Irene Quotes in The Perfect Storm (2000)

Irene: [at the counter of the bar] So what does "Bugsy" stand for, anyway?

Mike "Bugsy" Moran: Michael.

Irene: That's a beautiful name. Why don't you use it?

Mike "Bugsy" Moran: Because people know me as Bugsy.

Cordelia: [to Brayker] You hurry up and finish dinner,

[she climbs onto table in a seductive manner]

Cordelia: I'll take care of "dessert".

[a black cat also climb onto the table and meows]

Uncle Willy: Ah, don't worry. Good Cleo knows better than to eat that slop.

Irene: Goddammit! Get that pussy off the table!

[Cordelia quickly gets off the table]

Irene: I meant the cat.

[the Collector holds up Irene's severed arm]

The Collector: You want your arm back, Irene? I can make it happen.

[Irene raises the stump of her arm]

The Collector: Is that a yes?

Irene: No. That's me giving you the finger, asshole!

The Collector: I'll get back to you.

[disappears]

Irene: [to Jeryline] You finish cleaning the stove? Or are you too busy shooting the breeze?

Jeryline: Irene, for Christ's sake, I'll finish cleaning it tomorrow.

Irene: Nah, I want it clean tonight. Remind me of that program you're on; it's called work release ain't it.

[turns to speak to others]

Irene: I swear that girl ain't got no goddamn graditude; if I hadn't made a place for her she'd be behind bars... or dead.

Brayker: Lucky kid.

Irene: This is crazy.

Brayker: Deal with it.

Brayker: In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth...

Irene: You're talking Genesis? That beginning?

Brayker: And the Earth was a formless void, and darkness covered the face of the deep. But the darkness wasn't empty. It was full of creatures, full of demons. And they had seven keys, formed into a circle that focused the power of the cosmos into their hands, until God stepped forth and said, "let there be light." And there was light. He scattered the demons, and he scattered the keys all across the universe. Then we fast-forward about two or three million millenia. Now the demons are back. They got six of the keys. And one day they find the seventh key here on earth. And to save it, God filled it with the blood of a carpenter who had been crucified by the Romans, and gave it to a thief named Sirach.

Jeryline: The blood ins... inside? Is that...?

Brayker: Some of it, yeah. It gets used, you see. Sirach had to refill it.

[points to his throat]

Brayker: Bad neck wound, talon caught the eye right here. Most of what's in here now belonged to a soldier named Dickerson, who gave it to me in France, August 23, 1917. Funny how you remember the big dates, isn't it?

Deputy Bob Martel: Jeez. That, uh, that would make you...

Uncle Willie: What happens when you run out of blood?

Brayker: They bring back the darkness.

Uncle Willie: Just like that?

Brayker: Just like that. So... now you know. You feel better?

[the pool man just fished a hunk of Harry's hair out of the pool]

Pool Man: Do you have a cat?

Irene: No!

Pool Man: Good. Then it's just a hairball.

Irene: I need someone to talk to! You know it hasn't been easy with this pool and everything, and Herb is no help! His latest theory is that a condor flew over and took a shit in it.

Irene: Kim Chi!

[Storming to the garden]

Irene: Kim Chi! Kim CHI!

Kim Lee: My name is Kim LEE, not Kim CHI!

Irene: You killed them!

Kim Lee: [Notices the cut roses] Oh, NO!

Irene: Where are my precious little babies?

Irene: Don't say that, Raimunda, or I'll start crying. And ghosts don't cry.

Sole: Mom?

Irene: Hum?

Sole: There's something you want me to do, isn't?

Irene: Cut my hair.

Sole: I mean if there's something you couldn't do alive and doesn't let you rest.

Irene: There are always things undone. Or bad done. And my life has been no exception. Look, I don't know if I can fix them, but if I can, it's up to me to do it.

Sole: [after a long silence] Customers will arrive soon. What are we going to do?

