Julie Quotes in Red Dawn (2012)

[the group just ate stolen Subway]

Daryl Jenkins: Oh, ho, I missed this.

Julie: You know what else I miss? Pizza.

Greg: Toilets that flush.

Daryl Jenkins: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare.

Robert: Dude, we're living Call of Duty. And it sucks.

Tanner: We're trying to link up with a group of insurgents working in the area. Call themselves Wolverines. You ever hear of them?

Julie: Yeah, we've heard of them.

Jed Eckert: You here to help them out?

Tanner: No. Actually, we were hoping they can help *us* out.

[Having just arrived to Key West, Florida, Danny and Ray see a crowd of people gathered at the docks]

Danny Costanzo: What's going on? What happened?

Ray Hughes: I don't know. Maybe a ship sank.

Danny Costanzo: Somebody drown?

Julie: We're watching the sunset.

Ray Hughes: Yeah, right.

Danny Costanzo: Really, what happened?

Julie: The sun is setting, can't you see it?

Ray Hughes: Don't give us that, the sun sets every night!

Julie: Yeah, and we come out every night to watch it. Isn't it beautiful?

Danny Costanzo: [to Ray] Maybe we should check this out.

Ray Hughes: Yeah, well, it better be good.

Julie: Why would anybody want to shoot at a police station?

[Julie, Odin, and Zeek need to cross the lava river]

Chartog: [to Julie] I am Chartog, guardian of the river. I know the way across, and I will tell you. You just have to...

[Chuckles pervertedly]

Chartog: ... kiss me.

Julie: Ugh... No way!

Chartog: [chuckles] What's the matter, my precious? Don't you find me... attractive?

[chuckles pervertedly]

Julie: [hesitantly] Ugh... if this is what it takes to kill Tyler...

Chartog: [chuckles] That's a good girl. Help your friends... it will be over soon...

Julie: [leans in, groans] Who will I have to kiss to get back?

[Kisses Chartog, his slimey tongue darting into her mouth]

Zeek: [sees what's going on] Hey, what are you doing?

[Julie sees him and Odin on the boat, which is floating in the lava river, making her time with Chartog a complete waste]

Zeek: We're waiting for you.

Julie: [furiously] Son of a bitch!

[draws a fist back]

Julie: KISS *THIS!*

[slugs Chartog and knocks him into the lava river]

Odin: [disturbed] Your people have strange customs.

[Julie steps onto the boat]

Julie: [huffs] Tell me about it.

Julie: [after killing Tyler] Now we must destroy the key.

Odin: Perhaps, perhaps not!

[strikes Julie with a whip]

Julie: [stunned] O-Odin, why?

Odin: Because...

[rips open his robe and reveals himself to be a n Arakacian]

Odin: I am Arakacian! My charade fooled the insufferable Holy Landers and even that little stone idiot! What makes you think a pathetic mortal can stop me?

[Julie and Wanda are looking at pictures of a dead kid]

Julie: That new camera really captures the moments.

Wanda: I know. The reds are so red. It really gets me hot.

Bozo: [about Melvin] AHH! He's stressin' me, Julie, he is STRESSIN' ME!

Julie: Oh, Bozo.

Bozo: I can't take it, Julie, I cannot take it! He is screwin' up my karma! AHHHHHHHHHH! I'M STRESSED!

Bozo: [about Melvin, who is clumsily mopping] Would you take a look at that fucking guy? The mop boy. Can't even mop right!

Julie: He's SO stupid!

Slug: He's always got that shit-eatin' grin on his face. What's he so happy about?

Bozo: I HATE that mop boy.

Julie: [as Melvin approaches] I think that creep's comin' over here!

Bozo: [sniffs] Julie, you... uh, smell somethin'?

Julie: Ew! Pee-you! What's that stink?

Melvin Junko: [sniffs] G-Gee, t-that's funny, I don't smell nothin'.

[Julie hits Pete across the head]

Julie: Nice job.

Pete: Okay, I really did not like that at all, all right? Let me just explain somethin'. I was blending.

Julie: You just blended your ass right out of the club, man

Pete: Oh, come on! They're gonna let me back in the club.

Julie: Oh no, I believe the words were "you're gone for-f*cking-ever." Greer's gonna kick your ass

Pete: Hey you know what? Eat me.

Julie: Come on. Lets go. You wanna lose another fight, Petey?

Pete: No. Who was the guy that you were talkin' to all night?

Julie: What guy?

Pete: Yeah, "what guy." What guy?

Linc: A suspect?

Julie: What? No. I don't even know what he's talkin' about. God, how could you see anything? You had your head buried in a pair of tits all night.

Pete: I could see things because I got eyes behind my head, all right? Julie's got a boyfriend. Julie's got...

Julie: Please grow up!

Pete: Let's all together, in harmony.

Pete: Man this job sucks.

Linc: Beats jail.

Julie: A deal's a deal.

Det. Tricky: Hey ma mere. Where you going with that fine little ass baby? Why don't ya get out on the street earn a real living huh, start hustling (laughing)

Julie: What?

Det. Tricky: She digs me. You have your hall pass young lady?

Julie: Yeah you wanna see my hall pass?

Det. Tricky: Yeah and I wanna see you in detention.

Pete: Hey hey, why do you have to be such a pussy huh, leave her alone alright.

Det. Tricky: Who are you calling a pussy? Pussy!

Jake Hayes: So you're leaving me and going back to Ken, that's what I asked you...

Julie: The Ken part is just business.

Jake Hayes: Then what's the leaving me part, pleasure?

Julie: Pain.

[last lines]

Gaylord Oaks: Your wife is calling you, Mr. Hayes.

Julie: Husband...

Gaylord Oaks: Get in the car - bitch.

[about her probation cases]

Julie: I only handle young, single women.

Coogan: [moving closer] Yeah. Me too.

Julie: Let me consult my files. I only handle young single girls.

Coogan: Yeah... me too!

Julie: [Addressing to the King]

Julie: Even death is so scared of him... as much as the film industry is scared of piracy

Julie: It makes a great white look like a fresh water trout

Julie: Looks like Nessie was on the menu

Julie: I know what you've got. You've got a gateway to hell under your house. And that is really cool.

André Verne: Whenever you want sanctuary, babe, here's where you'll find it.

[tapping thumb to chest]

André Verne: Right here, in the ol' temple.

Julie: Don't tap your heart, you'll break your finger. And if you're sanctuary, I'll take whatever else is lying around.

Julie: And as for going around with you, I still pick my own gutters

Julie: Don't give me any of that Sister-come-to-Salvation. Look, I'm not buying any. I know the routine. It starts out with a prayer, and ends up with a Bible in one hand and me in the other!

Julie: When you've drifted as much as I have then you're glad to drop anchor - even if it is in the mud.

André Verne: A woman'd be a chump to go on with a guy like me, wouldn't she? What could she win? It's what you call makin' it the hard way. You can't travel that way, can ya baby?

Julie: Maybe that's it. But you'd do me a favor and drag me along with you anyway, wouldn't ya? From sewer to sewer.

André Verne: But on plush cushions!

André Verne: I said, where you from, baby?

Julie: Marseille.

André Verne: Marseille? Hmm, hot blue nights, the right kind of music, it's a date.

Julie: A romantic convict. What are you in for? Stealing doilies?

André Verne: I'll take all they've got, for a little of this. I don't know what you'll look like tomorrow, but right now, baby, you're the most beautiful dame in the world. Does that mean anything to you?

Julie: Not a thing!

André Verne: No. Supposing I wasn't a convict? Supposing I was sailing through on my yacht or a guy selling brushes?

Julie: Yeah, suppose I was Snow White!

André Verne: So you outsmarted me, huh?

Julie: That's what happens, they tell me, when smart people get together. One of them winds up ahead.

Julie: Remember this Pig, you're the one man in the world I could never get low enough to touch. Now, get outta here and leave me alone!

Moll: I see you brought a friend along with you, too. Always room for one more in the boat.

Julie: And if there isn't, you can always stay behind.

Moll: We'll cut up our rations with you and our water. What do you say?

André Verne: Big-hearted, ain't you Moll.

Moll: Why not. We're all together, aren't we? Everything is share and share alike, with us. With all of us, ain't it! With everything.

André Verne: Sure it is, with everything that's yours if not mine. Do you get that, Moll? And do you get it, you mugs? Take a good look, because that's all that any of you are going to get.

Marty: So, you ready to rock?

Julie: Well, you're not going to play your guitar, are you?

Marty: Uh, no. I was just thinking we could watch a movie or something.

Julie: I like you too Marty. I mean, I even broke up with Vern for you.

Marty: Really?

