Gigi Quotes in He's Just Not That Into You (2009)

Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.

Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are.

Gigi: [opens the door, thinking it's Bill] Did you forget something?

Alex: Yeah...

Gigi: Really? What did you forget?

Alex: [pulls out a promotional pen from his pocket] This.

Gigi: So you came all the way here at 11 o' clock in the night to give me a promotional pen?

Alex: Yeah... Yeah, I did. I thought I would come up with some really great excuse to get over here. That's how it's done, right?

Gigi: [smiles] Sometimes.

Alex: Look, I can't stop thinking about you. I... It's a problem. I drive by your place; I call and hang up; I've turned into...

Gigi: Me.

Alex: Yeah.

Gigi: A wise person once told me that if a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what.

Alex: That's true.

Gigi: But when I was hurling my body onto yours, you did not seem to want to make it happen.

Alex: Okay, yeah, here's the thing about that... You were right. I'd gotten so used to keeping myself at a safe distance from all these women and having the power that, that I didn't know what it felt like when I actually fell for one of them... I didn't know.

Gigi: Look, I just went out with your friend Bill. He might be just exactly what I need. No drama, he calls; he does what he says...

Alex: [stepping closer] I can do that stuff too...

Gigi: But you didn't! And that same wise person told me that I'm the rule. That I have to stop thinking that every guy will change, that I have to stop thinking that...

Gigi: [Alex kisses her]

[smiles]

Gigi: ... I'm the exception...

Alex: [whispers] You are *my* exception.

[they kiss again]

Gigi: Hey sorry to bug you again! Uh quick question.

Alex: What's going on?

Gigi: Ok I'm making out with this guy, PG stuff. but he mentions he's going out of town so he's gonna be out of touch.

Alex: Run.

Gigi: But maybe he is going out of town.

Alex: To where? New Guinea? Where's he gonna be that he's gonna be out of touch?

Gigi: Opens bathroom door - Where are you going out of town to again?

Gigi: Pittsburgh

Alex: Run.

Gigi: So what now I'm just supposed to turn from every guy who doesn't like me?

Alex: Uh. Yeah!

Gigi: There's not gonna be anybody left.

Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.

Gigi: We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you.

Gigi: A girl will never forget the first boy she ever likes.

Gigi: How stupid is it that a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right?

Alex: I dunno... I like you

Gigi: [She's taken aback] You do?

Alex: Well, yeah, okay, don't start doodling my name on your binder, okay.

Gigi: I think I've figured it out. Remember when I went out with that notary public and he cheated on me and then Anastasia from upstairs told me about how her boyfriend cheated on her in the beginning then he totally changed and now they're married and crazy in love?

Beth: I thought that guy was a process server.

Gigi: No notary. Anyway my point is, Anastasia is the exception, not the rule. We have to stop listening to these stories because they rule is most guys who cheat on you up front don't really care about you very much.

Janine: Ok.

Gigi: Ok, Ok. Exhibit A. Chad the drummer who lived in a storage space. He only used me for rides and yet I continued to stalk him for most of 1998. Then oh, um, there was Don, that broke up with me every Friday so that he could have his weekends free. I was delusional about that relationship. I used to refer to him as my husband to random people, like my dental hygienist. Anyway, all my friends used to tell me about how things might work out with these dipsticks because they knew someone, who knew someone, who dated a dipstick just like mine. That girl ended up getting married and living happily ever after. That the exception and we're not the exception we're the rule.

Alex: I'm sorry I'm late.

Gigi: No, it's okay. I like a little time before a blind date; prepare myself mentally;

[He puts a hand on her shoulder]

Gigi: remind myself not to tell the story about my molars.

Alex: Ah, Gigi, he's not coming. But you can tell me the story about the molars; I'd love to hear it.

Gigi: I would rather be like that, then be like you.

Alex: Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?

Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are.

Gigi: [Answering machine answers, Gigi's voice:] Or call my cell, or try me at work but definitely leave a message here first. Thanks!

Alex: Hey, Gigi. It's Alex, um, how's it going?

[He starts to pace]

Alex: Uh, just wondering how you're doing. I haven't talked to you in a little while and, uh, just wondering how you're doing.

[He sits on the couch]

Alex: So... I was hoping to talk to you... obviously. But you're out, I guess. So, just call me some time. Or tonight, uh, in around... uh, I'll be in around... that's, that's... not... now. It's Alex. Okay.

[He hangs up the phone]

Tyrone: Dude.

Alex: [He looks down] I know.

Alex: I really gotta go to bed.

Gigi: Is that an invitation?

Alex: What?

Gigi: Oh god, That was cheesy.

Gigi: Maybe his grandma died or maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab...

Alex: Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again.

