Juliet Quotes in Gnomeo & Juliet (2011)

Juliet: He's a Blue!

Gnomeo: She's a Red!

Featherstone: And I'm Pink - who cares!

Juliet: Oh, Gnomeo, Gnomeo, are we really doomed to never see each other again? Why must you wear a blue hat? Why couldn't it be red like my father, or green like... like a leprechaun... or purple like, ummm, like some weird guy - I mean what's in a gnome? Because you are blue, my father sees red, and because I am red, I am feeling blue. Oh, at any rate that shouldn't be the thing to keep us apart, should it?

Gnomeo: No, no, it shouldn't! I couldn't have said it better myself!

Juliet: Oh, my giddy aunt, did you just hear all that? What are you doing here?

Gnomeo: I don't know! I just wanted to, uh

[Gives a nervous chuckle]

Gnomeo: , I just wanted to see you again!

Juliet: Are you crazy? If my dad finds you he'll bury you under the patio!

Gnomeo: 'Finds me', are you joking? 'Stealth' is my middle name!

[Steps on the button which sets off a display of bright lights]

Lord Redbrick: You are delicate!

Juliet: [Turns and faces her father] I'm not delicate!

[kicks her tulip off the pedestal]

Nanette: [Removes the tulip from her mouth] She's definitely not delicate!

[Juliet is worried someone may have heard the collapse of the log pile]

Gnomeo: It's alright - nobody lives here.

Juliet: Then why are you whispering?

Gnomeo: Why are you whispering?

Juliet: [Spotting something behind Gnomeo] Wow - look at that!

[Runs towards it]

Gnomeo: I guess we're finished with the whispering thing!

Nanette: What happened to that very important, life changing orchid?

Juliet: [Walking away] What orchid?

Juliet: [after watching Mark's video of her] But... you never talk to me. You always talk to Peter. You don't like me.

Mark: I hope it's useful. Don't show it around too much. It needs a bit of editing. Look, I've gotta get to a lunch. Early lunch. You can just show yourself out, can't you?

[pauses]

Mark: It's a... self-preservation thing, you see.

Juliet: I thought I might be able to swap it for some pie or... or maybe Munchies?

Mark: Actually, I was being serious. I don't know where it is. I'll have a poke around tonight...

Juliet: Mark, can I say something?

Mark: Yeah.

Juliet: I know you're Peter's best friend and I know you've never particularly warmed to me. Look, don't... don't argue. We've never got friendly. But I just wanted to say, I hope that can change. I'm nice. I really am. Apart from my terrible taste in pie and... It would be great if we could be friends.

Mark: Absolutely.

Juliet: Great.

Mark: Doesn't mean we'll be able to find the video, though. I had a real search when you first called and couldn't any trace of it, so...

Juliet: Well, there's one here that says "Peter and Juliet's Wedding". Do you think we might be on the right track?

Peter: Who is it?

[Mark's sign reads "say it's carol singers"]

Juliet: It's carol singers.

Peter: Well, give them a quid and tell them to bugger off!

Juliet: Banoffee pie?

Mark: No, thanks.

Juliet: Thank God. You would've broken my heart if you'd said yes.

Mark: Oh, right. Well, lucky you.

Juliet: I've just tried the wedding video and it's a complete disaster, it's come out all blue and wibbly.

Juliet: I look quite pretty.

Juliet: All I want is just one shot of me in a wedding dress that isn't bright turquoise.

Juliet: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?

Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

Romeo: Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

Romeo: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.

Romeo: [They kiss] Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took?

Romeo: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

Juliet: [they kiss again] You kiss by the book.

Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What is Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.

Juliet: Romeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?

Juliet: [holding gun up to head] Be not so long to speak; I long to die!

Juliet: Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that.

Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Romeo: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!

Juliet: If they do see thee they will murder thee.

Romeo: I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Romeo: What shall I swear by?

Juliet: Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.

Juliet: You kiss by the book.

Lady Capulet: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

The Nurse: A man, young lady! Lady, such a man as all the world. Why, he's a man of wax!

Lady Capulet: Verona's summer hath not such a flower.

The Nurse: Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower...

Lady Capulet: [yelling] Nurse!

[to Juilet]

Lady Capulet: This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read over the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there with beauty's pen. This precious book of love, this unbound lover to beautify him, only lacks a cover. So shall you share all that he doth possess, by having him making yourself no less.

The Nurse: Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.

Lady Capulet: Speak briefly. Could you like of Paris' love?

Juliet: I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

Juliet: Not proud you have, but thankful you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate!

Juliet: What sayest thou? Hast though not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse.

Juliet: Yea, noise! Then I'll be brief. Oh, happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust and let me die.

Juliet: That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

Juliet: Love give me strength.

[she drinks the potion]

Juliet: Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown, and known too late.

Juliet: O, Romeo, Romeo.

Juliet: Romeo. Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Juliet: Can I have your butter?

Juliet: I'm just sure I'm never going to find love again.

Kate: How old are you?

Juliet: Eighteen.

Kate: You sad little bastard, you have no idea.

Juliet: One of these days, I'm gonna let you taste my Ima's bibingka. She's a loudmouth... but definitely a great cook!

Juliet: Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate.

Juliet: O teach me how I should forget to think.

Juliet: You kiss by the book.

Juliet: Give me my sin again.

Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath, to say to me that thou art out of breath?

Juliet: What must be shall be.

Juliet: A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.