Josie Quotes in Heatstroke (2013)

Paul: I wouldn't mess with Tally, Jo. She's Tough. She's got balls.

Josie: Yeah, well we know she has your balls.

[last lines]

Tally: I promised to go back. I need to say goodbye.

Josie: Mom, I want to go with her. I want to say goodbye too.

Miriam: Honey, it's a miracle you survived.

Josie: It's a miracle.

Josie's Husband: [Their son was apparently bitten] These bright ideas you get... bringing a 7-year-old child through this filth! Only YOU could have thought of it!

Josie: There was absolutely no way of knowing the trouble we'd run into.

Josie's Husband: Dumb broad! The living image of a modern mother! You couldn't be so mean to leave our boy at a nice safe school for a couple weeks! Not her! 'Oh, no! Not to bring our boy along with us would be cruel!' Doesn't matter if he's eaten by mosquitoes... or wounded by a native lunatic!

Lia Rousseau: [Annoyed] Oh, please! You're not gonna begin that again!

Josie's Husband: [Sarcastic] Oh, no! I'm sorry! Naturally, the great Lia Rousseau can't possibly be disturbed listening to the complaints of a man who's upset about his boy! No, she's on a special mission. The idol of a TV audience who doesn't get enough violence and BLOODSHED!

Josie: We can't change who he is... not without dropping him in a vat of toxic waste.

[pause]

Josie: Steve!

Steve: Where would we even find a vat of...

Josie: *Steve*!

Steve: Son, I'm only going to asking you this.

Will Stronghold: Dad, I swear, I didn't plan this.

Steve: All right. That's good enough for me.

Josie: Steve, I've got half a mind not to let him go to homecoming!

Will Stronghold: That's fine; I'm not going anyway.

Steve: Whoa, whoa, your mom said she had half a mind!

Josie: [flies to tackle a giant robot on Will's first day at Sky High] You sure he'll be ok? What if he forgets his lunch?

Steve: Josie, Josie, you've got to stop babying the boy!

Josie: You're right, you're right...

Lt. Lee Hampton: Look, if I bother you, go somewhere else.

Josie: Oh, cut it. Cut it, I said!

Vera: Look, nobody talks to me like that. I'll kill that dame!

Josie: Sorry, we don't serve liars here. Can I get you a cup of bullshit for the road?

Josie: Big store.

Jim Dodge: Huge.

Josie: And you're happy, you know, you're happy.

Jim Dodge: I'm not happy. I'm working nights, everybody thinks I'm a liar, my whole family's laughing at me... Reverend Harwell gave me the finger last week!

Jim Dodge: I look at my high school yearbook, and I don't see four fabulous years. Actually, what I'm reminded of, is what it feels like to have my underwear yanked up my ass by some big football player with arms like telephone poles.

Josie: Okay, and where are those guys now?

Jim Dodge: [self-effacing] I know they're not working nights at Target, I can tell you that.

[aiming a playful slap at her shoulder]

Josie: [laughs] Yeah, you know, I look at my yearbook, and I see four fabulous years... that are gonna be the highlight of my life.

Jim Dodge: [into himself:] Here's what it's like. First, you feel a hand going down the back of your pants, and tighten around the elastic waistband, and then...

Josie: [into herself:] Highlight.

Jim Dodge: Sometimes I'd actually see stars.

Josie: [muttering to herself:] It's not gonna get any better.

Jim Dodge: [continuing] And if I was particularly unlucky, my shorts would, like, rip completely free, and I would get this really drastic fabric...

Josie: [bothered] Do you hear me?

Jim Dodge: Yeah.

Josie: I don't really care about a graphic description of a childhood prank.

Jim Dodge: Hey, that prank was a motif in my life.

Josie: You know, I'm... locked... in this store here... because I didn't have the guts to steal a skirt so that I could get arrested and embarrass my father in this... this stupid, desperate, childish, pathetic attempt to leave home.

[scoffs]

Josie: You have your underwear yanked up your ass. I have my entire life yanked up my ass!

[scoffing at herself]

Jim Dodge: I hope you don't take this the wrong way. I've had dreams about you.

Josie: You've had dreams about me?

Jim Dodge: [defensively:] Not recently.

[shaking his head]

Jim Dodge: I've had... dreams about you in the past.

[blowing that off:]

Jim Dodge: I've had dreams about entire cheerleading squads, don't get me wrong.

[laughs]

Jim Dodge: Kid's stuff, you know. How about you?

Josie: Do I dream? It's about all I do.

[causing him to gaze at her in surprise]

Josie: [after unusual dinner in supermarket] Shouldn't you be cleaning up the store?

Jim Dodge: [puffing cigar] I've got plenty of time.

Josie: It's a big store.

Jim Dodge: Huge.

Josie: Always smoke cigars?

Jim Dodge: I enjoy a good one after a fine meal. It settles the stomach.