Irene: We attend to them. I'll help you.

Sole: But I can't introduce you as my mother. They all know I'm an orphan.

Irene: Then I'll pretend to be foreign.

Sole: Foreign? Where from?

Irene: ¿Dominican?

Sole: No. There are lots of them on the neighborhood and they would notice the accent.

Irene: ¿Chinese? Madrid is full of Chinese people.

Sole: Who's going to believe that you're from China, mom?

[Thinks]

Sole: Something strange. Not very common around here... Rusian.

Irene: Do wou really think I look more Rusian than Chinese?

Sole: Yes. Rusian women are just like us, mom. Look, whatever you hear, keep your mouth shut. And it can't looked in your face that you understand us.

Irene: Be a good man.

Irene: I'm Irene; I don't believe in name tags.

Charlie Driggs: Oh. Hi. Ah...

[points at his name tag]

Charlie Driggs: Charlie. I never had many concrete convictions about 'em one way or another.

Irene: Godfrey loves me! He put me in the shower!

[last lines]

[Irene is getting ready to marry a surprised Godfrey]

Irene: Stand still, Godfrey. It'll all be over in a minute.

Godfrey: Do you think you could follow an intelligent conversation for a minute?

Irene: I'll try.

Irene: You have a wonderful sense of humor. I wish I had a sense of humor, but I can never think of the right thing to say until everybody's gone home.

[at the city dump]

Irene: Could you tell me why you live in a place like this when there's so many other nice places?

Godfrey: You really want to know?

Irene: Oh, I'm very curious.

Godfrey: It's because my real estate agent felt that the altitude would be very good for my asthma.

[Irene poses dramatically]

Cornelia Bullock: Oh, I remember that pose so well. I learned it in Dramatics School. It's Number 8 isn't it?

Faithful George: Yep, that's Number 8 all right.

Cornelia Bullock: Am I spoiling your act, dear?

Irene: [under her breath to Cornelia] I'll spoil something of yours someday and it won't be your act!

Irene: Godfrey's gonna be our butler.

Angelica Bullock: He's gonna be who's butler?

Irene: He's gonna work for us.

Angelica Bullock: Oh, that's ridiculous. You don't know anything about him. He hasn't any recommendations...

Irene: Well, the last one had recommendations and stole all the silver.

Angelica Bullock: Well, that was merely a coincidence.

Godfrey: People who take in stray cats say they make the best pets, madam.

Angelica Bullock: I don't see what cats have got to do with butlers.

Cornelia Bullock: So Little Red Riding Hood didn't have enough feminine charm to trap a wolf her own age, so she falls in love with a butler and lives happily ever after on an ash pile. If you know what I mean.

Irene: I know what you mean, if you know what *I* mean.

Carlo: [entering the room] May I come in?

Cornelia Bullock: You're in, aren't you?

Carlo: Very interesting book. The Greeks of the Middle Ages.

Cornelia Bullock: Oh, Irene would like that. You love the middle ages, don't you, dear?

Godfrey: Why can't you let me alone?

Irene: Because you're my responsibility and someone has to take care of you.

Godfrey: I can take care of myself.

Irene: You can't look me in the eye and say that. You love me and you know it. You know, there's no sense in struggling against a thing when it's got you. It's got you and that's all there is to it - it's got you!

Godfrey: Do you mind telling me just what a scavenger hunt is?

Irene: Well, a scavenger hunt is exactly like a treasure hunt, except in a treasure hunt you try to find something you want, and in a scavenger hunt you try to find something that nobody wants.

Godfrey: Hmm, like a forgotten man?

Irene: That's right, and the one who wins gets a prize, only there really isn't a prize. It's just the honor of winning, because all the money goes to charity, that is, if there is any money left over, but there never is.

Godfrey: Well, that clears the whole matter up beautifully.

Alexander Bullock: I've just been going over last month's bills, and I find that you people have confused me with the Treasury Department.

