Juanita Quotes in Pokemon the Movie: White - Victini and Zekrom (2011)

Juanita: You met Reshiram?

Juanita: [to Manuel] What causes you more pain? Your bruises, or my kisses?

Capt. Zargo: [to Manuel] When I first came to this village, you were being whipped. Let us see if you still enjoy the lash.

Juanita: You can cut him to ribbons and he won't talk.

Billy Madison: I swear to God I'm sick. I can't go to school.

Juanita: If you're gonna stay home today, you can help me shave my armpits.

Billy Madison: Oh my God. I'll go to school.

Billy Madison: [shouting] Where's my snack pack?

Juanita: You got a banana, you don't need no snack pack.

Billy Madison: You know I like Snack Pack. Why can't you just give me a Snack Pack?

Juanita: I thought I was your snack pack.

Juanita: Ooh that boy's a fine piece of work all right. He's a fine piece of ass though, too.

Juanita: Which one do you like?

Carmen: I like the one that's not so smart.

Juanita: Which one is that?

Ben: [in Spanish] I would like to hurl myself off a cliff and die a fiery death.

Juanita: [in Spanish] I am so with you on that.

Cissy: Well, you were born and raised in this town too, missy!

Mona: Yes, uh, yes, but I chose to rise above the attitudes of this small town, while you chose to lay spread over a gravestone and take them inside you!

Juanita: Mona!!!

Juanita: Those awful things you said about my Sidney were lies, and I want you to tell everybody they were lies!

Sissy: Sidney is dead, Jo, so let's just forget it, huh?

Joanne: Gee, Juanita, I thought this night was dedicated to remembering those days... that made us all what we are today.

Juanita: You're just one of them perverts, that's what you are!

Joanne: Well, that's what you always thought I was, Juanita.

Juanita: Believin' is so funny, isn't it? When what you believe in doesn't even know you exist.

Juanita: Well, you ain't bringin' beer in here.

Sissy: Could you just, um, turn God off for tonight and have yourself a good time?

Juanita: I wonder what made God turn away from me like that.

Sissy: I just think, um, there's so many people in the world nowadays, it's hard for him to give the personal attention that he used to.

Juanita: He is a sick boy and should be treated before he grows up into a communist.

Juanita: You do far too much messing around. I'm going to ask my Friday Bible Club to devote a prayer session to you.

Sissy: Why dont you pray for them people in China? They need it a hell of a lot more than I do.

Juanita: We were praying for them, but it didn't seem to do much good. Now we pray for rain.

[first lines]

Juanita: Jimmy Dean? Jimmy Dean! Come on back here to the five-and-dime now, Jimmy Dean. Jimmy Dean, you're out here, I know you are.

Juanita: You ain't stupid, Yvette. You're just in love with a man. When you in love with a man, he can make you feel high. So high you just be in outer space. But a man can also make you feel low. Real low. And he can keep you there. Keep you down. If you let him. Don't even worry about feeling used. It's just temporary. Everyone gets used. Men use women, women use men. Just face the fact you're going to be used. But if you feel so used, you ain't got nothing left, if the man ain't giving you the energy you need to love his ass... even when he's acting like a bastard, you need to let it go. If you ain't got nothing to give yourself or your baby... you won't have it to give to him.

Juanita: I got a date. You say I look "all right." I look good!

Juanita: Are you trying to be a salesman or a shyster? You buy from a shyster, you feel like you got took. You buy from a good salesman and you feel lucky.

Juanita: Surprise me Jody and leave the nest.

Juanita: You know you're really starting to get on my last nerve with all this little shit between you and Melvin. I'm tired of it!

Jody: What? This my house too!

Juanita: Your house? Your house? Do you pay any bills up in this motherfucker? Do you fix anything around here? When's the last time you paid a bill? All you do is eat, sleep and shit! Walking around here like you King Tut or somebody... be no mess about who's house this is... this is my house! Mine! And if I wanna bring a man all up and through here, I'll bring a man all up and through here! That's my say! Not yours!

Jody: What else do I need to know?