Julie: Well no, Vern was just a dick and I should have broken up with him a long time ago. But I really do like you.

Julie: It looks so... new.

Stu: Well that's because it is new!

Julie: But the heirloom - your grandmother's ring...

Stu: What? You want a used ring?

[Stu goes into a phone booth to call the authorities and report the car crash, unaware that a large red pipe loosened by the crash is starting to tilt over towards the booth]

Julie: [sees the pipe start to move] Stu!

[Stu turns around a waves to her, then turns back to the phone as the pipe starts to fall]

Julie: [screams] STU!

[Stu waves at her again, and the pipe falls on the booth, putting Stu in a coma]

[last lines]

Stu Miley: [Buster runs over to Stu, who is near a fountain] Hey buddy! How are ya?

[chuckles]

Stu Miley: How are ya?

[Stu stands up and sees Julie, who is by the fountain]

Julie: [looks into Stu's eyes] Is it you? Is it really you this time?

[they kiss and the camera turns to Herb, who is in the water near the fountain]

Herb: [to the camera] People, for the love of God, take off your clothes. Take *off* your clothes!

[the scenery turns to cartoon, Herb flies away, a number of people remove their clothing and become monkeys]

Montoya Santana: I'm sorry to hear about Neto.

Julie: I don't know what to say to you.

Montoya Santana: Whatever, you know.

Julie: You're like two people. One is like a kid. Doesn't know how to dance, doesn't know how to make love. That's the one I cared about. But the other one, the other one I hate. The one who knows, the one who has this wrapdown, who knows how to run drugs, who kills people!

Montoya Santana: I don't have to listen to this shit, alright? If you were a man, I'd...

Julie: You'd kill me! Oh no. No, you'd fuck me in the ass, right? Right?

Montoya Santana: I guess we got nothing to say to eachother.

Julie: You know when I met you, I was impressed. Yeah, you talked about La Raza and education and the revolution, but you know what man? You really don't care about any revolution, do you? You're nothing but a fucking dope dealer.

Montoya Santana: Just a road to where we're going, esa.

Julie: Bullshit.

Montoya Santana: Sabes que? I don't do drugs, I don't even like them, but they're there, and it's a reality. And if I don't take care of that business, somebody else will.

Julie: Yeah, well, your business kills kids, man! It kills kids! Like Neto and Pablito and, and Miko, my son, who look up to you! Man, they idolize the ground you walk on!

Montoya Santana: What the fuck do you want from me? Do you want me to start over, esa? Get a job? How about become a citizen?

Julie: There's no fucking hope... for our kids, for our barrios... with people like you around.

Montoya Santana: You want to know something? I never been to the beach before.

Julie: For reals?

Montoya Santana: Yeah, for reals.

Julie: Half the time I regret it.

Jamie: Then why do you do it?

Julie: Because half the time I dont regret it.

Julie: [talking about the cigarettes] Can I have one?

Dorothea: No, they're really bad for you.

Julie: You smoke all the time.

Dorothea: You know when I started, they weren't bad for you, they were just stylish, sort of edgy, so... It's different for me.

Julie: I think being strong is the most important quality. It's not being vulnerable, it's not being sensitive. It's not even. Honestly, it's not even being happy. It's about strength and your durability against the other emotions.

Julie: Don't you need a man to raise a man?

Dorothea: No, I don't think so.

Julie: I think that I'm too close to you... to have sex with you.

Jamie: What's it like? For girls.

Julie: What? Sex?

Jamie: Orgasms.

Julie: Do you really wanna know what it's like?

Jamie: Yeah.

Julie: I don't have them.

Julie: I don't wanna just have sex with you.I want you.But it's your version of me.It's not me.It would be a lot better if you just wanted sex.You are exactly like the other guys.You just seem like you're all modern.

Julie: Love is supposed to be a feeling that you feel.People say that they're falling in love, but they're not actually falling in love.It's a fake connection that you feel with someone and marriage should never happen.

Julie: Home birth actually stunts the baby's growth personality.

[last lines]

Julie: Do you remember your name yet?

R: No.

Julie: Well, you know, you could just give yourself one. Just pick one. Whatever you want.

R: I like R.

Julie: Really? You don't want to know what it was? You don't want your old life back?

R: No. I want this one.

Julie: Just R, huh?

R: Just R.

Julie: What's with all the vinyl? Couldn't figure out how to work an iPod?

R: Better... sound.

Julie: Oh, you're a purist, huh?

R: More... alive.

Julie: Yep, that's true. A lot more trouble, though.

[R shrugs]

Julie: There you go again. Shrugging! Stop... shrugging, shrugger. It's a very noncommittal gesture.

[R shrugs again]

Julie: Really?

Nora: [seeing R] Oh my God! Is that him?

Julie: Yeah...

[R waves to Nora]

Nora: [waving back] Sup?

Julie: I actually miss him.

Nora: You... you miss... him...

Julie: I know, I'm so stupid.

Nora: Like... like you're attracted to him...

Julie: No, I don't...

Nora: Like... he could be your boyfriend? Your zombie... zombie boyfriend?

[pause]

Nora: I mean, I know it's really hard to meet guys right now, with the apocalypse and stuff. Trust me. And like I know that you miss Perry. But Julie, this is just weird. Like, I wish the internet was still working so I could just look up what whatever it is that's wrong with you.

M: Want... to help.

Julie: Who the hell asked you?

M: [to R] Like her.

Perry: What the hell are you doing here? Are you actually dreaming right now?

R: I'm not sure.

Perry: You can't dream, corpse. Dreaming's for humans.

Julie: Chill out, Perry. He can dream if he wants to.

[Julie approaches R]

Julie: What about you, R? What do you want to be?

R: I don't know. I don't even know what I am.

Julie: Well you can be whatever you want. Isn't that what they say?

R: We can, right? You and me?

[Julie nods]

Perry: It's not gonna happen, lover boy. Not after you told her you ate her ex.

R: No matter what... we stay together... we're changing everything.

Julie: I know.

R: Stay together... promise.

Julie: I promise.

Julie: What are you?

Lars: I have them on the "body" system.

Julie: The "body" system?

Lars: Yeah, the body system.

[blows whistle and screams]

Lars: BODY!

Boys: [holding hands] BUDDY!

Lars: BODY!

Boys: BUDDY!

Lars: BODY!

Boys: BUDDY!

Julie: Oh! 'Buddy'!

Pat Finley: Did you talk to child services?

Julie: Yeah, they said they'd like to come out and investigate but they can't come for two weeks.

Pat Finley: That's too long. Tim, what did your lawyer say?

Tim: He said it's dicey, we don't have any hard evidence.

Pat Finley: Hard evidence? Tony's hard evidence, just look at the guy!

Tim: It's what the lawyer said.

Tim: [sees the kids have locked Tony up] Oh good God!

Pat Finley: This is insane!

Julie: This is great!

Gerry: So, what was you guys' plan?

Pat Finley: What do you guys think you're doing?

Gerry: Taking over the camp.

Tim: Guys, you can't kidnap the owner of a camp! They give people the *chair* for things like this.

Gerry: It was self defense, you have to believe us.

Julie: I believe you.

Roy: Pat, you know what? He snapped!

Josh: He was going to make us climb a thousand foot mountain!

[all the campers start talking at once about Tony's insane antics]

Julie: He said that he loved me.

Helen: Men say that. They all say that. Then they cum.

Julie: [door slams as Tod leaves after having a fight with Julie] If he thinks I'm having his baby now, he's crazy!

Helen: [shocked] Baby?

George Bowman: Your daughter's having a baby?

Helen: [even more shocked] A baby?

George Bowman: You're going to be a grandma?

Helen: [laughs incredulously] No, no, no, no. I'm too young to be a grandmother. Grandmothers are old. They bake, and they sew, and they tell you stories about the Depression.

[shouts]

Helen: I was at Woodstock, for Christ's sake! I peed in a field! I hung on to The Who's helicopter as it flew away!

[gestures wildly]

George Bowman: I was at Woodstock.

Helen: [shouts] Oh yeah? I thought you looked familiar!

Julie: I wouldn't live with you if the world were flooded with piss and you lived in a tree!

[Tod is struggling with Julie]

Tod: Julie, you belong with me!

Helen: [hitting him] Let go of her!

Tod: You're my wife!

Helen: I said-!

[stops]

Helen: His what?

Julie: His wife. We got married a few days ago.

Helen: [hitting her] Are you out of your *mind*? Are you out of your *mind*?

Helen: [whimpers as she flips through the stack of sex photos of Julie and Tod]

[Julie enters the room and Helen holds up a picture]

Helen: I... I... I think this this one is my favorite.

Julie: It was just for fun, Mom.

