the time now?

Mike: Same as when you asked two minutes ago.

Frankie: Well it can't be the same time if two minutes have passed, can it.

Geoff: It's three thirty-two, then.

Frankie: I hate beaches. All that sand up your crack and nowhere to pee apart from the ocean.

Geoff: [Frankie leaves after he tries to undresses her] What am I meant to do with the old man?

Frankie: Suck it off, big boy!

Frankie: But why? I mean why would he do this to us? We're his friends!

Mike: Are we? Is he really your friend, Frankie? I know he's not mine. Think about it- I don't know a thing about Martyn.

Mike: And then there's all those exciting exams to look forward to.

Frankie: Way to look on the positive side.

Mike: No, no, no. I've got a hard-on for these exams, they're great.

Geoff: You've got a hard-on for everything.

Mike: Not for you, mate.

Frankie: Somethin' tells me Chicago's gonna be real good for you.

Myrt: Somethin' tells me you gonna be real bad for Chicago.

Frankie: We'll be livin' off the fatheads of the land.

Frankie: [to the Stranger] You... coming... back?

[Frankie is possessed by Father Alameida]

Frankie: Jesus said... the Kingdom of God is inside you, and all around you, not in mansions of wood and stone. Split a piece of wood... and I am there, lift a stone... and you will find me.

Father Andrew Kiernan: Brother Alameida, I call upon you to release this woman. Give her grace and let her not come into the ways of harm. For through Jesus Christ we have all been saved and let us not fear any ill. For Jesus is with us, and the Unity of the Holy Spirit will remain forever, and ever. God bless your soul, Brother Alameida. And go in peace.

Dr. Reston: Do you have any stress at work?

Frankie: I cut hair.

Dr. Reston: And are there any problems with a significant other?

Frankie: Yes...

Dr. Reston: Which is?

Frankie: I'm not very significant.

Dr. Reston: What's happening in your life, Frankie? Do you have a lot of stress at work?

Frankie: I cut hair.

Dr. Reston: Any trouble with a significant other?

Frankie: Yes.

Dr. Reston: And that is?

Frankie: I'm not very significant.

Frankie: Hey, you know what's scarier than not believing in God? Believing in him. I mean, really believing in him. It's a fucking terrifying thought.

[Frankie is possessed by Father Alameida]

Father Andrew Kiernan: Frankie? Frankie... who are you?

Frankie: The messenger is not important.

Frankie: I feel like my heart is breaking.

[sobs]

Frankie: Why am I so sad?

Frankie: How is your faith these days, Father?

[shouting]

Frankie: How is your faith these days?

Bob: One of these days, Frankie.

Frankie: Is that a date, Bob? You get so cute when you're angry.

Frankie: How'd your night end up the other night?

Lev: [clears throat] Fine. What about you?

Frankie: [after a long pause] I got raped.

Frankie: [talking about her being raped] I was kinda disappointed and I just kinda gave up halfway through.

[suddenly changes the topic]

Frankie: Have you ever raped anyone?

Frankie: Not you, I don't think you're gonna have a big enough sized tool for the job.

Frankie: So, you come here often?

Janie: Thanks for coming.

Frankie: Hey, what are friends for? C'mon, tell Aunt Frankie all about it.

Janie: He - he was - he was just so...

Frankie: A pig like all men? In your own bed? Oh my God, I can't believe it!

Janie: Yeah, and he was just complaining that you were too wild.

Frankie: He was huh? He wishes! Hey, why don't you come stay with me tonight?

Janie: I don't know.

Frankie: C'mon! It will drive him crazy.

Janie: He'll think i grabbed some guy.

Frankie: That's right, and that's just a small piece of the revenge you've got coming.

Janie: Wel...

Frankie: C'mon! C'mon let's go. Let's blow this hot dog stand.

Frankie: Hey, how did ya sleep?

Janie: I don't know.

Frankie: Here, have some coffee.

Janie: Frankie?

Frankie: Hm-mm?

Janie: I don't know about last night.

Frankie: That was just how we felt.

Janie: Yeah, and it was sweet and everything. I just don't need that kind of confusion in my life right now. Okay?

Frankie: [scoffs] Sure. Hey, whatever works.

Janie: I mean, you're my friend and I need you as my friend.

Frankie: And I'm there for you. That's all I was trying to say last night.

Janie: I'm going to move back in with Michael.

[Frankie chokes on her coffee]

Frankie: That's great! So you guys are gonna pass things up.

Janie: Over his dead body if I have to.