Lola Quotes in Transporter 2 (2005)

Lola: [after the car chase] I think we lost them.

[helicopter appears]

Frank Martin: Think again.

Lola: [shoots down helicopter] Thought complete.

Lola: My problem isn't physical... it's psychological.

Lola: [to Frank] You're quite a guy.

Frank Martin: Didn't your mother ever teach you to say "thank you"?

Lola: Yeah. She tried and failed miserably.

Lola: We fight for the cause of liberty and justice!

Yolof Peterson: I've heard those words in every country where I've sold guns.

Lola: [callling for Tarzan] Tarzan!

Tarzan: Lola call.

Jane: When Lola call, Tarzan run.

Tarzan: Jane run, too.

Jane: [jealous] Yeah, Jane run, too!

Lola: They said they'd peddle my pretty bod as a prostitute.

[last lines]

Lola: Hello? Hello? Oscar? Listen, Baby, I know I was a bad girl, but you'd have to be crazy not to take me back!

Crazy Joe: Did someone say crazy?

Lola: The only thing I like more than money is... revenge.

Lola: Deep down, I'm really superficial.

Lola, Ruffy: Goodie Toofie, pick up your pants!

Lola: [after she kisses Ruffy the fish] Holy Mackerel.

Marina Osorio: I'm taking my panties off. They show.

Lola: What's worse, showing your panties or your pussy?

Lola: We're doing a number at the party tonight. I promised Maximo.

Marina Osorio: What kind?

Lola: Something sexy. But nothing complicated. From our old act.

Marina Osorio: I'm not sure I remember.

Lola: Sure you do. Some tits here, some ass there.

Lola: He'll be the end of my producing career.

Marina Osorio: He's the nicest director I've ever had.

Lola: That's just it. He'd like to be even nicer. You knew that, yet you still took off your panties!

Marina Osorio: So what?

Lola: So he sees that, gets aroused, and changes everything so he can save you!

Lola: Hold on! Hold on! Nobody leave. Someone stole my Walkman.

Máximo Espejo: We all missed Marina. What's keeping her?

Lola: I just spoke to her. Your rain scene made her toothache worse.

Alma: He told me all about it. It sounded amazing!

Lola: Sure, it's great hanging in the rain for hours like "A Man Called Horse."

Lola: You're crazy! How can you love a kidnapper who ties you up? You think that's normal? You must be in shock. You can't be that kinky!

Montadora: It's more of a love story than a horror story.

Máximo Espejo: They can be hard to tell apart.

Lola: We've got a blockbuster.

Nick Marshall: [while walking to his apartment he sees Lola] Lola.

Lola: [muttering to herself] It's okay, it's okay. Okay, here he comes.

Nick Marshall: Lola?

Lola: I know I haven't heard from you.

Nick Marshall: Lola, how long have you been out here?

Lola: Just a few... hours. Nick, you said that you wouldn't hurt me, and then you slept with me, and then you didn't call me for six days, and that, in the world of me, that's torture.

[Puts her hands between her hair]

Lola: I mean, we have this, totally unbelievable, life-altering sex,

[Puts her hands down]

Lola: and

[stammers]

Lola: you disappear! I mean, you stopped drinking coffee!

Nick Marshall: Lola. I'm so sorry.

Lola: It's ok. It's ok, because I figured you your little secret.

Nick Marshall: You did?

Lola: It's so obvious when you think about it; how else would you know the things that you know?

Nick Marshall: It wasn't so obvious to anyone else.

Lola: Nick, come on. You're so sensitive, you're so aware of my feelings, you're so tuned in. You talk to me like a woman, you think like a woman; Nick! Come on! Admit it, you're totally and completely gay!

Nick Marshall: I am?

Lola: You're not? Oh, I mean if you're not, you gotta tell me. You gotta tell me. I mean, based on the other night, just, just put me out of my misery. Are you? Or aren't you?

[inner thoughts]

Lola: Say you're gay, then I'm not nuts, not undesirable, not rejected by another guy, just say it, say you're gay, ADMIT IT!

Nick Marshall: Ok.

[pauses]

Nick Marshall: I'm gay.

Lola: [shakes her head] How gay?

Nick Marshall: [groans] I'm as gay as it gets.

Lola: [pauses] You're gonna make some guy very happy someday.

Nick Marshall: [Groans again] From your lips.

Lola: Uhh. I hate that I'm crying. Well, lookit, if things should ever change in that department...

Nick Marshall: Oh, you'll be the first to know.

Lola: Promise?

Nick Marshall: I promise. Come here.

Lola: You talk to me like a woman, you think like a woman. Nick, come on, admit it. You're totally and completely gay!

Lola: [after she and Nick have had sex] AMAZING! Amazing! Ohhh! It was like, you were more inside me than anybody. Ever!

Nick Marshall: Well thanks, doll. I try.

Lola: No! No. I mean more inside my head! Like, you knew what I wanted and how I wanted it...

[moans]

Lola: We connected in a way that was beyond... Beyond!