Helen: Well, I'm glad to know it's not a job. That's that Tod, isn't it? There's one with his face.

[as she looks closer at the photos]

Julie: Is that what bothers you? That I did those things? Or that I did those things with Tod?

Helen: Gee whiz, Julie, so many things bother me about this, I don't know where to separate them.

[holds up a different photo]

Helen: Oh! Whoo! Here's something for my wallet!

Julie: Tod is very important to me.

Helen: And we've got the photos to prove it!

[as she holds up the sex photos again]

Julie: Mom...

Helen: [looking again at the photos] This is your room. You did these things right here? In my house?

Julie: Well, I thought someone in this house ought to be having sex. I mean with something that doesn't require batteries.

Julie: I can't do this! This is too intense!

Helen: This is marriage!

Helen: I swear, Julie, if you walk out that door, don't you dare come back!

Julie: Don't worry about it!

[Garry enters]

Julie: Hey Garry.

Garry: Hi.

Julie: I'm moving out.

Garry: Bye.

[walks out of the room]

Helen: See? Now you've upset your brother!

Tod: [upon finding Julie at her own house with her mother] Julie, you're here!

Julie: What does that make you, Sherlock Holmes? I live here!

Julie: I can't believe I trusted him...

Helen: Well, what did you expect from a kid like that?

Julie: Oh, Mom, back off. The last guy you dated stole our furniture.

Julie: I miss Dorothy.

Michael Dorsey: You don't have to. She's right here. And she misses you. Look, you don't know me from Adam. But I was a better man with you, as a woman... than I ever was with a woman, as a man. You know what I mean? I just gotta learn to do it without the dress. At this point, there might be an advantage to my wearing pants. The hard part's over, you know? We were already... good friends.

Julie: [answering phone] Hello?

Dorothy Michaels: That's a corncob.

Julie: I know I'm pretty and I use it. I just guess I shouldn't have gone to Dr. Brewster's office so late.

Dorothy Michaels: Well, no, that's not true. You know, Dr. Brewster has tried to seduce several nurses on this ward, always claiming to be in the throes of an uncontrollable impulse. Do you know what?

Ron Carlisle: Uh-oh.

Dorothy Michaels: I think I'm gonna give every nurse on this floor an electric cattle prod, and just instruct them to just *zap* him in his badoobies.

Julie: [Tries, unsuccessfully, to hold back a giggle]

Ron Carlisle: Cattle prod?

Dorothy Michaels: Ruby? Hi, you wanna open the Yellow Pages under the section, Farm Equipment Retail...

Mrs. Crawley, Amy's Nanny: Miss Nichols.

Dorothy Michaels: Oh, my stars!

Julie: Dorothy, this is Mrs. Crowley. She helps me with Amy.

Mrs. Crawley, Amy's Nanny: THAT CHILD WILL NEVER LEARN ANYTHING IF...

Julie: Thank you, Mrs. Crowley.

[whispering, to Dorothy]

Julie: She scares the shit out of me.

Julie: It's just weird how time erases things.

Fern: Time doesn't erase things, people erase things.

Julie: Yeah, people erase people.

Julie: How can you do that? Frame some guy for Liz's murder?

Courtney: Life's a bitch, then you die.

Julie: No, honey. You're the bitch!

Courtney: [leans in tauntingly] Oh, so aggressive! It's turning me on!

Courtney: Wait a minute.

Julie: What?

Courtney: Rape... they'll check to se if she was raped right? Maybe Liz had a friend over, you know, Mommy and Daddy's last night away, maybe he's from school, maybe not. But definitely into kink. He got a little rough, went a little to far, you know, there's a fine line between pleasure and pain. She screamed for help, but no one could hear her. Her screams were muffled by the huge candy ball, she tried, but there was nothing, only sugary sweet death.

Marcie: Oh my God, that like, totally gave me the chills.

Marcie: AHH! She is gonna die! This is so much better then what we did last year!

Courtney: I wish *I* had friends that would do this for *me*!

Julie: Yeah right! You'd have us killed!

Courtney: Brutally maimed, my dear.

[Julie approaches Fern, now turned into Vylette, who in turn is with Courtney and Marcie]

Marcie: Do you smell something?

Julie: Hi, Fern.

Marcie: Fern? We don't know a Fern.

Vylette: My name's Vylette.

Julie: What?

Vylette: My name's Vylette.

Courtney: Learn it.

Marcie: Live it.

Marcie, Courtney: Love it.

Courtney: Listen bitch, one word and you're over, I mean that.

Julie: I'm not scared of you anymore Courtney.

Courtney: We saw you, we all know you did it.

Julie: No one will ever believe you!

Courtney: Ask Fern, ask Marcie... We saw everything.

Julie: You fucking liar.

Courtney: One word, and you perish, I promise you that... Toodles!

Julie: It's over Courtney.

Courtney: I am petrified.

Paul Hackett: What's your name?

Julie: Julie.

Paul Hackett: My name's Paul.

Julie: Rough night, Paul?

Julie: Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo?

Paul Hackett: Yes... yes, I do.

Julie: Then why don't you touch it?

Julie: Where were you last night?

Alfie: I thought we agreed we weren't asking each other those questions.

Julie: Hey, you guys are fighting; it's like the '80s all over again!

Ricki: Can't you just call in sick and skip therapy?

Julie: No, mom, I am sick, that's why I'm in therapy.

Julie: Kieran, You remember Tim?

Kieran: [nods] ... the stock broker.

Tim: No, no. I work for a private equity firm that specializes in distressed assets.

Kieran: So, kind of a stock broker.

Tim: Almost nothing like a stock broker.

Dee Dee: I have just one question. Did you kiss him because he's lovable, or because he's the only man on the beach?

Julie: Because he looked hungry. His last meal obviously didn't satisfy him.

Dee Dee: Oh, it's a good thing you happended along. I'm sure you could cater supper to an entire army.

Frankie: Now that's in bad taste.

Julie: Oh, no. One man at a time. I like to be a devoted chef.

Dee Dee: But right now you're serving a lot of free meals. Sort of a one-woman bread line.

Frankie: Ooo, that's smart!

Julie: [getting angry] I can afford it!

Dee Dee: Then he must be of your charity cases!

Frankie: Hold on, the football here would like to say something.

Dee Dee: Well, I'm not through!

Frankie: Figures!

Dee Dee: [to Julie] As the man said, this is a public beach and we're supposed to keep it clean.

Frankie: Now that's really in bad taste!

Julie: [to Dee Dee] Then perhaps, you better leave.

Frankie: Very good!

Dee Dee: [to Julie] I plan to!

Frankie: No, wait. Don't quit now, Dee Dee. I think your ahead.

Dee Dee: Okay, how's this for a closer?

[slaps him]

S.Z. Matts: How come you're in that cage protected, and I'm out here getting bumbed off?

Cappy: Sanctuary.

Julie: Sanctuary?

Cappy: Yeah, sanctuary from them. These beach kids. I had to build this thing to protect myself. I used to have a beautiful Cappy's place even more beautiful than this. And just last year, these beach kids completely demolished it and pretty near demolished me with it during a rumble all because of a stranger like you. Hey, you're not another one of those anthropologist explorers or something? A sex maniac maybe?

S.Z. Matts: I don't have any hobbies.

Julie: [after being introduced to Flex Martian] You are so strong!

Flex Martian: I'm the strongest!

Julie: And so handsome!

Flex Martian: I'm the handsomest!

Julie: [admiring his big muscles] And so big!

Flex Martian: [smiles] Yes, ma'am!

Julie: [signalling to the chopper pilot to land on the beach] Lower! Go lower!

S.Z. Matts: If we go any lower, we'll cut off their heads!

Julie: I'm not interested in their heads!

Julie: As God is my witness, I'm going to learn to walk, and get the hell out of here.

Julie: Well here I am, all conceived and nowhere to go.

Mollie Ubriacco: [Mikey and Julie come down on the elvator] How did you get down here?

Mikey: We just walked.

Julie: Technically, I was pushed.

Mollie Ubriacco: Isn't that great, honey! Your brother went pee-pee

Julie: Big deal. I made a doody!

Julie: [when Julie is getting an injection, looking at the needle] What's that?

Mikey: Oh, God, I can't watch this part.

Julie: Oh my God!

[cries hysterically]

Julie: .

Mikey: Smarts, does it? Hm? Hurts just a little?

Julie: Will this pain *ever* go away?

Mikey: Maybe it will... or maybe it won't

[smiles]

Mikey: .

James Ubriacco: [to Mikey and Julie] I miss you guys so much.

[James hugs Mikey]

Julie: Ieuw... male bonding makes me sick.

