Giovanni Quotes in Rush (2013)

Marlene Lauda: Who are you, should I know you?

Giovanni: What, you don't know? He's Niki Lauda: Formula One driver and he just signed with Ferrari.

Marlene Lauda: Him?

Giovanni, Andrea Italian Passenger: Yes!

Marlene Lauda: Impossible.

Giovanni: [Surprised] Why?

Marlene Lauda: You know, Formula One drivers. They have long hair, are sexy and their shirts are open to here.

Niki Lauda: Thank you.

Marlene Lauda: Yes? Anyway, look at they way he's driving like an old man.

Niki Lauda: There's no need to drive fast, it just increases the percentage of risk. We're not in a hurry, I'm not being paid. Right now, with zero incentive or reward, why would I drive fast?

Marlene Lauda: [whispers] Because I'm asking you to.

[long pause]

Niki Lauda: [speaking in German] Do you always get what you want?

Marlene Lauda: [speaking in German] Ja. Usually.

Mewtwo: That cannot be. You said we were partners. We stood as equals.

Giovanni: You were created by humans to obey humans. You could never be our equal.

Mewtwo: Humans may have created me, but they will never enslave me! This cannot be my destiny!

Giovanni: [as Mewtwo begins destroying the lab] Stop this now!

Mewtwo: I wasn't born a Pokémon, I was created; and my creators have used and betrayed me! So, I stand alone!

[Mewtwo blows up the laboratory]

Giovanni: The scorpion said "If I had accepted my fate and let the weasel eat me, at least then my death would have some purpose. Now I am going to die alone in this hole, my death will help no-one". Then the scorpion burst into flames.

Luca Spaghetti: You feel guilty because you're American. You don't know how to enjoy yourself!.

Liz Gilbert: [looking a bit taken aback] I beg your pardon?

Luca Spaghetti: It's true. Americans know entertainment, but don't know pleasure.

Giovanni: This is Luca Spaghetti, by the way, you know.

Liz Gilbert: Your name is Luca Spaghetti?

Luca Spaghetti: Yes, that's what our family is called. We invented it. I'm serious. Listen to me. You want to know your problem? Americans! You work too hard. You get burned out. Then you come home and spend the whole weekend... in your pajamas in front of the TV.

Liz Gilbert: That's not far off, actually.

Luca Spaghetti: But you don't know pleasure. You have to be told you've earned it. You see a commercial that says, "It's Miller time"... and you say, "That's right. Now I will go to buy a six-pack". And drink the whole thing and wake up the next morning and you feel terrible. But an Italian doesn't need to be told. Ha walks by a sign that says, "You deserve a break today"... and he says, "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm planning on taking a break at noon... to go over to your house and sleep with your wife".

Giovanni: I no longer have inspirations, only recollections.

Giovanni: Who wrote that?

Lidia: You did.

Mr. Gherardini: So as I was saying, my friend, it's absurd to speak of wealth now. No one's wealthy anymore. But should anyone still think of becoming rich, my only advice would be, "Don't worry about the money." I've always looked upon my businesses as works of art. Whatever profit I earned was of practically no concern to me. The important thing is to create something solid; something to be remembered. What sustains a writer - you for instance - is certainly not the idea of profit but a sense of necessity. You write because you have to...

Signora Gherardini: Still, one has to live.

Mr. Gherardini: I never worried about that. Life is what we make of it through our own efforts. What would you do if you couldn't write?

Lidia: A few years ago he'd have killed himself. Now I don't know. Tell us.

Giovanni: I don't consider myself that important. There are other solutions. A writer of today constantly wonders if writing isn't some sort of irrepressible but outdated instinct. This lonely craft of painstakingly joining one word to another that absolutely can't be mechanized.

Mr. Gherardini: Are you sure of that?

Giovanni: No. But you industrialists have the advantage of constructing your "stories" using real people, real houses, real cities. The rhythm of life today is in your hands. Perhaps even the future.

Mr. Gherardini: Are you one of the many worring about the future? I'm building my own future, though the present keeps me plenty busy. Besides, the future will probably never come. Who knows what the future holds? Perhaps our priveleges will be swept away. That would actually be a good thing. When I was young - long ago, now, sadly - I imagined a world like this, and I set to work creating such a future. Bah!

Giovanni: [Aldo is trying to convince himself that Claudia and her husband don't exist - Aldo is looking at Giovanni with a shocked look on his face] What the hell do you want?

Aldo: [turns back to the steering wheel] Holy Mary!

Giovanni: Where's he going, that bastard?

Aldo: [seeing Giovanni in his rear-view mirror] Oh, please! Why? *Why me?*

Aldo: [covers his eyes with one hand and keeps his other hand on the steering wheel] I'll count to three. 1... 2... 3!

[crashes into the back of Giacomo's car]

Giovanni: [seeing the crashed cars] No!

[crashes into them]