Cornelia Bullock: Oh, don't start that again, Dad.

Alexander Bullock: I don't mind giving the government 60% of what I make. But I can't do it when my family spends 50%!

Irene: Well, why should the government get more money than your own family?

Detective: [notices Carlo by the french doors] Who's that?

Irene: It's mother's protegé.

Detective: No wisecracks. Is that your son?

Alexander Bullock: That? Say, listen. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but I'll be hanged if I'll plead guilty to that!

Irene: I went to Venice, and one night I went for a ride in one of those rowboats that the man pushes with a stick. Not a matador. That was in Spain. But something like a matador.

Godfrey: Do you, by any chance, mean a gondolier?

Irene: That was the name of the boat!

Irene: I'm terribly grateful. This is the first time I've ever beaten Cornelia at anything and you helped me do it.

Godfrey: Well, that makes me a sort of Cornelia beater doesn't it?

Irene: Can you butle?

Godfrey: Butle?

Irene: Yes, we're fresh out of butlers. The one we had left this morning.

Irene: [about Godfrey] He's my protegé.

Godfrey: These flowers just came for you, miss. Where shall I put them?

Irene: What difference does it make where one puts flowers when one's heart is breaking?

Godfrey: Yes, miss. Shall I put them on the piano?

Godfrey: Hasn't anyone ever told you about certain proprieties?

Irene: You use such lovely big words. I like big words. What does it mean?

Godfrey: Well, I'll try to simplify it. Hasn't your mother or anyone ever explained to you that some things are proper and some things are not?

Irene: No she hasn't. She rambles on quite a bit, but then she never has anything to say.

Irene: Life is but an empty bubble.

Irene: [visiting Godfrey's restaurant built on top of the old dump] Oh my, how you've fixed this place up, Godfrey! It's much nicer than when I was here before!

Godfrey: Oh, you've noticed that, huh?

Irene: Are the forgotten men having a party?

Godfrey: It's their annual reunion.

Irene: I saw the mayor out there. Is he one of them, too?

Godfrey: He's the guest of honor.

Irene: Oh, it's a lovely view - the view of the bridge. Is it always there?

Godfrey: Most always.

Irene: Oh, you have a kitchen! I'm gonna like this place very much.

Godfrey: But you want me to remain, don't you?

Irene: Oh, of course!

Godfrey: And I want to justify your faith in me by being a very good butler, and filling the void created by your late, lamented Pomeranian.

Irene: Oh, I've forgotten all about him. He had fleas, anyway. Besides, you're different. You use big words, and you're much cuter.

Cornelia Bullock: Little Red Riding Hood didn't have enough charm to trap a wolf of her own age, so she falls in love with the butler and lives happily ever after on an ashpile, if you know what I mean.

Irene: I know, if you know what I mean.

Cornelia Bullock: My life is precious to me.

Irene: It won't be in a minute!

Irène: But charm is more valuable than beauty. You can resist beauty, but you can't resist charm.

Irène: I love Italian food. You don't expect much, so you can never be disappointed.

Irene: Harry, do you realize the whole world has gone to war? The whole world!

Harry: I realize it, but don't ask me why. I've stopped trying to figure it out.

Irene: I know why it is. It's just to kill us - you and me. Because we are the little people. And for us, the deadliest weapons are the most merciful.

Harry: Easy...

Irene: I've never cared before, but now I want to live.

Harry: So do I, but if we don't, let's hope we make a fast exit.

Irene: Then together.

Harry: [explosion from a large bomb nearby] Nice try buddy, but you muffed it!

Harry: The world you live in isn't a world of facts and figures, it's a world of dreams. Maybe that's what I like about you Irene. You're so beautifully phony.

Irene: And maybe you're wrong my darling. Maybe we two cheap people, with our cheap lives, maybe we're the only ones in this crazy world who are real.