Julie: [falls down trying to walk] Oh my tush hurts.

Julie: Don't you just hate it when you get your head stuck in your placenta?

[first lines]

Jack: Julie, what're you doing out here?

Julie: Just watching the light change.

Lazlo: You killed my Strabo.

Jimmy Tudeski: Actually, Strabo was already dead. He got shot when your hitter tried to shoot us.

Lazlo: [looks at Julie] Is this true?

Julie: Hey, Lazlo. Shit happens, all right?

Lazlo: Oh yeah. Watch this shit happen.

[shoots Julie with Jill's gun as she is holding it]

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Call Mrs. Himelfarb, remind her to floss... cancel my appointments for the rest of my life and send in as much nitrous as you can, call the FBI.

Julie: What?

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: CALL THE FBI!

Julie: What's wrong?

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: [gets upset] What's wrong, what's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. Everything's wrong. Take a look around you. Nothing's right. Cynthia got kidnapped by a bunch of Hungarian killers. And instead of calling the FBI or police like every other rational man, I thought to myself: 'Hey, let's try to get in contact with somebody else that kills a lot of people.' So I went down to Mexico - which is heavily underdeveloped, by the way - and I asked him to help me out. Did he help me out? No, he didn't help me out, he didn't help me out. No, he didn't help me out! Know what he did do? He put on bunny slippers, shot at me and then cooked me some chicken.

[starts to calm down]

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: I'll be okay. I'm gonna calm down and go downstairs and I'm gonna take a nice, leisurely drive in my Porsche.

[gets upset again]

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Wait a minute, I can't drive my Porsche because I don't have my Porsche any more. That's gone, that's history, that's archives! We left the Porsche so we could get onto a bus and rent some other car and you know why? Because I don't. Do you know why? Some kind of GPS, I don't know, system.

Julie: What's that smell?

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: I'll tell you what that smell is. It's me. I smell, and you know why? I've been wearing this suit for three days. I smell like ass. Or foot. Or some kind of foot that's been lodged up deep, deep, deep, inside an ass. I'll tell you the worst thing: I woke up naked next to another naked man who admittedly wets the bed. So if you talk to anybody or anybody calls here, you tell them I fell down a flight of stairs!

Julie: Yes, sir.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Don't 'yes sir' me! Call the FBI!

Julie: [goes towards the phone] Calling... I'm calling.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Dial F-B-I. Call the FBI and tell them I fell down a flight of stairs!

[Julie, Oz's receptionist, jumps Jimmy and chloroforms him]

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Who are you?

Julie: Jules. Jules Figueroa. Ring any bells?

[Oz realizes she is the sister of one of Jimmy's victims]

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Frankie Figs?

Julie: [she nods] Yeah. Frankie Figs. He was my brother, and I'm pretty sure you knew him.

Nicholas 'Oz' Oseransky: Okay, I'll take that chloroform now.

Julie: Yeah, I know you will!

[she gasses him]

Julie: Aren't you guys worried about getting caught?

Max: It's kind of a win-win situation for me.

Julie: Why?

Max: I like jail.

Julie: I'm so glad I ran you over.

Julie: I just don't want my legacy to be a Buffalato commercial.

Julie: We both knew this would never work out, right?

Henry Torne: I didn't.

Henry Torne: What are you doing afterwards?

Julie: Why?

Henry Torne: You like Chinese?

Julie: Yeah.

Henry Torne: Jinlan?

Julie: Yeah, it's OK.

Henry Torne: Eight o'clock?

Julie: Sure.

Henry Torne: Great.

Julie: Great.

Henry Torne: We have to do it opening night.

Julie: What?

Henry Torne: It's the only time we can get in.

Julie: But that's in two days.

Henry Torne: Yeah.

Julie: So you're leaving?

Henry Torne: Yeah.

Julie: Wow... Oh, wow. Fuck... Fuck, Henry.

Henry Torne: I was thinking we could meet.

Julie: What?

Henry Torne: I was thinking California.

Julie: You were thinking we could meet in California?

Henry Torne: Yeah.

Julie: You know what? You really are a thief, Henry. I mean, California? Why would I go anywhere with you? You can't cross a fucking street. You wreck my play, you make me an accessory to a crime. I should call the cops and you should go to hell.

Henry Torne: I didn't know it would be this way.

Julie: You're a bank robber. Henry. You're a bank robber. Th... I mean, you knew that you had to leave?

Henry Torne: No.

Julie: That's exactly what you wanted. So that we could be together. Don't touch me! Don't touch me! You know what? We screwed a couple of times. Right? So what?

Henry Torne: It was more than that.

Julie: No, really, just a couple of times. We both knew this would never work out, right?

Henry Torne: I didn't.

Julie: I did.

Julie: Go rob your bank. Go!

Julie: What were you in prison for, Max?

Max: I was a confidence man.

Julie: You mean a con man?

Max: I um... l don't like that word. Er, "confidence" is a little more elegant. "Confidence" comes from the Greek "fides", meaning faith and belief.

Julie: Greek? I thought it was Latin.

Max: Well, yes, it is... it is now.

Julie: So, essentially, you make people feel good and then you rip 'em off?

Max: Yes. But I was always a little better at the feeling good part than I was with the ripping off part, hence jail

Henry Torne: [reading from the book] l just want your wonderful, tender eyes to look at me like they did then

Julie: Say it without the book now.

Henry Torne: l just want your wonderful, tender eyes to look at me like they did then.

Julie: Oh, I'm so glad I ran you over.

Henry Torne: Me too.

Julie: You know what, we screwed a couple of times, right? So what?

Henry Torne: It was more than that.

Julie: No, no, no, really. It was just a couple of times.

Gib: [opening lines] Consider outer space. You know, from the time of the first NASA mission, it was clear that outer space has a clear effect on the human psyche. Why, during the first Gemini mission, thought was actually given to sending up a man and a woman... together.

Julie: [interested] Really?

Gib: A cosmic 'Adam and Eve,' if you will. Bound together by fate, situated on the most powerful rocket yet known to man. It's giant thrusters blasting them into the dark void, as they hurtle towards their final destination: the gushing wellspring of life itself.

[she is entranced]

Gib: How would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?

Chester: I tell you, that Welfelt has power. You know, with the right training, she could be the best player we have!

Julie: The best player we have? Well, what about Larimer over there, the little black girl? She's the best player we have! You know that black people are the best at sports, c'mon! We're the best runners, the fastest runners, the best at track. We're the best at baseball, the best at boxing, the best at basketball, football. Hey, you name it!

Chester: Eeesh, black people are best at sports. Are you kidding? How about hockey? And waterpolo? Fencing! Best at sports... hey, badminton! Yachting! Best at sports... Oh, I forgot fox hunting! Best in sports...

Julie: You know anything about soccer?

Chester: Not much, all I know is I got a lotta balls!

Chester: Julie, look at what you're eating, I thought you were getting in shape. What happened to the weight lifting class?

Julie: Oh I'm doing good. I mean this is heavy.

Julie: Now he's kissing the daughter's ass.

Chester: He's playing like a psycho, he's nuts!

Julie: Looks like Norman Bates is playing soccer.

Chester: Hey, after the game no showers.

Julie: Chu! Chu! Chu! Chu! Chu!

Chester: What are you celebrating or sneezing?

Julie: [to the goalie] Good hands!

Matthew: Good save!

Julie: Good girl!

Chester: Goody, goody!

Julie: Let me at him, Chester!

Chester: [holding her back] Take it easy, take it easy.

Julie: No, I can take him, Chester! I can take him!

Coach Bull: I'm warning you! I never hit a lady!

Chester: And I'm warning *you*. She's no lady.

Julie: You have so many great books.

Dex: [Mumbling] The better to seduce you with.

Julie: What?

Dex: The better to deduce the truth with.

Dex: Dating's so tricky, that's all. And you're really cool. You have a great personality. I just don't wanna... I just don't wanna mess up our friendship.

Julie: Friendship? We just met!

Julie: Does this type of thing usually work on young philosophy students?

Dex: I don't know. Did it work on you?

Mrs Taylor: [revealing her eavesdropping] 1964.

Julie: What about it?

Mrs Taylor: That's the last time your father said thank you for a cup of tea.

[last lines]

Freddie Taylor: Why did you decide to come at the last minute?

Julie: Because I think I might be in love with you, too.

Freddie Taylor: No, I guessed that. I mean why did you leave it until the last minute? We almost missed the train.

Julie: No. Thought I'd make a dramatic entrance.

Freddie Taylor: Don't know why we ran so hard, there's another one in an hour.

[on the phone with Julie]

Christian Markelli: Where did we end up last night?

Julie: I don't know, but I woke up without my bra and that's never a good sign.

