Georges Quotes in Green Card (1990)

Georges: [after finishing playing an ultra radical piece on the piano] Its not Mozart

Mrs. Adler: I know

Georges: I am the husband!

Georges: [in response to Bronte's telling him that she will donate her time to a children's agriculture charity] If it amuses you, then do it.

Georges: [subtitled version] Stop Yelling! And stop boxing, people will think I beat you!

Georges: [subtitled version]

[after walking in on someone else's wife]

Georges: I got the wrong door. Not like it's a crime! I got the wrong door. Let's call the police. "You're surrounded. You got the wrong door.

Harry: [fed up with Georges] Get out! Go find some other sucker to help you out!

[leaves Georges in the rain. He eventually comes back]

Harry: Put this on, you'll get soaked and chill.

[puts his coat on Georges]

Georges: [overjoyed] You like me!

[lying on the grass in the sun]

Harry: We should get going.

Georges: Just one more minute.

Harry: Okay.

[they lie down for a minute more]

Harry: [looks at his watch] Okay, it's over.

Georges: A nice minute, for us.

Georges: You take a man's wife, Mr. Farrell, but not his money?

Anne: It's beautiful.

Georges: What?

Anne: Life. So long.

Georges: Things will go on, and then one day it will all be over.

Anne: What would you say if no one came to your funeral?

Georges: Nothing, presumably.

Georges: [telling a childhood memory] ... some banal romance or other about a nobleman and a lower middle-class girl who couldn't have each other and who then, out of sheer magnanimity, decide to renounce their love - in fact, I don't quite remember it any more. In any case, afterwards I was thoroughly distraught, and it took me a bit of time to calm down. In the courtyard of the house where gradma lived, there was a young guy at the window who asked me where I'd been. He was a couple of years older than me, a braggart who really impressed me. "To the movies", I said, because I was proud that my grandma had given me the money to go all alone to the cinema. "What did you see?". I started to tell him the story of the movie, and as I did, all the emotion came back. I didn't want to cry in front of the boy, but it was impossible; there I was, crying out loud in the courtyard, and I told him the whole drama to the bitter end.

Anne: So? How did he react?

Georges: No idea. He probably found it amusing. I don't remember. I don't remember the film either. But I remember the feeling. That I was ashamed of crying, but that telling him the story made all my feelings and tears come back, almost more powerfully than when I was actually watching the film, and that I just couldn't stop.

Anne: There's no point in going on living. That's how it is. I know it can only get worse. Why should I inflict this on us, on you and me?

Georges: You're not inflicting anything on me.

Anne: You don't have to lie, Georges.

Georges: [looks down at the floor contemplatively] Put yourself in my place. Didn't you ever think that it could happen to me, too?

Anne: Of course I did. But imagination and reality have little in common.

Georges: But things are getting better every day.

Anne: I don't want to carry on. You're making such sweet efforts to make everything easier for me. But I don't want to go on. For my own sake, not yours.

Georges: I don't believe you. I know you. You think you are a burden to me. But what would you do in my place?

Anne: I don't want to rack my brain over this. I'm tired, I want to go to bed.

Georges: Remember that it's New Year's Eve, the last day of the year!

Georges: Whoever dies on this eve must drive Death's carriage.

Georges: There is an old, old carriage... It is no ordinary driver who holds the reigns, for he's in the service of a strict master named Death.

Georges: For him, a single night is as long as 100 years on Earth. Night and day he must carry out his master's business.

Georges: There is no escape. He must perform his forlorn duty.

Georges: Though horse and carriage are alwatys the same, the driver is not.

Georges: The last soul to die each year - the one who passes over at the stroke of midnight - is destined to be Death's driver for the following year.

Georges: [calling forth the soul of Edit] Captive, ye of loving heart, come forth from thy prison!

David Holm: You should take me to the hospital in your carriage as quickly as you can.

Georges: No living soul rides in that carriage. By the time I arrive, it's too late for a doctor. You know full well that I am no longer among the living.

Georges: I would grant you that reprieve if it would avail you. But you have no power over this man!

Georges: You know, David, if I could send a message to mankind, I would send them a New Year's greeting. I would like them to dwell on a single New Year's prayer: 'Lord, please let my soul come to maturity before it is reaped.'

Georges: Yes, David. I see what's coming. I'm obliged to watch. I do not shirk my duty.