Juanita: Sizes. You got to know a woman's size on sight. Before she tells. Don't wait for her to tell you. You should know. Compliment them, even if they big and ugly.

Patrice: Especially if they are. Like Bernice

Juanita: That's a big bitch.

Juanita: Somebody almost walked off with all of my stuff and didn't care enough to send a note home saying "I was late for my solo conversation" or "two sizes too small for my own tacky skirts". What can anybody do with something of no value on an open market? Did you get a dime for my things? Hey, man! Where are you going with all of my stuff? This is a woman's trip and I need my stuff to "Ooh" and "Ah" about. Honest to God, somebody almost ran off with all of my stuff and I didn't bring anything but the kick and sway of it. The perfect ass for my man and none of it is theirs. This is mine, Juanita's own things. That's my name. Now give me my stuff. I see you hiding my laugh and how I sit with my legs open sometimes to give my crotch some sunlight. This is some delicate leg and whimsical kiss. I gotta have to give to my choice. So you can't have me unless I give me away. And I was doing all that till you ran off on a good thing. And who is this you left me with? Some simple bitch with a bad attitude? I want my things. I want my arm with the hot iron scar. I want my leg with the flea bite. Yeah, I want my things. I want my calloused feet and quick language back in my mouth. I want my own things. How I loved them. Somebody almost ran off with all of my stuff and I was standing there looking at myself the whole time. It wasn't a spirit that ran off with my stuff. It was a man whose ego walked 'round like Rodan's shadow. It was a man faster than my innocence. It was a lover I made too much room for. Almost ran off with all my stuff and the one running with it don't know he got it. I'm shouting, "This is mine!" and he don't even know he got it. My stuff is the anonymous ripped-off treasure of the year. Did you know somebody almost got away with me? Me, in a plastic bag under his arm. Me, Juanita Sims. Somebody almost walked off with all my stuff.

Juanita: Ever since I realized, there was someone called a colored girl or an evil woman, a bitch or a nag I been trying not to be that and leave bitterness in somebody else's cup. Come to somebody to love me without deep and nasty smelling scars from lye or being left screaming in a street of lunatics whispering, 'Slut, bitch, bitch. Nigga, get out of here with all of that.' I didn't have any of that for you. I brought you what joy I found. And I found joy. And then there's that woman who hurt you. And who you left three or four times. And then you went back after you put my heart in the bottom of your shoe. You just walked back to where you hurt and I didn't have nothing. So I went to where somebody had something for me, but none of them were you. I got a real dead loving here for you now, 'cause I don't know anymore how to avoid my own face wet with my tears because I had convinced myself that colored girls have no right to sorrow. I lived for you. I know I did it for myself, but I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand being sorry and colored at the same time. It's so redundant in the modern world.

Frank: I guess this is goodbye.

Juanita: Like you've never seen it before.

[opening lines; all in voiceover]

Yasmine: [as she dances] Dark phrases of womanhood, of never having been a girl. Half-note scattered without rhythm.

Juanita: [as she waters her plants] ... without rhythm. No tune distraught. Laughter falling over a black girl's shoulders. It's funny...

Gilda: [as she cleans dust away with her broom] ... funny. It's hysterical. The melodylessness of her dance. Don't tell nobody, don't tell a soul. She's dancing on beer cans and shingles.

Jo: [as she readies herself for bed] She's dancing on beer cans and shingles. This must be the spook house. Another song with no singers, lyrics no voices and uninterrupted solos, unseen performances. Are we ghouls? Children of horror?

Alice: [as she prays in her closet] Children of horror? The joke? Don't tell nobody, don't tell a soul. Are we animals? Have we gone crazy?

Kelly: [as she looks at a pregnancy test] ... gone crazy? I can't hear anything but maddening screams and the soft strains of death. And you promised me. You promised somebody. Anybody. Sing a black girl's song.

Nyla: [as she walks to the stage for her diploma] ... a black girl's song. Bring her out to know herself. To know you, but sing her rhythms caring...

Tangie: [as she reads over unseen documents] ... caring, struggle. Hard times, sing her song of life. She's been dead so long, closed in silence so long.