[notices he's wearing it]

Christian Markelli: I wouldn't worry about it.

Christian Markelli: It might be nice to stop equating sex with a handshake and it might be nice to have it mean something.

Julie: Listen to you, you are turning into a chick!

Christian Markelli: Shut up!

Julie: You are! Wait Christian wait, seriously you dropped something!

Christian Markelli: What?

Julie: Your balls! Must have fallen over under somewhere.

Christian Markelli: This is me not talking to you.

[leaves]

Julie: [to Traci] What, you would have sex to help your career?

Andrew: Honey, I'd blown a guy just to get him out of my apartment. Sex for my career would be noble.

[as Charlie attempts to make out with her]

Julie: Not here. Not now.

Charlie: Where? When?

Julie: Upstairs. Ten seconds.

Julie: Liliane ran off with the stuntman.

Joelle: Does Alphonse know?

Julie: I had to tell him.

Joelle: With the stuntman? I'd drop a guy for a film. I'd never drop a film for a guy!

Alphonse: You see, I've made a terrible discovery. You can be desperately in love with someone you despise, whose every gesture, word and thought you detest!

Julie: What right have you to say that? Say you made a mistake but never be ashamed of having loved. By despising Liliane, you're merely degrading yourself.

Alphonse: Maybe you're right. Anyway, my love affairs have always ended badly. I thought women were magic.

Julie: Of course they're not magic. Or men are too. Everyone's magic, and no one is.

Alexandre: How's your mother?

Julie: Very good. I told her we were working together. She sends her love.

Alexandre: Marvelous woman! Everyone in Hollywood loved her. Too bad she quit when she did.

Julie: But she's still very busy.

Alexandre: She hated the way we shoot movies - in bits and pieces! I remember escorting her to the premiere of her first big Hollywood movie. A fantastic evening! When the film ended, she sat there, then turned to me and said: "I did all that? All I remember is the waiting."

Julie: It's so true!

Ferrand: We do the kitchen scene tomorrow.

Julie: Can I have my lines?

Ferrand: After dinner tonight.

Julie: That's not much time!

Ferrand: It's not written yet. Read it once and put it under your pillow. In the morning, you'll know it by heart!

Julie: Optimist, huh!

Ferrand: Tell him the car crash we're shooting tomorrow will be in American night.

Julie: What is American night?

Ferrand: A night scene shot in daylight with a special filter.

Julie: Ah, day for night.

Julie: He loves you and wants to marry you.

Liliane, la stagiaire scripte: He mentioned marriage, I didn't! Just the word gives me the creeps. Anyway, he needs a wife, a mistress, a nanny, a nurse, a sister. I can't play all those roles!

Julie: I'm sick of disguises. I'm quitting movies. I know that life is rotten.

Interviewer: Can you tell us about your new movie?

Julie: "Meet Pamela" is the story of a British girl who falls in love with her husband's father. I think it's based on a true story.

Julie: Young man, are you popping pills?

Popper: I sure am. I'm a popper, she's a popper, he's a popper... wouldn't you like to be a popper too?

Julie: I love this song.

Tom: Is that a signal?

Julie: Is Matt okay?

Grogan: He looks pretty good to me.

Julie: Well, does he have a girlfriend?

Grogan: No, no, no.

Julie: Cool.

Grogan: No girlfriend. He's too loyal.

Julie: What do you mean?

Grogan: Well, I think he's still married... Actually, I don't know if he's legally married. See he spent last summer in Natchez, Mississippi. Had a thing with a 12-year-old. I shouldn't be talking about this.

Julie: Twelve?

Grogan: See, they got married, and the cops found out, and, well, you know cops. That kinda ended it. They still write, though. Well, he writes. She's still learnin'. Ah, it's no big deal, you know, it's over. He's not allowed into Mississippi anymore, and she wanted to raise the kid there, and, uh, between you and me, I think that's for the best.

Julie: [to Clouseau] I love the way you eat... like a jungle animal.

Julie: You're such a pill.

Alan: What are you talking about? I'm not a pill. I like a good time as much as the next guy. I'm just... not the next guy.

Julie: (singing) Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, I gotta love one man till I die, Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.

Julie: [singing] Oh, I can't explain. It's surely not his brain That makes me thrill. I love him Because he's - I don't know... Because he's just my Bill!

Julie: [to Magnolia] Once a girl like you starts to love a man, she don't stop so easy.

Magnolia: Well, couldn't you stop loving Steve if he treated you mean?

Julie: No, honey, no matter what he did.

Jim Green: Julie, let's hear the new song, will you?

Julie: [half-drunk] I don't feel like singin'.

Jim Green: Oh, don't you? What DO you feel like doing, Duchess?

Julie: I feel like going off on a tear!

Julie: It's okay. I'm okay. I was... It's okay. I love you so much. Let's just have some fun and enjoy ourselves.

[said after catching her husband making out with his best friend]

Julie: Look, Billy, we work hard here. We don't have time for your schemes.

Billy Cole: This ain't no schemes. It's... volleyball!

Olga: [she's Russian, she mispronounces] Wally ball?

Crystal: So we're gonna get... rich, playing around in the sand?

Champagne: And trust me, the sand, it gets in everything!

[dismissive gesture, grunts]

Billy Cole: No, no, you don't understand. Beach volleyball is an Olympic sport, and we can make it sexy!

Crystal: Well then, how come no-one's thought about your great idea until now?

Billy Cole: Lots of guys have ideas, but they don't know how to sell 'em. I know how to sell 'em.

Julie: I'm out of here. Ladies, Billy...

[leaves]

Billy Cole: So what do you say, girls? I meet you tomorrow morning at Zuma Beach?

Olga: [heavy accent] Okay, I do.

[waving a finger:]

Olga: If we make extra money.

Champagne: Me too, cos I don't wanna be shaking my booty forever.

Billy Cole: Okay, I see you tomorrow.

Crystal: Hey, Billy! What do we wear?

Billy Cole: [smiles] Dress for sport.

Julie: So that is love?

JiaJia: This is just some story made up by screenwriters with the evil intention of beguiling you little girls.

Sarah Morton: I pity your mother.

Julie: You pity her? Why?

Sarah Morton: Well, I imagine having a daughter who comes home with a different man every night must be difficult for a mother.

Julie: Well, you imagine wrong. You know what? You're just a frustrated Englishwoman who writes about dirty things but never does them. You can shove your uptight morals up your ass!

Julie: I'm so tired!

Sarah Morton: Not surprised. It's tiring to kill a man.

Julie: [sauntering over to Sarah's lounge chair, bikini bottom without the top, long legs, bare breasts, charming raw European accent] You not too hot?

[the older woman wakes up, startled]

Julie: Sorry I woke you up.

Sarah Morton: [composing herself] No.

[sitting up]

Sarah Morton: I was just dozing.

Julie: [soft laugh, casually sitting down flat next to Sarah's deck chair, not at all mindful of her lack of dress] You must be working too hard. You should take a swim in the pool. The water is cold. It will wake you up.

Sarah Morton: Ah, well, thank you for your advice, but I absolutely loathe swimming pools.

Julie: Yeah, I know what you mean. I prefer the sea too. The ocean,

[smiling fondly]

Julie: the crashing waves, that feeling of danger that you could loose footing and be swept away... Pools are boring, there's no excitement, its just a big bathtub.

Sarah Morton: [coldly summing up] It's more like a cesspool of living bacteria.

Julie: [looking back, clearly more optimistic about life] Oh that? No, it's just a bit of dirt and leaves.

[Sarah nods, unconvinced, set in her ways]

Julie: So, what are you writing? A romance novel?

Sarah Morton: [smirks at the very thought] God, no, I write crime fiction.

Julie: Oh, yeah.

[disapprovingly:]

Julie: That's how he makes his money.

Sarah Morton: [haughtily] And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful house in France for his daughter to enjoy.

Julie: [slight frown, reminded of her status as Daddy's girl] What about you? Are your books selling well?

Sarah Morton: [grimly] I can't complain.

Julie: [chummily] What is this one about?

Sarah Morton: [as if to quell her enthusiasm by pouring cold water over her] Murders. And the police investigation.

Julie: [giggling] In the Luberon? With rich English stories?

Sarah Morton: [her impatience now all-out] Listen, if you don't mind, I do have work to do.

Julie: Okay! I leave you alone, Miss Marple. I need to make some phone calls anyway.

[walks off, her wedge heels clattering, leaving Sarah to the emptiness of her departure]

Jimmy Fingers: Excuse me. I got a phone call this morning. A voice said to come here and look for a girl on the phone. She'll be the girl of your dreams. 5'5', dark hair, blue eyes. She's wearing a dusty rose bikini and her name is Julie.

