Hugh Quotes in Hunt for the Wilderpeople (2016)

Hec: You can take him, but I'm staying here.

Hugh: Like hell. People want answers.

Ron: Yeah, answers.

Hec: Look, we got lost, I got injured, he's fine, it was basically a holiday.

Ricky Baker: Not a real holiday because he made me do stuff.

Hugh: Like what?

Ricky Baker: Just stuff. He had a sore leg so he made me do things for him. It was hard at first because my hands are so soft, but I got used to it. I didn't really wanna do it, but it was the only way to survive. It wasn't always hard, sometimes I got to do my own thing. He pretty much never joined in with me though. I asked if he wanted to play with me, but he would just make me play with myself.

Ron: I feel sick.

Danny: I think if I was going to have any super power it would be the ability to speak Spanish. That would be amazing wouldn't it? 'Cause you could say stuff like "Hola", "Gazpacho".

Nat: You just said it.

Josh: You're saying it now.

Danny: Oh, wow.

Hugh: Not strictly speaking a super power, though, is it really? Otherwise everyone in Brazil would be superheroes.

Danny: [Nods]

[mumbles]

Danny: Mm, true.

Naomi: They speak Portuguese in Brazil. You cock!

George Webber: Doesn't he do anything except swim and jog on the beach?

Hugh: Oh yes! He makes me happy. So I let him swim and jog on the beach.

Hugh: Whatever happened to you it sure wasn't pretty.

Dom Hemingway: Misfortune. Misfortune befell me.

Hugh: [to other hostages] Can it, here comes Clarabelle.

Judge Maxwell: I think I want to skip over this part, too.

Howard: That night, I went back to my room and she was in the bath.

Judge Maxwell: Who was there? No, don't tell me, just go on.

Howard: When Eunice walked in and the drapes caught fire, everything burned. They asked me to leave. I really don't blame them.

Judge Maxwell: Good boy. Is there more?

Howard: Sure.

Judge Maxwell: There's more.

Howard: Well, the next day, today, Mr. Larrabee asked me to his house with my rocks and to bring Eunice. Or rather, Burnsy, the one he thinks is Eunice. Is that clear?

Judge Maxwell: No, but it's consistent.

Howard: Shall I go back over it?

Judge Maxwell: No, please, I beg you, don't. Just go on.

Howard: It gets kind of complicated now. First, there was this trouble between me and Hugh.

Judge Maxwell: You and me?

Howard: No, not you. Hugh.

Hugh: I am Hugh.

Judge Maxwell: You are me?

Hugh: No, I am Hugh.

Judge Maxwell: Stop saying that!

[to bayliff]

Judge Maxwell: Make him stop saying that!

Hugh: Don't touch me, I'm a doctor.

Judge Maxwell: Of what?

Hugh: Music.

Judge Maxwell: Can you fix a hi-fi?

Hugh: No, sir.

Judge Maxwell: Then shut up!

Hugh: I find that as difficult to swallow as this potage au gelee.

Judy: How would you like to swallow one sandwich d'knuckles?

Judy: Has anyone ever told you that you are very, very sexy?

Hugh: Well, actually no.

Judy: They never will.

Hugh: I think the Hugh Simon theory will stand the test of time.

Judy: Exactly what *is* that theory Mr Simon?

Hugh: I doubt you are qualified to understand it but it says that the 16th and 17th century composers developed a uniform scale platform based upon the intervals utilised in the mountaineer yodel.

Judy: And you developed this theory? That should come as a shock to Professor Findelmeyer.

Hugh: I don't know what you're talking about.

Judy: Sure you do, the Findelmeyer Proposition.

Hugh: I don't know what you're talking about, besides that has never been translated.

Judy: Just once. Harvard Musicological review, 1925. It's probably out of print now...

Frederick Larrabee: Of course! Professor Heinrich Findelmeyer, the university of Zurich, 1911, the controversial Findelmeyer Proposition, no wonder it sounded so familiar. I'm sorry Simon

[rips up the grant check]

Hugh: This is despicable.

Frederick Larrabee: Hugh, you're a bad loser, you're a plagiarist and you're nasty. I don't like you and I want you to go away.

[Judy and Howard have their heads under the table, Howard is trying to convince Judy to leave, Frederick joins them]

Frederick Larrabee: What's going on down here? You two just can't keep away from each other, can you?