Harry: [at a train station] Well, we gotta be pulling out now babe.

Irene: I know, but not together.

Harry: No, not together. You go your way and I go mine. But I got a hunch we'll see each other again. Sometime.

Irene: Oh, 'Kak Stranno!' How strange!

Irene: I told you then that I wasn't everybody. It's true; I'm nobody. But I learned it was no use telling the truth to people whose life was a whole lie.

Irene: The temple of your memory must be so crowded.

Harry: Are you sure you've never been in Omaha, Madame?

Irene: You amuse me very much, indeed. Here we are, on a mountain peak in Bedlam. Tonight, war is breaking over the vorld! And all you vorry about is whether I am a girl you once met casually in Omaha-ha-ha.

Harry: Ha-ha-ha. Did I say it was casual?

Harry: Somehow or other I couldn't help feeling touched, that of all the sordid hotels you've been in, that you should have remembered that one.

Irene: The age of chivalry still lives!

Irene: Harry, do you know any hymns?

Irene: [last line international version] Look Harry! They've gone away.

Harry: You can call that sentimental, Mrs. Weber, but that is true.

Irene: Forgive me, but that is not my name.

Harry: Oh. I thought...

Irene: I know what you thought. Mr. Weber and I are associated in a sort of business way.

Harry: I see. Um, business is pretty good, isn't it?

Irene: But I have talked too much about myself. What about you, my friend?

Harry: Oh, I'm not very interesting. I'm just what I seem to be.

Irene: You are a very bad dancer.

Harry: Hmmm... in Romania they thought I was pretty good.

Irene: My father was old. The hardships of that terrible journey had broken his body. But his spirit was strong. His spirit, that is Russia.

Irene: He lay there in that little boat. And he looked up at me. Never can I forget his face. So thin. So white. So beautiful in the starlight.

Irene: And he said to me, 'Irena, little daughter'. And then... he died.

Irene: For four days I was alone with his body. Sailing through the storms of the Black Sea. I had no food. No water. I was in agony from the violent wounds of the Bolshevikii. I knew I must die.

Irene: And then... an American cruiser rescued me. May Heaven bless those good men!

Harry: Ahem. Excuse me Madame. But it seems to me that the last time you told me about your escape it was different.

Irene: Well! I made several escapes.

Irene: Did I ever tell you of my escape from the Soviets?

Achille Weber: You've told me about it at least 11 times and every time it was different.

Irene: Well, I made several escapes.

Irene: Good night.

Harry: Good night.

Irene: Thanks for giving me such a good time.

Harry: Well, thank you, Irene. I always enjoy seeing a woman eat. Don't forget - brush your teeth carefully, tuck yourself in, and have sweet dreams of Old Russia

[chuckles]

Irene: Where'd you get your education, Harry?

Harry: What makes you think I got one?

Irene: Did I ever tell you of my escape from the Soviets?

Achille Weber: You've told me about it at least eleven times, and every time it was different.

Irene: Well, I made several escapes. I am always making escapes, Achille. When I worry about you and your career, I have to run away from the terror of my own thoughts. So I amuse myself by studying the faces of the people I see. Just ordinary, casual, dull people. That little English couple for instance - I was watching them during dinner, sitting there close together, holding hands. And I saw him in his nice, smart British uniform shooting a little pistol at a huge tank. And the tank rolls over him. And his fine, strong body that was so full of the capacity for ecstasy... is a mass of mashed flesh and bones. A smear of purple blood, like a stepped-on snail. But before the moment of death, he consoles himself by thinking, "thank God she is safe. She is bearing the child I gave her. And he will live to see a better world." But I know where she is. She is under a house that has been racked by an air raid. She is as dead as he is. But he, he died in action against the enemy gloriously. But she died in a cellar, not so very gloriously. There will be many who will die this way in this war, won't there Achille?