Julie: Well, you made a mistake. I'm 5'6'.

Jimmy: [to a girl he's just met] I want it from you.

Julie: Want what?

Jimmy: Love.

Julie: Why? Do you love me?

Jimmy: No, I'm in love with a girl called Carol. I love your...

Julie: My what?

Jimmy: Your pussy.

Julie: How do you know that?

Jimmy: Of all the different kinds of pussy in the world; soft, hot, gravel, velvet, cold, wet, big, small, there's only one kind I can feel in my blood on sight. And that's silk, which is yours.

Stoker: Yeah, top spot. And I'm just one punch away.

Julie: I remember the first time you told me that. You were just one punch away from the title shot then. Don't you see, Bill, you'll always be just one punch away.

Ben: This here's Miss Julia... Miss Gordon.

Hannah: Sure, I seen you at Mrs. McCord's. You look a sight pretty child, I've been a' watching you with Ben.

Julie: Thank you.

Thursday Ragan: Ain't you Tom Keefer's young 'un?

Julie: Yes sir.

Ben: I brung her to this dance and I ain't going to have nobody runnin' her down.

Thursday Ragan: I don't aim to have words with none of my kin in public. I mean no offense against this young 'un, but you're the one that seemed ashamed to say her name, not me.

Ben: It's funny I never noticed - but you're a heap prettier than Mabel is - if you was a little bigger.

Julie: I could grow more maybe!

Julie: [Whispering in Simon's ear] Don't look. They're following us...

Annie: Julie, you fucking slut, you touch my make-up again and I'll fucking kill you.

Julie: Oh, I'm a slut? Well, you fucked that kid from the pizza place!

Annie: Well, you fucked the meter reader!

Julie: Bitch!

Annie: Oh, you're fucking dead!

Julie: [to Molly and Nomi, regarding her nemesis Annie] Wouldn't it be great if one night she just fell down the stairs?

Julie: Clean up your room, and clean up the kitchen.

Kale: Yeah, I'll do that. Let me just check my schedule.

Julie: I can't believe this.

Kale: I can't believe your actually buying this guy's bullshit.

Julie: What, after what you just pulled?

Kale: It's bullshit, Mom

Julie: And everything that's happened this past year? It's a miracle they just didn't take you away! I have to go talk to him.

Kale: What are you talking about. Now?

Julie: He could press charges, Kale!

Kale: Now? I don't care if he's gonna press charges!

Julie: Sit down! I care... You are breaking my heart, Kale.

Julie: When somebody says they love you it means they see something in you they think is worth something... It adds value to you.

Julie: Since last summer, I have met five boys.

André: What do you mean you "met" them?

Julie: We'd meet.

André: Where?

Julie: At parties. We kissed.

André: And that's all?

Julie: Yes.

André: On the lips?

Julie: No, Mum was always nearby.

André: Untouched. Thanks to my aunt. But today, she is far away...

Hubert Minel: I wasn't born to have a mother.

Julie: Maybe your mother wasn't born to have a son.

Greta: She must have been pretty.

Julie: Who?

Greta: R.S.

Julie: R.S. was a he.

[awkward silence, then Julie laughs]

Julie: No, not like that. He was a good friend of mine.

Greta: Does he have your initials tattooed on his wrist?

Julie: No.

Greta: Why not?

Julie: 'Cause I'm not dead.

Greta: Julie! Julie, wait.

Julie: That was bullshit, you know that? How you put my business out there, just so you could scare her.

Greta: It was a joke.

Julie: Okay you know what, I don't like being the punchline of your joke.

Julie: What's with you anyway? Why, why are you like this?

Julie: You didn't think twice about leaving me out to dry just so you could screw her.

Julie: You know what bothers me even more than you playing me right now is, you staring at me with those big sexy eyes and...

Greta: You wanna kiss me.

Julie: Hell yeah I wanna kiss you.

Julie: You don't want to die. You just wanted that drama. What you did was serious, and it affects people. It affects me. I wish I could help you 'cause you need it. But I'm not going overboard for you. I got my own shit, I'm doing my own thing.

Julie: You know, you can't control every damn thing that happens in your life.

Julie: Pride is smaller than kindness.

Julie: Where to, Sir Lancelot?

Steve: Gonna get a cup of coffee.

Julie: Gonna be a good boy?

Steve: Sure, if that's what you want.

Julie: Mister... if you ever get to see Nollie, not get together with her I mean, but- if you ever do get to talk to her, don't ever tell her you saw me; I mean, don't ever tell her you saw me like this.

Magnolia: Julie, nothing's changed.

Julie: [embracing Magnolia] Oh Nollie, Nollie, always true! Stay happy now.

[last lines]

Martine: If you ever come to New York, or if Kolt is interested in RISD...

Julie: This is probably the last you'll be hearing from anybody in this family. Good luck with your film.

Julie: I think people change and, um, and keep changing and... you make a decision to change together or... we split up.

Patient: You don't know how *crazy* you make me.

Julie: Well, then I guess I'm not doing my job, am I?

Julie: What happened between us was an incredible beach of professionalism, and is not the way I want to conduct myself.

Patient: Really? Not even a little bit?

Julie: Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots, because it's OK to be a boy, but for a boy to look like a girl is degrading, because you think that being a girl is degrading. But secretly you'd love to know what it's like, wouldn't you? What it feels like for a girl?

Julie: Pres, why did you do it? Why Pres?

Preston Dillard: Because I love her.

Julie: But you had my love.

Preston Dillard: And lost it.

Julie: Wasn't that memory more real than anything she had to give to you?

[Preston walks away]

Julie: Oh, don't be cross with me, Pres. Just tell me. You must!

Preston Dillard: Please don't, Julie!

Julie: Shall I cry for you? Nobody ever made me cry but you... And that was only twice! Do you remember?

Preston Dillard: Yes.

Julie: How much do you remember?

Preston Dillard: Everything you ever said or did. But that's passed now, Julie. Done. Finished.

Julie: I ought to have come to you. I wanted to so terribly. It was because I wanted to so much that I couldn't. You do understand that, don't you, Pres?

Preston Dillard: I didn't understand. I just knew what you did.

Julie: But you had to come back home, didn't you? You had to come back to the country and the things you know, because you belong here! Nothing can change that. Pres, Listen... Can you hear them? The night noises? The mockingbird in the magnolia? See the moss hanging from the moonlight? You can fairly taste the night, can't you? You're part of it, Pres, and it's part of you. Like I am. You can't get away from us, Pres, we're both in your blood. This is the country you were born to, the country you know and trust. Your country, Pres! Amy wouldn't understand. She'd think there'd be snakes.

Preston Dillard: Julie, please!

Julie: Oh, it isn't tame and easy like the North. It's quick and dangerous, but you trust it! Remember how the fever mist smells in the bottoms, rank and rotten? But you trust that, too, because it's part of you. Just as I'm part of you and we'll never let you go!

[Julie kisses Preston, he pushes her away]

Julie: Pres, you're afraid!

[Preston glares at her angrily and walks away]

Aunt Belle: Pres has always loved you in white. If he isn't simply bowled over by it, I won't know what to think.

Julie: [speaking to an assistant who carries off a red dress] Wait a minute. Bring that over here. Saucy, isn't it?

Aunt Belle: And vulgar!

Julie: Yes, isn't it? Come on, get me out of this.

Aunt Belle: Julie, what are you doing?

Julie: If it fits me, I'm gonna wear it to the Olympus Ball.

Aunt Belle: A red dress to the Olympus Ball? Why, you're out of your senses.

Julie: ...Mary Vickers couldn't possibly do it justice.

Aunt Belle: Child, you're out of your mind. You know you can't wear red to the Olympus Ball.

Julie: Can't I? I'm going to. This is 1852, dumpling, 1852! Not the Dark Ages. Girls don't have to simper around in white just because they're not married.

Aunt Belle: In New Orleans, they do. Julie, you'd insult every woman on the floor.

Mme. Poulard: Mademoiselle, your aunt, she's right. Look how beautiful this dress is.

Julie: Will you kindly get me out of this?

Aunt Belle: Julie, you can't be serious.

Julie: Never more serious in my life.

Aunt Belle: But Julie, think of Pres.

Julie: That's just exactly what I am thinking of.

Julie: Amy, of course, it's your right to go; you're his wife. But are you fit to go? Loving him isn't enough. If you gave him all your strength, would it be enough?

Amy Bradford Dillard: I'll make him live, or die with him.

Julie: Amy... Amy, do you know the Creole word for fever powder? For food and water? How to talk to a sullen, overworked black boy and make him fear you and help you? Pres's life and yours will hang on things just like that, and you'll both surely die.