Howard: Oh, we were just talking.

Hugh: [Joins them] Are you all right Mr Larrabee? Can I help?

Frederick Larrabee: No, it's fine, we were just chatting.

Musicologist: [Joins them] What's the matter?

Musicologist: [Joins them] Anything wrong?

Frederick Larrabee: No.

Judy: We're just testing a theory Howard has about Vocal Reverberation Under Spinal Pressure.

Professor Hosquith: [Joins them] What? Vocal Reverberation Under Spinal Pressure?

Judy: You know, V.R.U.S.P.?

Musicologist: Oh yes!

Musicologist: I think I read a monograph on that.

Hugh: I don't know who *he* is, but *she* is de*fin*itely not herself!

Hugh: [threatened by man with a gun] Don't shoot! I'm part Italian!

Eunice: Mr Larrabee.

Frederick Larrabee: Frederick.

Eunice: Frederick. Will you help me?

Frederick Larrabee: Yes, I will. Who are you?

Eunice: I am Eunice Burns.

Hugh: Who cares who she is. We're going to be killed.

Lana: That was quite a story. Right entertainin', but Sugar I don't know who you think you're foolin'

Hugh: What do you mean?

Lana: Lana may be three sheets to the preverbial wind, but I don't believe a single word coming out of your pretty, straight, little mouth.

Hugh: I'm better at all these lies I've manufactured than I am at the ones I'm living.

Joan: Hugh designs video games.

Keenan: Any I'd know?

Hugh: Uh..."Killer Golf" That was the last.

Keenan: Oh, man. That game was awesome! You have a hell of an imagination.

Joan: Hey, you owe me a dance.

Keenan: Just one?

Joan: No.

Hugh: Fucker works for NBC. He's sitting in my home, with my wife, and my dog, and he doesn't have to worry about the Thursday night fucking schedule.

Sally Ann: Polly got in one good peck before that cat killed her. Good for Polly!

Hugh: I certainly never realized that Polly had such a big pecker.

Hugh: [to Eva, referring to Sally] She just wanted to get into your knickers!

Eva Wilt: [indignantly] Are you calling Sal a lesbian?

Hugh: I don't have to! She's already got their number!

[He and sally burst out laughing]

Hugh: [repeated line, while searching for the vermouth] Son of a bitch.

Hugh: It could look like someone you know or it could be a stranger in a crowd. Whatever helps it get close to you.

Hugh: Okay, even thought it is following you I can still see it. It is not done with me either. Okay, like I told you, all you can do is pass it on to someone else.

Kelly Height: What the fuck are you talking about?

Hugh: She can do the same thing I did. It should be easier for her, she is a girl. Any guy would be with you. Just sleep with someone else and tell him to do the same thing. Maybe it will never come back.

Pat: Well, what do you know! I forgot to put milk out for the cat.

Hugh: Are you crazy? We ain't got no cat.

Pat: Oh. Well, why waste the milk? I'll go bring it in.

Karl: [Roy is faking unconsciousness] Look, he doesn't even move.

Hugh: Must be in a comma.

Tim: Comma! Looks more like a full stop.

Roy Rogers: [singing about Mr. Moreland] Living in the open ought to do him lots of good, for...

Roy and Pioneers: [singing] He should be a Vaquero!

Lloyd: He never gets out!

Tim: He's lame, no doubt!

Karl: He's got the gout!

Hugh: He's much too stout.

Roy Rogers: [singing] What do you think we ought to do?

Roy and Pioneers: [singing] Why, he should be a Vaquero!

Hugh: Yeah, we're in a different reality because the reality where I am from, my best friend didn't sleep with my wife.

Mike: Hugh, do you not understand what I'm saying? This all started tonight, and if there are a million different realities, I have slept with your wife in every one of them.

Hugh: So, listen to this. This is what he's written. "There is another theory: that two states continue to exist... separate and decoherent from each other, each creating a new branch of reality... based on the two outcomes. Quantum decoherence ensures that the different outcomes... have no interaction with each other."

Mike: If we're collapsing right now, I'm gonna collapse on them. I'm not gonna wait for them to collapse on us.

Hugh: Whoa, whoa, Mike.

Mike: I'll go over there and I'll just kill 'em.

Hugh: These are Brian's notes from his lesson plan for his class. "Decoherence and Schroedinger's Cat."