[starts laughing]

Lola: Oh, my heart. My heart is beating so hard.

[continues laughing]

Lola: [inner thoughts] Who would have thought? Slow starter then turns out to be a genius in bed! Ladies and gentlemen, Nick Marshall is A SEX GOD!

Nick Marshall: Oh, yeah.

Lola: [inner thoughts] Hubba, hubba, here he comes, looking awfully good today! And I haven't had sex in 4 months... okay, 6. Ooooh, why do I attempt to stop him asking me out, I'm an idiot, idiot, IDIOT!

[speaking voice]

Lola: Hey Nick, how's it goin?

Nick Marshall: Lola, my love. I can't take "no" for an answer.

Lola: About what?

Nick Marshall: "About what."

[laughs softly]

Nick Marshall: About us.

Lola: [inner thoughts] Oh, just don't hurt me, Nick; I've been hurt too many times.

Nick Marshall: I know how hard it is to go out with someone new. I mean, there's always that fear of... well... getting hurt. At least that's how I feel inside.

Lola: Do you really?

Nick Marshall: All the time.

Lola: Me too all the time!

Nick Marshall: So, let's just take it slow, and see how it goes.

Lola: Slow is good. Slow is really good.

Nick Marshall: Yeah.

Lola: [giggles] You free tonight?

Lola: [inner thoughts as Lola and Nick start having sex] Okay, lied about the "grande"...

Lola: [inner thoughts after she and Nick have had sex] Ladies and gentlemen, Nick Marshall is a sex god!

Lola: So how've you been?

Stu: Sober. I'm in recovery - again. Someone very sweet called me a drunk. And I didn't like it.

Lola: Life can be so randomly beautiful.

Ella: Maybe we should just go to the hotel.

Lola: What? And miss the concert? Yeah, I don't think so.

Ella: We're not actually at the concert.

Lola: We're close. Stu Wolff's only a few yards away from us. And then he'll be at the after-party with us.

Ella: Your belief system amazes me.

Lola: I sunk into a depression only Hamlet would recognize.

Lola: Here's what I learned: when you're happy, the whole world's New York. And that dreams are important. Someday, when you're not even looking, they find you.

Lola: It was the first time I realized that absolute reality could be so much more fun than fantasy.

Lola: [as Eliza] I will be a teacher because being a teacher is the most worthy thing a person can be.

Lola: I like your... boots.

Lola: I lied because I wanted to make myself seem more interesting.

Ella: More interesting? We are 1,000 miles from home in a New York police station with a drunken rock star waiting for your dead father to show up. You want to be more interesting? More interesting than what?

Ella: I'm getting really scared being out here all alone, Lola.

Lola: We're not alone. We're with an adult.

Ella: Aside from the fact that he isn't actually with us, he isn't actually an adult. He's a rock star.

Karen: Ok. That's it. No allowance for 1 month and then you're gonna have a parole hearing.

Lola: I could really use the money now, mom. Can't you take it away next month or September?

Karen: No.

Lola: It's so good to love someone so much that it hurts. I don't know how people survive this. Honestly, I don't.

Lola: Friendship is not that easy to turn into love.

Lola: [looks horrified] Burgundy. Please, God, tell me I have not inspired something burgundy. Red. Red. *Red*. *Red*, Charlie boy. *Red*! Is the color of sex! Burgundy is the color of hot water bottles! Red is the color of sex and fear and danger and signs that say, Do. Not. Enter. All my favorite things in life.

Lola: [about her father] He wouldn't talk to me. Even when he got lung cancer. So it's ironic, really. Fags got him in the end.

Mrs. Cobb: Ah! Now the little pottery shoes, they're good luck, you see? You know, like Whitby has lucky glass ducks, Northampton has lucky pottery shoes. Can I just ask, are you a man?

Lola: I am, love, yes.

Mrs. Cobb: Ah, that's fine. Just so's I know how to leave the toilet seat.

Big Mike: Well, you wouldn't put a frock on. If you don't want to get off with blokes, why put a frock on?

Lola: Thing is, Mike, ask any woman what she likes most in a man. Compassion, tenderness, sensitivity. Traditionally the female virtues. Perhaps what women secretly desire is a man who is fundamentally a woman.

Lola: One never knows what joy one might find amongst the unwanted.

Don: [as lola insults the shoes] You'd look nice in 'em love.

Lola: [walks up to him slowly, sits on his knee, looks seductively into his eyes] If you can't get women to wear them...

Lola: [adopts a much deeper masculine voice] ... then you'll never get a bloke like me to where 'em.

Charlie Price: How much do you weigh?

Lola: The right amount! How much do you drink?

Lola: I have to warn you, Charlie from Northampton, I have a terrible habit of doing exactly the opposite of what people want of me.

Lola: [When looking at the first sample boot created by the Price & Sons company] Please, God! Tell me I have not inspired something burgundy!

Charlie Price: But they're comfy.

Lola: [after Lola had accidentally put the sample boot onto the loudspeaker microphone button] SEX, shouldn't be comfy!