Amy Bradford Dillard: Then it will have to be that way.

Julie: It's not a question of proving your love by laying down your life for Pres. Nothing so easy. Have you the knowledge and the human strength to fight for his life and for your own as one will have to fight? Amy, it's no longer you or me.

Amy Bradford Dillard: What do you mean?

Julie: I'll make him live, I will. Whatever you might do, I can do more, 'cause I know how to fight better than you. Amy, if you knew the horror of that place. It isn't a hospital. It's a desolate island haunted by death. They'll put Pres in an open shed with a hundred others. You must be there with him day and night, watching every breath he draws. You must bathe him, keep him clean, give him drugs, fight for his food and water. You must keep the living from him and the dead. Be there by him with your body between him and Death.

Aunt Belle: And expecting a man to go to a dressmaker's with you! I declare, I hope Pres doesn't come!

Julie: He will.

Aunt Belle: But, Julie!

Julie: Now, dumpling, don't you fret about Pres. I've been training him for years!

Aunt Belle: Like with that man-killing horse you bought!

Julie: Pres was outrageous! He had no right to tell me what I could ride and what I couldn't!

Aunt Belle: The horse showed you what you couldn't! You broke your collar bone and your engagement!

Julie: And they both mended, so I was right after all.

[smiles at Aunt Belle triumphantly]

Preston: [stands at the door] Goodbye, Julie.

Julie: [looks at Preston slightly shocked] Is that all you've got to say to me?

Preston: There's nothing more to say.

Julie: Evidently, you've made up your mind.

Preston: No, Julie. You've made up my mind.

Julie: [looks at Preston and smiles slightly] Goodbye, Pres.

[shakes his hand, eyes him carefully, frowns, and then slaps him]

Preston: Goodbye, Julie.

Julie: [in reference to the flowers] Oh, Zette, aren't they beautiful!

Zette: Yas'm, Miss Julie! Right nice and pretty!

Amy Bradford Dillard: Right nice and pretty?

[bursts out angrily]

Amy Bradford Dillard: Pretty enough for Ted's grave!

Julie: [before Preston walks away] Oh, Preston, you forgot your stick.

Preston Dillard: So I did.

[glares at Julie]

Preston Dillard: I forgot to use it, too.

Julie: [replies smartly] So you did.

Julie: Why, Pres. Bangin' on a lady's door. I'm scandalized at you. Well, did you come up here just to stand there?

Preston Dillard: Julie, how long must we go on like this?

Julie: Like what, Pres?

Preston Dillard: Fightin', fussin' all the time, like a couple of children.

Julie: Why do you treat me like a child?

Preston Dillard: Because you act like one. A spoiled one.

Julie: You used to say you liked me like that once. You never wanted me to change. Remember?

Preston Dillard: Julie.

Julie: [after he kisses her] Why, Pres. In a lady's bedroom. Now you'll have to marry me.

Preston Dillard: What do you figure I aim to do?

Julie: Then kiss me again.

Julie: I'm askin' for the chance to prove I can be brave and strong and unselfish. Help me, Amy. Help me make myself clean again as you are clean. Let me prove myself worthy of the love I bear him.

Gros Bat: But, Miss Julie! Miss Julie, Miss Julie, ma'am! It's too risky for a white lady, Miss Julie. Me, I kind of mix in with the night. But them sheriff folks ain't fooling. They're shooting first and asking afterwards!

Julie: Bat, you hear me? We're going!

Aunt Belle: Julie, child, I'm so sorry.

Julie: For heaven's sakes, don't be gentle with me now. Do you think I wanna be wept over? I've gotta think, to plan, to fight.

Aunt Belle: But you can't fight marriage.

Julie: Marriage, is it? To that washed-out little Yankee? Pres is mine. He's always been mine. And if I can't have him...

Julie: Your wife?

Amy Bradford Dillard: And you're, may I say, "Julie"?

Julie: Pres's wife? You're funning.

Preston Dillard: Hardly.

Julie: Married? My felicitations, Pres.

Buck Cantrell: Look here, Miss Julie. You were out here a mighty long time with Pres Dillard.

Julie: Oh, please, Buck. Pres had just been punishing the brandy, and...

Buck Cantrell: My back teeth! Did he lose his capacity to drink like a gentleman in the North, too? What does he think a lady's house is? A riverboat bar? What did he do?

Julie: Oh, Buck. I wouldn't have some silly thing I said be the cause of anything.

Buck Cantrell: Miss Julie, you won't be the cause of anything. Depend on me.

Julie: Thank you, Buck.

Alex Taylor: Julie, is everyone just standing there, awkwardly staring with their mouths hanging open?

Julie: Yeah.

Alex Taylor: We should probably go before they let all the air out of their heads.

Julie: What did he say, Phile?

Phillipe: "I want my freedom." Just like that. And she went on. Natter, natter. Always nattering. Poor Baines. He did want it so badly. When she comes back, I'll ask her for my freedom, too.

Julie: The truth can't harm Baines. Don't you realize he's innocent?

Phil: Ahhh, the lovely Julie Ziff.

Julie: Creep.

Phil: That's good, I find brevity attractive.

Julie: See ya, Danny.

Phil: Goodbye, Gorgeous.

Julie: You make my puke... want to puke!

Phil: I'm flushed with passion!

Julie: Ugghh!

[she leaves]

Danny: You're such an idiot!

Phil: Oh, I knew that before you did, my friend. Just invite me to the wedding.

[to Nona]

Phil: He's in love, you know. But he's too dumb to figure it out.

Nona Gina: Ah, wise-uh boy!

Julie: [Desperately] You fucked me four times the other night, David! You've been inside me!

David: [Not taking her seriously yet] Julie...

Julie: I swallowed your cum! That means something!

Julie: Don't you know that when you sleep with someone, your body makes a promise whether you do or not.

David: Where's Sofia? WHERE IS SHE?

Julie: I AM SOFIA.

Julie: If I wasn't me, I'd buy my album.

David: You know, if you can reach one person.

Julie: [Disparagingly to David about Sofia] How did it go with your moth girl? Did she turn into a butterfly for you?

Julie: I can tell by the way you're walking that you didn't sleep with her.

Julie: Why did you tell Brian I was your "Fuckbuddy"?

David: I never said that.

Julie: Four times... it means something, David.

Julie: Don't ever say that word. I will never come over and bring you chicken soup and fuck your brains out again.

Julie: I'm so afraid of how powerful this is!

Julie: Don't you realise David, that when you sleep with someone your body makes a promise even if your mind does not?

David: [gives her an odd look]

Julie: I mean... David, do you believe in God?

Heather Langenkamp: This damn caller.

Julie: He's started again? That sick fuck.

Julie: It doesn't hurt to fall off the moon.

[last lines]

The Daughter: Mother, did anyone ever hit you? I mean a real slap that you can hear ring, and you didn't feel a thing?

Julie: Yes, my child. There was a time when someone hit me, and I didn't feel a thing.

The Daughter: Then, it is possible for someone to hit you, and not hurt you at all?

Julie: Yes, my child. Someone can beat you, and beat you, without hurting you at all.

Julie: I can't go on like this.

Julie: Barry, stop!

Barry: No! Wake up, Julie. He's behind all this! How many fucked up fisherman are out there?

Ray: Look, he's after me too! I got a letter.

Barry: Oh, you got a letter? I got run over! Helen gets her hair chopped off, Julie gets a body in her trunk, and you get a letter? That's balanced!

[the killer threatens Julie with his ice hook]

Ben Willis: Happy Fourth of July, Julie!

Julie: [terrified] Please... it was an accident!

Ben Willis: I know all about "accidents", and let me give you some advice: When you leave a man for dead, make sure that he's REALLY dead!

Julie: Guys... Hi... I'm on sexist overload as it is, kill the commentary.

Julie: Helen, we killed a man and ruined the lives of everyone he knew.

Helen: I don't think we were that powerful Julie, you're giving us way to much credit.

Barry: How do you know this is even related? You did a lot of things last summer.

Julie: Yeah, well, only one murder comes to mind.

Barry: You shut the hell up!

[looks behind to see if his mother is listening]

Helen: Hey, its all about the hair. Don't you forget that. Especially when you become some big hotshot lawyer. Those professional types think its all about brains and ability and completely ignore the do

Julie: So, the do is vital, got it

Julie: We need help.

Barry: I'll say. You two should check out a mirror sometime. You look like shit run over twice.

Helen: You're a prick!

Barry: We're going home now and never, ever, under any circumstances known to God speak about this again is that clear? It is now merely a future therapy bill agreed?

Barry: [screaming] Helen?