Josie: You're the town liar, right?

Jim Dodge: [that strikes home hard, and he takes a while to recover from hurt] What?

Josie: I'm sorry, that... ah, that really came out wrong.

Jim Dodge: [scoffs] As if something like that could come out right.

Josie: I don't think you see what I'm getting at.

Jim Dodge: I see what you're getting at. I'm a lying monk with an Oedipus complex and an appetite for home cooking. Don't forget, you are the indecisive shoplifter.

Josie: [elated jump] Yes! Exactly! I would do anything to be in your shoes.

Jim Dodge: These are Darnell's shoes.

Josie: You know, you have freedom, and you're not using it. It makes me sad.

Jim Dodge: Well, you have the collective wealth of the entire town, and you're trying to get yourself arrested, now that makes me sad.

Josie: It makes me sad too.

Jim Dodge: It's pretty stupid.

Josie: It's very stupid.

Jim Dodge: Are you serious? I mean, you haven't been drinking? This isn't the bottle talking?

Josie: No.

Jim Dodge: Then why don't you just talk to the guy?

Josie: For the same reason you can't leave home. I can't tell my father to go to hell.

Jim Dodge: Why not?

Josie: Because I don't want to be alone.

Josie: Would you go with me somewhere?

Jim Dodge: Where?

Josie: Florida. Wyoming, Spain. It doesn't really matter, just away somewhere.

Jim Dodge: I'd love to. I just can't afford to be... capricious and carefree like yourself. I... I... I got to set my sights on something and then really go for it.

Josie: Like janitor?

Jim Dodge: It's a beginning. I... I'm looking at...

Josie: It's an end.

[Often cited as the first time the word "fuck" was heard in the cinema]

Josie: Get out of here, you fucking bastard!

[last lines]

Josie: Did you get our present?

Josie: So you're just two brothers in a car, armed with only your talents. The dark, lonely, and endless road stretched out in front of you. No limits, no limitations, just whatever you want, whenever you want?

Davy Mitchell: Yeah, it's just like that, only much less exciting.

Josie: [McEwen caressing her shoulder] What are you a chiropractor? You rub me the wrong way.

Kalita: This no place for white missy. I know. I big travel man.

Josie: I big travel man, too! All the way from Coney Island to Fiji Island. That's little Josie.

Kalita: MacDougal's is bad place! Bad men. Not good for little Missy.

Josie: Bad men don't scare little Missy! Little Missy kick 'em in stomach.

MacDougal: Who do you think you are?

Josie: Get out that can of tomato soup. I'm the unexpected guest!

Josie: Don't be so formal, Mac! Just call me Josie. You see, there was three of us, all named Josie, except Clara and her name was Irene.

MacDougal: Go on, show us how cheeky.

Josie: As the dog with the fleas said, that's me all over!

Josie: Hello, beechnut! How's for a little action?

MacDougal's Patron: Don't take no backtalk, lady.

Josie: Advice, is it? That's true charity! Given away what cha need most!

Josie: I don't need no assistance, thanks! My father was a bouncer in the tenth ward. My mother was a lion tamer with Ringling's. I was raised on raw meat and red pepper. Boo!

Josie: Then came the dawn. I went on the stage, Brendan's Burlesque Beauties. Shapely and - snappy. Joined the hoofers and viewed the hemispheres.

[delivering a cocktail]

Josie: There you are big shot. Hot and heavy. Take it with an asbestos teaspoon.

Josie: I'd leave you my photograph or a lock of my hair, only, I'll be seein' ya!

MacDougal: It's no great shakes of a room, but if you suit, I'll fix you up with a cabin of your own.

Josie: Okay, boss! Only no vermin in my cabin - especially the two-legged kind. Get me?

Josie: Hey! Come around tomorrow and I'll blow you to a pot of jam.

Kalita: Yes, Missy.

McEwen: Well, how's the little girl?

Josie: Just as you see me, boyfriend, unspoiled by the world's applause.

McEwen: Got you a nice little room, eh?

Josie: Yeah, with a nice little key on the inside of the door.

McEwen: A pretty kid like you can't afford to be snippy.

Josie: Oh, can't afford to be anything else.

McEwen: Say, who do you think got you this job?

Josie: Say, did you ever get an empty stocking for Christmas?

Josie: Hello, Bozo. Hey, time to wake up! Come there, wake up.

Jim: Who in blazes are you?

Josie: Lon Chaney.

Josie: Keep your shirt on, kid. I didn't mean to hurt ya.

Josie: Do you want it that bad?

Jim: If I don't have it I - I've got to have it!

Josie: Aw, get if off your chest and maybe you'll forget it.

Jim: Do you know what liquid fire is?

Josie: Yeah, the Dutchmen used to shoot outta guns.

Jim: No. Out of pipes, hitched up to tanks they carried on their shoulders. Like water pipes. And the fire came hissing, curling, like water. Twenty, fifty feet. On whatever it touched, it burned. Flesh. On bone. On brains!