[he does not respond]

Irene: You don't say anything! Probably you are bored. But I like to think about these things, Achille. And it makes me so proud to think that I am so close to you, who makes all this possible.

Achille Weber: That's all very interesting, my dear. But before you waste too much sympathy on these little people like your English friends, just ask yourself this: why shouldn't they die? And who are the greater criminals - those who sell the instruments of death or those who buy them and use them? It is they who make war seem noble and heroic, and what does it all amount to? Mistrust of the motives of everyone else! A dog-in-the-manger defence of all they've got, greed for the other fellow's possessions! Oh, I assure you, Irene, for such little people, the deadliest weapons are the most merciful.

Irene: I am so happy for you.

Achille Weber: Happy? Why?

Irene: All this wonderful death and destruction everywhere. And you promoted it.

Irene: I have something rather important to tell you.

Harry: What is it, babe?

Irene: Do you mind if I sit down?

Harry: Well, as a matter of fact I do, but, anyway, have a seat. And if you see a bottle of champagne standing around, open it up. Now, what's on your mind?

Irene: I want to confess.

Harry: You'll find a church right around the corner.

Irene: I've been watching your act, Mr. Van. I couldn't help picking up some of the code. I mean, your tone of voice when you say - concentrate. There are subtle changes that mean different things.

Harry: Where did you learn words like subtle?

Irene: Oh, I haven't always been an acrobat, Mr. Van. I attended the University in Vienna... with Freud, Jung, all the great teachers.

Harry: From the University in Vienna to the El Dorado in Omaha. Some jump!

Irene: Yes. Ha-ha. That's been my whole life, today the mountaintops - tomorrow the Dead Sea.

Harry: Yeah, I guess you're right, sister.

Harry: I have a great admiration for you.

Irene: Oh, you like my electrical personality, huh?

Harry: No, nothing as obvious as that. I think you have a very remarkable brain!

Irene: So, you noticed that too, hmm?

Harry: I also have a very remarkable brain.

Irene: Yeah, and a very remarkable way of talking for a girl who makes her living swinging by her teeth.

Harry: Why, I was born for excitement, adventure, danger. I've had all the - I'll have a lot more before I come to a violent death.

Irene: So you've even got that arranged.

Harry: Say, what are your plans for supper?

Irene: Oh, Mr. Van, are you inviting me?

Harry: Well, don't look at me like that. I'm only offering to buy you a cup of coffee because I appreciate your kind motives in busting up our act tonight.

Irene: Oh, that's very sweet of you, Mr. Van. I'll get dressed, right away. I'll be proud to be seen in a restaurant with you.

Harry: Wait till you see the restaurant.

Harry: Give me a cup of coffee and some donuts. What'll you have, babe?

Irene: Oyster stew.

Harry: You've certainly lived on a big scale, babe.

Irene: My name isn't babe. It's Irene!

Irene: Do you know that song? It's Kak Stranno - its Russian. Oh, its so lovely! It takes me back so far to the Winter Palace in Petersburg. La-la-la La-la-la Kak Stranno. That means, How Strange. It tells such a sad, beautiful story about two people, who meet and fall in love for one exquisite moment - and then they part. Like ships that pass in the night. Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm-mmm KaK Stranno - How Strange.

Irene: Do you think we'll ever see each other again?

Harry: Maybe we will and maybe we won't. You can't predict anything in show business.

Irene: Or in any other kind of a life, I suppose.

Harry: No, I guess not. But, I'll be thinking about you, babe.

Irene: Oh, I'm sure you will.

Harry: Yes, and as a matter of fact, I'd like to know that - you're thinking about me a little bit, too.

Irene: But your place is rrrreally charming. I must tell everyone in Paris about it.

Donald Navadel: We are rather proud of it.

Irene: There is something about this design. It suggests, eh, an amusing kind of horror. It is like somebody's tomb, isn't it?

Mrs. Cherry: You mean - you read people's minds?

Harry: Sure. I could see right through 'em.