Gigi: Hey Conor, It's GiGi, I just thought that I hadn't heard from you, and I mean how stupid is it taht a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right? Cause we're all equal right? more than equal. more women are accepted into law school now then men. Call me, oh this is GiGi, call me.

[first lines]

Woman: [voiceover] You know the expression, "a man's man". A man's man is the leader of the pack, the kind of man other men look up to, admire, and emulate. A man's man is the kind of man who - just doesn't get what women are about.

Gigi: Nick, my ex-husband, is the ultimate man's man. I probably never should have married him. I don't think he understood a thing about me.

Aunt Alicia: Love, my dear Gigi, is a thing of beauty like a work of art, and like a work of art it is created by artists. The greater the artist the greater the art. And what makes an artist?

Gigi: Cigars and jewelry?

Aunt Alicia: Gigi, you're from another planet.

Gigi: I don't know what you want. You told Grandmamma...

Gaston Lachaille: I know what I told your grandmother. We don't have to repeat it. Just tell me simply what you don't want... and tell me what you do want.

Gigi: Do you mean that?

Gaston Lachaille: Of course.

Gigi: You told Grandmamma that you wanted to take care of me.

Gaston Lachaille: To take care of you beautifully.

Gigi: Beautifully. That is, if I like it. They've pounded into my head I'm backward for my age... but I know what all this means. To "take care of me beautifully" means I shall go away with you... and that I shall sleep in your bed.

Gaston Lachaille: Please, Gigi, I beg of you! You embarrass me!

Gigi: You weren't embarrassed to talk to Grandmamma about it. And Grandmamma wasn't embarrassed to talk to me about it. But I know more than she told me. To "take care of me" means that I shall have my photograph in the papers. That I shall go to the Riviera, to the races at Deauville. And when we fight, it will be in all the columns the next day. And then you'd give me up, as you did with Inèz des Cèvennes.

Gaston Lachaille: Who's been filling your head with all these old stories? How do you know about that?

Gigi: Why shouldn't I know? You're world famous. I know about the woman who stole from you, the Contessa who wanted to shoot you, the American who wanted to marry you. I know what everybody knows.

Gaston Lachaille: These aren't the things we have to talk about together! That's all in the past, over and done with!

Gigi: Yes, Gaston. Until it begins again.

Gigi: Why did he fly off the handle? He knew I'd answer him back.

Gigi: Do you make love all the time?

Gaston Lachaille: I beg your pardon?

Gigi: Do you make love all the time, Gaston?

Gaston Lachaille: Certainly not! The only people who make love all the time are liars.

Gigi: [pointing] Is that the scandalous Madame d'Exelmans?

Gaston Lachaille: Yes, that is she. Tell me, Gigi, the way that you express yourself... does you grandmother hear you talk this way?

Gigi: She doesn't listen to me much.

Gaston Lachaille: I brought you some caramels.

Gigi: Thank you, Gaston.

Madame Alvarez: Gaston, you spoil her so.

Gaston Lachaille: The champagne is for you.

Madame Alvarez: You spoil me too.

Aunt Alicia: Did you work hard in school today? What did you study?

Gigi: History. Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo.

Aunt Alicia: How depressing. What else?

Gigi: English.

Aunt Alicia: English? I suppose we must. They refuse to learn French.

Gigi: [pointing at Gaston's cane] Is that gold?

Gaston Lachaille: The handle, yes.

Gigi: You must be very rich to have a gold handle on your cane.

[playing cards]

Gaston Lachaille: And therefore, I win!

Gigi: And therefore... you lose!

Gaston Lachaille: You cheated! Where did you get that fourth ace?

[Aunt Alicia proudly displays a dazzling emerald from her collection]

Gigi: Who gave it to you, Aunt?

Aunt Alicia: A king!

Gigi: A great king?

Aunt Alicia: No, a little one. Great kings do not give very large stones.

Gigi: Why not?

Aunt Alicia: In my opinion it's because they don't feel they have to.

Gigi: Well, who does give the valuable jewels?

Aunt Alicia: Who? Oh the shy, the proud, and the social climbers, because they think it's a sign of culture. But it doesn't matter who gives them, as long as you never wear anything second-rate. Wait for the first-class jewels, Gigi. Hold on to your ideals.

[Gastone brings some champagne for Mamita]

Gigi: Can I take a glass of champagne, Mamita?

Madame Alvarez: Have you lost your mind, Gigi? Of course not!

[heads towards the kitchen; Gaston quickly slides his glass over to Gigi]

[Gaston, outraged by the comments made about Gigi, drags her out of Maxim's]

Gigi: But I don't want to go home, Gaston! Let me go! What did I do, Gaston? What did I do?

[Gaston arrives at Madame Alverez's home, angrily raps on the door and throws Gigi into Alvarez's shocked arms]

Madame Alvarez: Gigi! What happened?

