Jerome Quotes in Attack the Block (2011)

Jerome: This is too much madness to explain in one text!

[the boys, running from an alien, have followed Sam into her apartment. She runs into her bedroom, shuts the door, looks for the phone - it isn't there in its cradle - so she lifts a guitar and charges back out]

Sam: Get out of my fucking flat!

[a couple of them glance at her, make derogatory noises because they're too busy worrying about the situation, and turn away]

Sam: I said, get out!

Moses: Yo, snitch. Calm yourself. This ain't about you no more.

Sam: Come anywhere near me, and I swear I will scream this fucking block down!

Jerome: There's worse things out there to be scared of than us, tonight! Trust it!

Dennis: Hey, bruv. I saw her ID card thing. She's a nurse, innit?

Pest: Help me, then! I need this leg. I need it to be able to run away from them things!

Sam: You think I'm going to help you? After you attacked me and robbed me, and then set those dogs on the police?

Dennis: Yes to the first two, no to the last one.

Pest: Dogs? What kind of dogs those? Dogs with no eyes? Dogs the size of gorillas? You think them things are dogs? Go out there and try feeding them some Pedigree Chum! They're ALIENS, luv!

Sam: Whatever the fuck they are, they're not fucking aliens!

Dennis: You swear too much, man.

Pest: Yeah, you got a potty mouth, man.

Jerome: Look, whatever they are, they're inside the Block now. They're after everyone.

Dennis: Yeah. We're on the same side, man. Get it?

Jerome: I'd like to see the brother who's going to fight that.

[first lines]

Anna: Good morning, gentlemen.

[smacking with her glove]

Anna: Feet!

Realtor: [cut to high-rise apartment] Anna Brady, I'm so happy to have you here. This is the third open house and not one bite.

Anna: Don't worry. I have everything under control.

Jerome: [cut to lobby] Anna, you are realtor?

Anna: I'm a stager. I stage apartments *for* realtors. I transform ordinary spaces into something special. Most people don't know what it is they want until I show them, and so many places need my help. - Not the Davenport, course.

Anna: [cut to dress fitter] It's just a very thin line between elegant and daring. I think just a quarter inch higher. Less than an eighth of an inch? We'll get it right.

[stabbed with a pin]

Anna: Ouch! You did it on purpose, knock it off.

[LaFleur is released from the watch house]

Jacques LaFleur: Where the hell have you been?

Jerome: There was nothing I could do!

Jacques LaFleur: Oh, bullshit!

Jerome: They weren't letting anybody out until they processed those guns, and there were a lot of guns! You need a bath.

Jacques LaFleur: And what, blow my cover?

[bangs on counter]

Jacques LaFleur: Come on, come on! Give me my piece!

Police Clerk: Hey, when I'm ready, pal.

Jacques LaFleur: When he's ready...! Jerome, do something, hey!

Police Clerk: [to woman on phone] So, what's your sign?

Jerome: I might be able to get you out sometime tonight, but I'm gonna need a damn good reason.

Jacques LaFleur: For Christ's sake, I'm talking about bagging a Sasquatch!

Jerome: That'll cut a lot of ice for the judge.

Eno: It has the singularity of outsider art,though the conscious rejection of spatial dynamics could only come from an intimacy with the conventions of picture-making.

Jerome: Are you kidding me?

Jimmy: [to Jerome] So... Who do you like?

Jimmy: [Jerome is confused by the question, so Jimmy rephrases it] Who's your favorite artist, Jerome?

Jerome: [Uncomfortable pause] Maybe, Picasso?

Jimmy: I see... Very good... Our old friend "Pig-Ass-Hole," the nasty little dwarf who went his whole life without a single original thought... I presume you're joking, right?

Bardo: [Jerome is too uncomfortable to speak, but Bardo nonchalantly chimes in] Jimmy's a Strathmore grad.

Jimmy: Just look at me now!... Just think, Jerome, some day all this could be yours. You're going places, young man. I can feel it. But you really need to take some lessons in sucking cock and licking ass. Otherwise you might find yourself rotting away in some shit-hole, postponing suicide for the slim chance that you might one day, possibly, see some glorious plague or pestilence bring horrible suffering to your hateful species.

Jimmy: [Jerome and Bardo look at each other in shocked silence, then let out uncomfortable snickers] What are you smiling about?