Crystal: [as she has sex with Beau Willie] ... so long.She doesn't know the sound of her own voice, her infinite beauty. She's half-note scattered without rhythm, no tune. Sing her sighs... Sing the song of her possibilities. Sing a righteous gospel. Let her be born.

Yasmine, Juanita, Gilda, Jo, Alice, Kelly, Nyla, Tangie, Crystal: [simultaneously] Let her be born and handled warmly. And this is for colored girls who have considered suicide but moved to the ends of their own rainbows.

Juanita: Frank, open the door! I know you're in there! You got a woman in there? Fine, I am sick of your mess! Without any assistance or guidance from you, I have loved you assiduously for 8 months, 2 weeks, and a day. I been stood up 4 times, left 7 packages on your doorstep, 40 poems, 2 plants, 3 handmade notecards, and I had to leave town to send them. You call at 3 am in the morning on weekdays... charming, charming! But you have been of NO assistance! I want you to know what this has been an experiment... to see how selfish I could be. To see if I could really carry on to snare a possible lover. To see if I was capable of debasing myself for the love of another. To see if I could stand not being wanted when I want to be wanted and I can not, so without any further guidance or assistance from you, I am ending this affair!

Juanita: Ever since I realized there was someone called a colored girl, or an evil woman, a bitch, or a nag, I've been trying not to be that, and leave bitterness in someone else's cup.

Juanita: Now, how many times have you heard your man say it don't feel the same? My love is too beautiful to have it thrown back on my face.

Yasmine: I like that.

Juanita: Try one.

Yasmine: What?

Juanita: Well, I do it all the time in my class. You just say, "My love is too ____," and you just fill in the blank.

Gilda: My love is too sanctified to have it thrown back on my face.

Kelly: My love is too magic to have it thrown back on my face.

Tangie: My love is too "Saturday Night" to have it thrown back on my face.

Jo: My love is too complicated to have it thrown back on my face.

Yasmine: My love is too music to have it thrown back on my face.

Juanita: Yes, and you remember that when a man tries to walk off with all your stuff!

Juanita: [enters the office] Hi! I'm Juanita Sims, and I'm so glad

[shakes hands with Jo]

Juanita: you took this meeting. Now I'll be quick, because I know you're very busy.

[sits on the chair]

Juanita: I read in your magazine about your upbringing. I just knew that this would be a program that you would respond to. First of all, I'm a nurse, and I have just opened a free health and wellness clinic in a community center in one of the poorest neighborhoods in this city. Oh, forgive me. I'm just a little nervous. As you know...

Jo: Where do I come in?

Juanita: Well... It's a little non-profit, and everything I do I do out of my own pocket and...

Jo: Let me stop you right now. I give to cancer, I give to Africa, I give to education. Those are my charities of choice.

Juanita: Well, those are all very good charities, but there is so much need in our own community.

Jo: 'Our?' We are all afforded the same opportunities in 'our' community. What they do with theirs, it is not my issue. Your answer is no. End of conversation.

Juanita: End of conversation?

Juanita: Crystal, show Miss Simmons out.

[Crystal comes in]

Jo: It's Sims. Miss Juanita Sims.

[leaves Jo's table]

Crystal: [to Juanita] Right this way.

Juanita: [stops and turns back to Jo] No. I've been waiting out there in that damn lobby of yours for over an hour for you. Now, it's cool, you don't want to give any money, I get that. But this attitude, this blatant disrespect for other people's time and feelings, well, honey, that's just ridiculous. Does it take all of this for you to be that? Then, honey, if it does, then you may be paying just a little too much. And I can see myself out of this tacky-ass place. Ain't got no color up in here, all this white. No color up in this place, including you.

[walks out of the office]

Juanita: Tacky-ass heifer. Wait till I tell everybody how tacky you are. I can show my own self out, thank you very much.

[tries to open the door]

Juanita: How do I open this damn door?

Juanita: I got a real dead loving here for you now, because I don't know anymore how to avoid my own face wet with my tears! Because I had convinced myself that colored girls have no right to sorrow!

Frank: I guess this is goodbye.

Juanita: Like you've never seen it before.