Irene: Oh, how embarrassing.

Harry: I was playing a week in Omaha. Have you ever been in Omaha madame?

Irene: Oma-ha? O-maw-ha? Where is dat? Persia!

Harry: It's in Nebraska.

Irene: Goodbye, Harry. Goodbye, again.

Irene: I don't think I shall use my own name. No! Americans will mispronounce horribly. I shall call myself - Namoura! Namoura the Great!

Harry: ...assisted by Harry Van.

Tommy: Do you think there is any hope for Northern Ireland?

Irene: "Any hope for Northern Ireland?" McMarty's butcher shop got blown up today. Best bloody butchers in Belfast. It's a disgrace. And you ask if there is any hope for Northern Ireland.

Tommy: Who blew it up?

Irene: Who do you think?

Tommy: But why?

Irene: God knows son. Maybe they didn't like his sausages.

Standard: Do you want to hear how mommy and me met?

Benicio: Yeah.

Standard: Yeah? Okay. We were at a party. And she was nineteen years old.

Irene: Seventeen.

Standard: You weren't seventeen.

Irene: I was.

Standard: Wow. So it was illegal.

[laughs]

Standard: All right. So I illegally walked over to a seventeen year old girl. And I walk up and I say, "Hello, Miss. What is your name?" And she didn't say anything. And then I said, "Well my name is Standard Gabriel." Then what did you say?

Irene: I said, "Where's the deluxe version?"

Driver: I don't have wheels on my car.

Irene: [laughing] Okay.

Driver: It's one thing you should know about me.

Irene: [as music blares from her apartment] Sorry about the noise.

Driver: I was going to call the cops.

Irene: I wish you would.

Irene: What do you do?

Driver: I drive.

Irene: Like a limo driver?

Driver: No, like, for movies.

Irene: Oh. You mean all the car chases and stuff?

Driver: Yeah.

Irene: Isn't that dangerous?

Driver: It's only part-time. Mostly I work at a garage.

Shannon: You two know each other?

Driver: [smiling while walking by] Don't.

Shannon: [excited] Oh, look at that!

Irene: We're neighbors.

Shannon: Neighbors? Very good. Well, we'll try to be neighborly too.

Shannon: [about Driver] You know, he walked into my shop here about five or six years ago. Right out of the blue. Asking for a job. So I put him to the test to see what he could do. The kid's amazing.

Irene: Yeah.

Shannon: So I hired him on the spot. Boom.

[snaps fingers]

Shannon: At about half the wages I normally pay. He didn't blink an eye.

[to Driver]

Shannon: Hey kid, come over here for a second, will you?

[back to Irene]

Shannon: And I have been exploiting him ever since.

[Shannon laughs]

Shannon: Don't tell him.

Irene: [referring to a photo] That's Benicio's father

Driver: Where is he?

Irene: He's in prison.

Driver: Oh.

Irene: Well, it's time to say good-bye, Betty. It's been so nice traveling with you.

Betty Elms: Thank you, Irene. I was so excited and nervous. It was sure great to have you to talk to.

Irene: Remember, I'll be watching for you on the big screen.

Betty Elms: [smiling] Okay, Irene. Won't that be the day?

Irene: Good luck, Betty dear. Take care of yourself. And be careful.

Betty Elms: I will. Thanks again.

Irene: Okay, dear.

Irene's Companion at Airport: Betty, it was so nice meeting you. All the luck in the world.

Betty Elms: Thank you.

[Irene has discovered Vincent's secret]

Irene: I don't even know who you are.

Vincent: I'm the same person I was yesterday.

Irene: I can't hear any more of your lies Jerome...

Vincent: My name is Vincent, all right? Vincent Anton Freeman, and I'm a "faith birth" or a "de-gene-erate", whatever you want to call it; but I am NOT a murderer!

Vincent: You're a "God-child"?