Jimmy: [Jerome only shrugs, an uncomfortable grin etched on his face] Laugh away, laughing boy! I will stomp on your guts till they shoot out your ass! I will bury you alive and shit on your grave!

Toomey: Epstein, Arnold B.

Arnold Epstein: Ho, ho!

Toomey: Are there two Arnold Epsteins in this company?

Arnold Epstein: No, sergeant.

Toomey: But I heard more than one Ho.

Arnold Epstein: Yes, sergeant.

Toomey: Epstein, Arnold B.

Arnold Epstein: Ho!

Toomey: One more time.

Arnold Epstein: Ho!

Toomey: Do I make myself clear, Epstein?

Arnold Epstein: Ho!

Toomey: Do I make myself clear, Jerome?

Jerome: Ho, yes!

Toomey: Ho what?

Jerome: Ho nothing!

Toomey: Are you having trouble understanding me, Jerome?

Jerome: Ho no. I mean, no ho, sergent. Just plain ho.

Joseph Wykowski: [at chow] I suppose you think you're funny, Jerome?

Jerome: No, I think you're funny, Wykowski; you forgot to eat your aluminum tray!

Jerome: Every woman has her most vulnerable point. For some, it's the nape of the neck, the waist, the hands. For Claire, in that position, in that light, it was her knee.

Jerome: The turmoil she arouses in me gives me a sort of right over her.

Brent Leroy: Alright buddy here's your tab - time to go

Jerome: I'm not ready to go

Brent Leroy: Well I'm ready for you to go - you're getting a little sloppy. So vamoose!

Jerome: Or?

Brent Leroy: Or... skeddadle, scurry, scoot...

Jerome: I'll go when I'm good and ready

[Brent rolls up his sleeve showing his arm]

Jerome: As it turns out, I'm ready now

[and he turns to leave]

Young Joe: If I asked you to take my virginity, would that be a problem?

Jerôme: No, I don't see a problem.

Jerôme: Good job, Liz!

[Last Lines]

Young Joe: [to Jerôme] Fill all my holes.

Jerôme: What's wrong?

Young Joe: I can't feel anything.

Jerôme: What?

Young Joe: I can't feel anything. I can't feel anything. I can't feel anything!

Vincent: I don't know how to thank you.

Jerome: No, no. I got the better end of the deal. I only lent you my body. You lent me your dream.

Vincent: How the hell did you get up here?

Jerome: Oh, I could always walk... I've been faking it.

Jerome: We have to get drunk immediately.

Jerome: If at first you don't succeed... try, try again.

[During his transformation into "Jerome"]

German: There's still the matter of your height.

Vincent: How tall are you?

Jerome: 4'6"

Vincent: I meant before your accident.

Vincent: They think I killed the mission director.

Jerome: What makes you think that?

Vincent: They found my eye lash.

Jerome: Where?

Vincent: In the corridor.

Jerome: Ah well it could be worse. They could have found it in your eye.

[after vomiting]

Jerome: Do you want some of this? I could keep it for you in case you ever need it... I'm sorry. Sorry.

Jerome: What's your number, you fucking flat foot!

Jerome: [to Vincent while his legs are in vices and healing] Wanna go dancing?

Jerome: Jerome Morrow was never meant to be one step down on the podium.

Vincent: I can't go anywhere without seeing my own face. They'll recognize me.

Jerome: They won't recognize you.

Vincent: They'll recognize me.

Jerome: I don't recognize you.

Jerome: My eyes are prettier.

Jerome: What's your number? That's harassment. What's your number?

Morris: Okay. What's the password?

Jerome: You got it.

Morris: Got what?

Jerome: The password.

Morris: The password is what?

Jerome: Exactly.

Morris: The password is exactly?

Jerome: No, it's okay.

Morris: The password is okay?

Jerome: Far as I'm concerned.

Morris: Damn it, say the password!

Jerome: What.

Morris: Say the password, onion head!

Jerome: The password is what?

Morris: [frustrated] That's what I'm asking you!

Jerome: [more frustrated] It's the password!

Morris: The password is it?

Jerome: [exasperated] Ahhhhh! The password is what!

Morris: It! You just said so!

Jerome: The password isn't it! The password is?

Morris: What?