[Gaston leaves; Gigi bursts into tears]

[Gaston sees Gigi dressed in an alluring white gown]

Gigi: Look, Gaston! Four yards of material in the skirt! Well, don't I look great ladyish?

Gaston Lachaille: You look like an organ-grinder's monkey!

Gigi: An organ-grinder's monkey?

Gaston Lachaille: What happened to your little Scotch dress? And that ridiculous collar!

Gigi: And what's wrong with that collar?

Gaston Lachaille: It makes you look like a giraffe with a goiter!

Gigi: With all the talk there is about you, Gaston, I've never heard it said you had any taste in clothes!

Gaston Lachaille: [about Liane d'Exelmans] What do you think of her?

Gigi: She is... common!

Gaston Lachaille: Common? What, you mean "ordinary" common or "coarse" common?

Gigi: Ordinary common... and coarse!

[leaves]

[to Gaston]

Gigi: I would rather be miserable with you than without you.

[singing]

Gigi: What time tomorrow will we get there? / Can I watch you play roulette? / May I stay up late for supper? / Is it awfully awfully upper?

Madame Alvarez: Gigi, you'll drive us wild! / Stop, you silly child!

Gigi: Is everybody celebrated, / full of sin and dissipated? / Is it hot enough to blister? / Will I be your little sister?

Madame Alvarez: Gigi, you are absurd! / Now not another word! Gigi!

Gaston Lachaille: Let her gush and jabber, / let her be enthused! / I cannot remember / when I have been more amused!

Madame Alvarez: Stop it!

Gigi: The night they invented champagne, / it's plain as it can be / they thought of you and me. / The night they invented champagne, / they absolutely knew / that all we'd want to do / is fly to the sky on champagne / And shout to everyone in sight / that since the world began / no woman or a man / has ever been as happy as we are tonight!

Gaston Lachaille: The night they invented champagne...

[pops a cork]

Gigi, Gaston Lachaille: ...It's plain as it can be / they thought of you and me. / The night they invented champagne / they absolutely knew / that all we'd want to do / Is fly to the sky on champagne / and shout to everyone in sight

[pops another cork]

Gigi, Gaston Lachaille: That since the world began / no woman or a man / has ever been as happy as we are tonight!

[a cork is popped]

Gigi: A necklace is love! A ring is love! / A rock from some obnoxious little king is love! / A sapphire with a star is love! / An ugly black cigar is love! / Everything you are is love! You would think it would embarrass / All the people here in Paris / To be thinking every minute of love!

[singing]

Gigi: I don't understand the Parisians / Making love every time they get the chance / I don't understand the Parisians / Wasting every lovely night on romance! Any time and under every tree in town / They're in session two by two / What a crime with all there is to see in town / They can't find something else to do! I don't understand how Parisians / Never tire of walking hand in hand / They seem to love it, and speak highly of it. / I don't understand the Parisians! When it's warm, they take a carriage ride at night / Close their eyes and hug and kiss / When it's cold, they simply move inside at night / There must be more to life than this! I don't understand the Parisians / Thinking love so miraculous and grand / But they rave about it, and won't live without it / I don't understand the Parisians!

[Gigi prepares for her night with Gaston]

Gigi: Say a prayer for me tonight / I'll need every prayer that you can spare / To get me by... Say a prayer / And while you're praying, keep on saying / "She's much too young to die..." "On to your Waterloo," whispers my heart / Pray I'll be Wellington, not Bonaparte... Oh, say a prayer for me this evening / Bow your head, and please stay on your knees / Tonight...

Gigi: [to Gaston] I'd rather be miserable with you than miserable without you.

Gigi: Do you make love all the time, Gaston?

Gaston Lachaille: Certainly not! The only people who make love all the time are liars.

Gigi: If we have to get married, I'll hire you a businessman.

Adam Sorg: If we get married, I'll hire me a psychiatrist.

Gigi: Adam, if we ever get married, the first thing I'll do is... get a divorce.

Waitress: Would you like to hear the specials?

Gigi: Sure!

Sarah: Ugh, you're not going to eat it...

Gigi: But they work so hard to memorize them.

Gigi: He calls me the bionic woman.

Jesse: Is that a compliment?

Gigi: [while looking at herself and applying lipstick in a bathroom mirror in a club] God, I love this color on me.

Ruby: Red rum.

Gigi: What?

Ruby: That's what it's called. They say women are more likely to buy a lipstick if it's named after food or sex. Just think about it. Black honey, plum passion, peachy keen.

Gigi: [Sucking on her finger and looking at herself in the mirror] Pink pussy.

Gigi: Sweetie, plastics is just good grooming. Imagine going a year without brushing your teeth.