Vincent: [takes Irene's hand and places over his heart] But we do have one thing in common, only I don't have twenty or thirty years left in mine. Mine is already ten thousand beats overdue.

Irene: It's not possible.

Vincent: You are the authority on what is not possible, aren't you Irene? They've got you looking for any flaw, that after a while that's all you see. For what it's worth, I'm here to tell you that it is possible. It is possible.

[Vincent is looking at the 12-fingered pianist]

Irene: You didn't know?

Vincent: Oh, I knew.

Irene: It's amazing, isn't it?

Vincent: Twelve fingers or one, it's how you play

Irene: That piece can only be played with twelve.

Vincent: A year is a long time.

Irene: Not so long. Just once around the sun.

Irene: How many launches are there each day, Vincent? A dozen?

Vincent: Sometimes more.

Irene: You're the only one that watches all of them. If you're going to pretend like you don't care, don't look up.

Irene: I have this crazy idea you're more interested in the murder case than me.

Vincent: You're right. That's crazy.

Irene: "Unacceptable risk of heart failure." I think that's what the manual says. The only trip I'll take in space is around the sun on this satellite right here.

Irene: I ain't no robber. I'm a prostitute.

Irene: Good night, Chile.

[last lines]

Cassandra: Do you think we'll be waiting long for others to come? I'm hungry.

Irene: [sighs] Such an appetite for such a slight thing.

Cassandra: I'm a growing girl.

Pauline: It's always so lonely here.

Erin Cooper: There's enough greed and lust in the hearts of men out there to keep our doors open for a very long time. Have patience, my sisters. Others will come.

Irene: [after hurling a can of peas at Mrs. Carmody] Shut up, you miserable buzzard! Stoning people who piss you off is perfectly okay. They do it in the Bible, don't they? And I got lots of peas!

Irene: Jim Grondin. I had you in school, didn't I?

Jim Grondin: Yes, ma'am. Me and my sister Pauline.

Irene: Pair of underachievers.

[steps aside]

Irene: After you, Jim.

Irene: You'd think educating children would be more of a priority in this country but you'd be wrong. Governments got better things to spend our money on, like corporate hand outs and building bombs.

Irene: We had damage at the school, wouldn't you know. That's what we get for not fixing that roof when we should've. But with funds being cut every year... You'd think educating children would be more of a priority in this country. But you'd be wrong. Government's got better things to spend our money on. Like corporate handouts, and building bonds.

Irene: I am no hooker.

Frank the Trucker: [tossing her a $20 bill] You are now.

Irene: Come on, honey, time to wash away your sins.

Teddy Howard: [Miranda's arm is bleeding] Miranda, what's that?

Irene: It's okay. It's okay, Miranda.

Miranda: Why are you doing this to me?

Pete: Miranda, let's just go, okay? We're done.

Miranda: Why are you doing this to me?

Irene: Things die. New things are born.

Pau: Turn on the light please. What's the...?

Irene: What's this? What have you done?

Pau: You're bleeding!

Ewelyn: What?

Pau: Oh...

Irene: Oh my god!

Ewelyn: Fuck.

Pau: Shit.

Pau: Yeah, the ghosts are gonna, the ghosts are gonna get me, like... She thinks it's true. I'm sorry.

Irene: Okay, If she believes in that, you shouldn't play with that, but...

Pau: Okay!

Irene: But it's just a story, all the stories...

Ewelyn: The first time...

Irene: I think you shouldn't care about that.

Ewelyn: Come one, the first time nothing has happened, but the second time could be the last time.

Pau: Okay, we can go, let's go later, you'll see how nothing happens.

Ewelyn: No no no, stop now because, I'm talking to...

Pau: Why are you getting away from me? I'm haunted now? uhh

Irène: Excuse me...

Waiter: Sorry, I didn't see you.

Irène: I'm the one who's sorry. I'm transparent.

Waiter: What'll it be?

Irène: Coffee.