Josie: Geez!

Jim: I saw them burn. The boys beside me. Just boys, most of them. Crying like children. Calling on God to end them. Wrapped in fire!

Josie: Oh, don't. Don't!

Jim: We cried, "God and the Right!" Only, God wasn't with us that time.

Jim: I can't face fire. I've tried. And I'm finished.

Josie: Bunk! You gotta learn to take it on the chin and like it.

Jim: You're a sweet girl, trying to buck me up. But, if you really want to help me - will you please do just one favor? Will you please get me a drink!

Josie: You gotta scram outta Fiji snapping.

Jim: Why?

Josie: That McEwen, baby. He'll be layin' for ya.

Jim: Oh, it isn't important.

Josie: It is to me! You got in this jam on account of me and I'm gonna get you outta this, pronto! He's a bad hombre!

Josie: Cut it out, Bozo! You ain't gotta Chinaman's chance!

Kalita: Bad. Bad for Missy, keep white fella in cabin. People say, Missy not nice.

Josie: What a nice girl should do, huh? Well, I ain't a nice girl, see. I'm just little Josie, doin' a Mammy number.

Jim: Did you ever know me when I wasn't thirsty?

Josie: I ain't known you but two weeks.

Josie: This heredity racket is the world's greatest alibi - for geezers who have misplaced their backbone.

Jim: Allow me.

Josie: Easiest thing I do.

Jim: My name's Jameson.

Josie: Oh, yeah? I've seen that name on bottles.

Josie: You don't have to give your name away. I can see you're class, all right.

Jim: You take a lot for granted, Josie.

Josie: You can't fool a horse fly. Any beachcomber that's fuzzy about his fingernails and spends his last dime on a safety razor blade, can't talk me into thinkin' his family all lived in one room and took in boarders.

Josie: Go on, a big timer like you, there must have been some fem? But, you don't have to tell me.

Jim: I'd like to tell you, Josie. I was going to marry a girl.

Josie: A really lady?

Jim: A cousin of mine. Frightfully good looking. She swore she'd help me fight that fear. The fire fear. You understand.

Josie: What a dim bulb, she turned out to be.

Jim: Do you mind telling me what's funny?

Josie: I was just thinkin', wouldn't it be a joke on that dame if you went back to wherever ya come from, cold sober, and no more afraid of fire than you are of a dog or a gun or a half-caste or of anything? Wouldn't that be a honey, Captain Jameson?

Josie: Cut out the bar varnish for keeps!

Jim: I'm doing my best, Josie.

Josie: I gotta be on my way now.

Jim: Don't go, Josie.

Josie: If I stay here forever, you won't be glad to see me come back! So long.

Jim: Oh, I say, I smashed another dish.

Josie: Lucky it wasn't an only child.

Josie: Listen, Bozo, you're still kinda shaky. And, no wonder, cuttin' out the hooch like you have. You don't want to go exaggeratin' what I done and gettin' all Jolson about it.

Jim: I'm a rotter to make love to you, I know. But, Jo, you've been so dear and wonderful. I tell myself I mustn't; but, I just can't help loving you.

Josie: Now, don't go mixin' up love and gratitude. 'Cause they ain't no more alike than champagne and Ovaltine!

Josie: I know you're a real swell and I ain't gonna go grabbin' ya off, just when you're down on your luck and thankful to anyone that slips you a kind word.

Jim: [Jim kisses Josie] Do you think that's gratitude, Josie?

Josie: Oh, I don't know what it is. But, it feels - elegant.

Jim: You're dead right. I have no business making love to a woman. A coward.

Josie: Don't you say that! Don't you think it even. You ain't no coward! You're - why you're a pip!

Josie: You're the best man in all Suva, Jim, if you'll only stay off the hooch.

Josie: You're gonna lick that too! There ain't nothin' you can't do once you make up your mind to it.

Jim: If I do, if I do lick it, will you let me say, "I love you"?

Josie: If you promise to say it a lot.

Josie: What cha done with him? Tell me before I scratch that grin off your yellow face!

McEwen: Now, now, now...

Josie: Let go of me! Let go of me!

McEwen: You're a bit unstrung, Josie.

Josie: You'll see what I am!

McEwen: I fancy you've been working too hard, day and - night.

Josie: You would think that! You dirty half-breed!

Josie: Well, here you are folks. Here's your alcohol rub.

Female British Tourist: Quaint, eh? Interesting type.

Josie: Yeah, they throw me raw fish every morning at eight. Stick around and hear me bark.

Male British Tourist: I say, it's a white man!

Josie: The whitest man of you all!

Josie: You've licked the fear! You've licked it for good and all!

[last lines]

Jim: Will you come home to England with me, Josie?

Josie: Will I? Wire the King and Queen to lay out the guest towels!