Helen: I'll never mention it again.

Barry: We make a pact, right here and now we take this to our grave.

Ray: Agreed.

Barry: Julie?

[Julie nods her head in agreement]

Barry: [livid] Don't you nod your head, you fuckin' say it.

Julie: [somber] Yeah okay.

Barry: [Barry runs and grabs Julie by the neck pushing her against the car] We take this to our grave, let me hear it.

Ray: Let her go, Barry.

Barry: You fucking say it!

Julie: Okay, Barry, we take this to the grave.

Helen: What happened to us? We used to be best friends.

Julie: We used to be a lot of things.

Julie: Wait.

Ray: What?

Julie: Should we check his wallet and see who he is?

Barry: Why?

Julie: I don't know okay, just to know.

Helen: I don't want to know.

Barry: Let's just pretend he's some escaped lunatic with a hook for a hand and we're doing everybody a favor.

Julie: Why would he try to run you over? Why did he make coleslaw on Helen's head? He's fucking with us! He's just out there, and he's watching and waiting!

[screaming to the killer]

Julie: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, HUH? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOOOOORRRR?

Ben Willis: You in some kind of trouble child?

Julie: Yes, yeah I'm in a lot of trouble.

Ben Willis: That's a shame, being that it's the 4th of July and all. Kids like you should be out having fun. Drinking, partying, running people over, getting away with murder... things like that.

Ray: See, no one gets me the way you do.

Julie: I understand your pain.

Julie: I hate this, I really hate this. You're gonna go and you're gonna fall for some head-shaven, black-wearin, tattoo-covered, body-piercing philosophy student."

Ray: That sounds attractive.

Julie: [to Barry] Can you say alcoholic?

Julie: Please, it's a fictional story created to warn young girls of the dangers of having premarital sex.

Ray: Well actually honey, you know how terrified I am of your IQ but it's an urban legend, American folklore and they all usually originate from some real life incident.

Julie: Yeah but this is insane now Barry look at us, this secret's killing us.

Barry: I'm not going to the police and you're not either.

Julie: Barry please, we could put an end to it and maybe salvage some small fraction of a life.

Barry: And how do we do that? Huh? There was no accident Julie it was murder, your words remember? Murder. I say we find the fuck who's doing this and have a little one on one.

Julie: Wait a second. I remember he had her name tattooed on his arm. I saw it.

Ray: We have to think about this...

Julie: About what? About what? He was crossing the road in the middle of the night! It was an accident!

Julie: [after discovering the killer has removed Max's body from her trunk] No... don't... don't even! He was there, goddamn it, and he was wearing your jacket, Barry!

Dennis: [Julie and Dennis are about to make a sex tape of themselves; Julie is smoking marijuana] Julie, do the voice.

[in a funny voice]

Dennis: Dennis.

Julie: [takes another puff of her joint, then does her funny accented voice] What voice?

Dennis: [Dennis starts laughing]

Julie: This voice? Dennis, I can't believe you're filming me smoke mari-juana.

Dennis: [about to shoot a sex tape with Julie] All right. It's time.

Julie: Don't film this.

Dennis: Why not?

Julie: It's illegal.

Dennis: [Dennis starts laughing]

Julie: Don't laugh.

Dennis: We haven't even started smoking it, and you're already paranoid.

Julie: It's illegal. What if my kids find me? I'm a mother.

Dennis: Now relax.

Julie: [simultaneously] Seriously, Dennis.

Dennis: [starts mocking] Seriously, Julie. Let's get really serious. Seriously.

Julie: Shut up.

Dennis: Let's be serious.

Julie: Alright.

Julie: [re-watching the sex tape over a mysterious presence from the video] Dennis. Oh, my God, I look so fat.

Dennis: You don't look fat.

Julie: Look at the size of me on top of you.

Dennis: You look beautiful. You look like you can't breathe 'cause I'm sitting on top of you. I want another shot at doing one of these.

Dennis: [static crackling, the timeline is September 1988 in Santa Rosa, California] All right and there she is. The mother of the birthday girl, my girlfriend...

Julie: [shot of Katie's birthday cake] Chocolate, chocolate, rainbow stuff.

Dennis: That is a good-looking cake.

Julie: Which is exactly what she wanted.

Dennis: Beautiful. Just beautiful. And you're beautiful. I don't know how you do it.

Randy Rosen: [the guys are looking over the footage from last night] How many hours of footage do you have?

Dennis: This is the job, man. I got two cameras, six hours each. Twelve hours.

Randy Rosen: Twelve hours of footage?

Dennis: Yeah. Got to do it, man. I'm seriously gonna review it...

Randy Rosen: ...of footage every day?

Dennis: Yes. Now, please, I'm trying to concentrate.

Randy Rosen: That's so stupid. There's only 24 hours in a day, Dennis.

Randy Rosen: [Julie watches the boys] Hey, Julie.

Julie: ...going?

Dennis: Um... Good. You want to step into my office and do some work with me or...

Julie: No. You find anything?

Randy Rosen: Yes, actually. We did find something. We found that your family sleeps all night. Oh!

Julie: Very funny, Randy.

Julie: The pain... The pain keeps the hunger away...

Julie: [first lines - wakes up in narrow space] Dad?

[starting to panic]

Julie: Dad. Dad. Daddy! Dad!

Julie: Mama's going to get you a rich daddy!

Julie: Stop! Stop! Let me go! Let me go!

Klove: Have I pleased you, Master? Am I forgiven?

Dracula: You have done well.

Julie: [as a bloodsucker goes into a kung fu pose] Oh, no; I just can't take another kung fu scene!

Julie: Mama, how long? How long are you going to go on like this? I mean your dirty act, taking your clothes off in front of a bunch of dirty, filthy drunks? You can't do it forever!

Julie: [after finding one of their friends hacked into pieces] Maybe we should call the police?

Bobbie: Well gang, here we are. Right smack dab in the middle of nowhere. At least a whole day's walk to the nearest boy.

Julie: If that's all you can think of, Bobbie, then why did you come on this trip?

Bobbie: My mother insisted. Hey listen - don't tell me you never think about boys.

Julie: Don't be absurd, Bobbie, of course I do.

Bobbie: Then you know there is a difference between the boys and the girls!

Pam: Just what are you getting at, Bobbie?

Bobbie: The truth! Just tell it like it is - truth.

Julie: Nothing wrong with that.

Tina: My, my. Sounds like regular group therapy.

Bobbie: Aw, not at all. At least I'm honest about what I do.

Julie: You're hopeless, Bobbie, absolutely hopeless.

Pam: I think there's another word for it.

Bobbie: What do you mean?

Pam: Well, if I have to explain it, it wouldn't be worthwhile.

Bobbie: Come on. We've all had it - and loved it.

Pam: Not all, Bobbie. Regardless of how square, how unnatural - how hypocritical - not all of us have had it.

Bobbie: Do you mean to tell me that we actually have a virgin among us?

Pam: There are probably more than you'd care to know about. You see, some of us were raised by parents who stressed the teachings of the Bible.

Bobbie: Please, I can't take it! Would you get off that crap? Either you like it or you don't. It was meant to be used, not to just sit on.

Pam: That's all very understandable if you're talking about dogs.

Bobbie: Are you calling me a bitch?

Pam: That's right, you're just a horny little bitch!

[Catfight begins]

Julie: What type of black family holds a reunion in the middle of the winter? Do they ski?

Martin: I doubt it.

Julie: Are they going to barbecue?

Martin: Probably.

Julie: I've just been made Chief Executive Officer.

Nick: No shit. Congrats. Hey, we can leverage this for that Pacific Net job.

Julie: I thought you said they were about to go belly-up.

Nick: With all due respect, I wasn't talking to CEO material before.

Julie: Listen, I was a bit harsh on you before...let me buy you a drink.

Paula: OK.

[to waiter]

Paula: Martell XO supreme.

Waiter: That's twenty dollars a glass.

Paula: I'll have a double.

[Julie is checking Nick's pulse]

Paula: Well?

Julie: I don't know...

Paula: What do you mean you don't know?

Julie: I'm not a fucking doctor!

Julie: I've seen a thousand girls just like you; rich families, all the opportunities and you throw it all away. You put on this act, disaffected, obnoxious, talented but undiscovered. You know what? You all end up with your sensitive husbands, pregnant, coming back pleading for a job and making my coffee.

Julie: Nobody ends up being what they really want - it's part of life. It's called growing up.

Julie: I don't have to go to Japan to get stepped on 'cause I've got tits. I get a big dose of that right here, in my native tongue.

Julie: Everyone eats shit. It's just a question of degrees.

Julie: Can you imagine the publicity if Rick Stone were to kill someone?