Jerome: Got it!

Morris: I got it?

Jerome: Right.

Morris: It or right?

Jerome: [also irked by the "Darling Nikki" performance] That was fucked up, what you did, man. Morris doesn't like it, and I don't like it either.

The Kid: I don't care.

Jerome: It's obvious you don't have what it takes to get to the top. But just to show we're sympathetic to your problem...

[throws tickets to Kid]

Jerome: ... here's two tickets to tonight's show. Enjoy.

[walks off, then pokes his head back in the door]

Jerome: Don't forget to bring a girlfriend.

[blow kiss]

Nagiko: How can I get pleasure writing on you? You have to write on me.

Jerome: Go on. Use my body like the pages of a book. Of your book.

Jerome: I could learn new languages to make you understood all over the world.

Woman Reporter: It's a big day for American cycling, to have two Americans beat an Olympic champ. You must feel some pride.

Jerome: Come on man, walk it off.

Muzzin: No, no, I'm alright. OK. I'm not riding for America lady. I tried riding for America. I spent four years of my life working shitty jobs so I could train and make the Olympic team and ride for my... Look at me! And then some fatasses in Washington started having opinions. The Olympic Committee started having opinions. You, you bitch, I know you! You started writing your opinions. So we boycott the Olympics. I was in the best shape of my life in the summer of 1980 and I got beat by opinions.

Woman Reporter: Is that why you're boycotting the victory ceremony?

Muzzin: What victory? There's two stages left.

Woman Reporter: Still, the fact remains...

Muzzin: You wouldn't know a fact if it banged you all night long!

Muzzin: [Muzzin tells Sarah that he hopes Marcus is okay, then notices Jerome looking at him funny] What?

Jerome: You sounded half-human.

Muzzin: I am half-human.

Morris Day: Jerome... Please tell this woman her account's overdrawn at my bank.

Jerome: Robin, stop asking for so much money!

Robin: Stop asking for money? Boy, I own a part of this joint! If it weren't for my daddy's money, y'all niggas would still be shootin' dice down at the Glam Slam! Shit, you've got some nerve talkin'...

Morris Day: Robin... Honey... Sweetheart... Baby, please! You see this?

[turns and aims his rear end to Robin, patting it twice]

Morris Day: Take a week off and kiss it all!

Morris Day: Name?

Aura: Aura.

Morris Day: Mmm... Lovely! Where'd you get that ass?

Aura: Same place you got your manners.

Morris Day: Jerome... where'd I get my manners?

Jerome: Same place she got that ass.

Morris Day: And where was that?

Jerome: Mama.

Morris Day: That's right, baby. Yo' mama!

The Kid: [pursuing Morris, Jerome and Aura] Pull over, boy!

Jerome: Man, look! The fool's following us! Rat patrol!

Morris Day: [to a drunken Aura, before the take her for a ride] Sexiness to the left of you...

Jerome: Sexiness to the right!

Morris Day: It's all about the pimp sandwich tonight!

[Morris and Jerome cackle]

Jerome: Great thoughts, great pictures, embedded in our minds, but first come alive, when they become words.

Jean Clery: I was in Cézanne visiting my Aunt Renée. She's checking into a clinic for an operation.

Jérôme: And it's in Cézanne that you found this stripper, sir?

Jean Clery: She is a young girl, Jérôme!

Jérôme: You mean a little girl, sir. She is dressed... in a very young fashion.

Jérôme: Go to bed.

Jean Clery: Come to think of it... We should buy some clothes for this poor thing.

Brigitte Latour: Waist size: 20. Bust size: 36. Shoes: 6.

Jean Clery: Will you remember that?

Jérôme: Yes, sir.

Jérôme: As the Queen of Sweden once told my mother, "Everyone at their place, and the cows will be well taken care of."

Jean Clery: Don't get upset, she'll be gone soon.

Jérôme: Where will she go?

Jean Clery: I don't know.

Jérôme: Poor child.

Jean Clery: Of course, she's a little vivacious.

Jérôme: But she is not a bad girl.

Jean Clery: She has a good heart.

Jérôme: I was going to say that! She's worth knowing.

Jean Clery, Jérôme: Yes.

Brigitte Latour: Jérôme! Jérôme, they didn't kill you, did they?

Jérôme: I think so, Miss.