Mel: Thank God, I thought it was just me!

Lola: There's a little... chill in the air... isn't there?

Lola: Put on a frock and I can sing 'Stand by Your Man' in front of five hundred strangers... Put on a pair of jeans and I can't even sodding well say hello.

Lola: Look to the heel, young man. The sex is in the heel.

Lauren: Lola, you're gonna have to excuse Charlie. We don't have many transvestites in Northampton.

Lola: I'm not merely a transvestite, sweetheart. I'm also a drag queen. It's a simple equation. A drag queen puts on a frock, looks like Kylie. A transvestite puts on a frock, looks like... Boris Yeltsin in lipstick. There, I said it.

Lola: Came all this way for my advice? I feel like Oprah!

Lola: Change your mind about someone.

Lola: There are some very funny people out there.

Lola: Ladies, gentlemen and those who are yet to make up your mind.

Lola: [regarding his broken boot heel] Like most things in life, they cannot stand the weight of a man.

Lola: Sex shouldn't be comfy!

Lola: I gave up the provinces years ago Charlie, and I've just been reminded why: Lola doesn't do North

Charlie Price: Northampton's the Midlands

Lola: NO Charlie; Tot'n'am Court Road is the Midlands

Lola: Northampton

Charlie Price: Northampton

Milan Organiser: Northampton, Northampton, Northampton

Harold Price: Northhhhhampton

Don: Kentucky?

Charlie Price: It's what my dad wanted and all.

Lola: Strapless cocktail dress?

Lola: A woman's juices are the best disinfectant.

Lola: Everyone always says, "to love someone else, you have to learn how to love yourself". I don't know, after this year I don't think that's true. I think to love yourself, you have to learn how to love other people.

Lola: If it's any consolation, his dick was so big it hurt my back!

Henry: Oh, he has a bigger dick than me too? No, that is a consolation. You should go into the greeting card business. 'Sorry I cheated on you. P.S. your dick is smaller!'

Lola: I took the zing out of the King of Siam. / I took the starch out of the sails of the Prince of Wales. / It's no great art gettin' the heart of a man on a silver platter. / A little brains, a little talent with an emphasis on the latter!

Lola: Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets / And little man, little Lola wants you!

Mr. Applegate: Have a nice trip?

Lola: Perfect. The plane crashed in Cleveland.

Mr. Applegate: Good. Now about that job in Chicago.

Lola: Just dandy. I got the old boy to embezzle 100,000 dollars and lost it for him at the race track. Then his wife left him and he took to drink. I told him I was through and he jumped out the window... twenty second story.

Mr. Applegate: That's high enough, that's fine.

Lola: I wanna try the Empire State Building on this next one.

Mr. Applegate: I've got too much on my mind. I'm overworked.

Lola: Oh, I know, poor dear. Elections coming up.

Mr. Applegate: I've got thousands of Washington fans drooling under the illusion that the Senators are going to win the pennant!

Lola: Aw Chief, that's awfully good! When they lose there'll be suicides and heart attacks and apoplexy... just like the good old days!

Lola: Joe, would you like to take Lola some place tonight?

Joe Hardy: Gee, I - I sure would like to but, uh, you know what Mr. Van Buren would say.

Lola: He'd say you lucky boy.

Joe Hardy: No, no! He'd say it's late. He likes us to get to bed early.

Lola: Any particular place?

Mr. Applegate: You should have seen a real artist at work! You couldn't get him away from his wife, huh? Well I could!

Lola: How? Is he crazy about you?

Mr. Applegate: Going a little far don't you think?

Lola: What's the matter? Didn't ya like it?

Mr. Applegate: I like it fine. Puff him up baby, I'll bring him down again.

Lola: You'll what?

Mr. Applegate: It's already started. Keep your eyes open, homewrecker. You'll find out who's got the pain in the mambo.

Mr. Applegate: I see it all now! Ya doped me. But why? Why?

Lola: Because I love him!

Lola: So, what do you do?

Hlynur: Nothing.

Lola: What kind of nothing?

Hlynur: The nothing kind of nothing.

Hófí: A real lesbian? Tell me, what it's like? I've always been curious about that you know, to know what it's like!

Lola: There's only one way to find out my sweetheart

Hlynur: Can I come too?

Lola: No. I don't take groups

Manni: What if I were in a coma, and the doc says, "One more day?"

Lola: I'd throw you into the ocean... Shock therapy.

[flashback to conversation between Lola and Manni]

Lola: Manni - you're not dead yet.

[cuts back to Manni dying on the road after being run over by an ambulance]

Manni: I'm not?

Lola: Who's that slut?

Herr Meier: Is everything all right?

Lola: No.

Vater: To think that I could have fathered a loon like you!

Lola: But you did, you jerk!

Vater: Oh, yeah? Your real father didn't even live to see your birth!

Lola: It's dangerous to love.

Lola: One should never look back. One should never regret. Never.

Lola: You've got 10 seconds to go or Daddy's gonna nail it to the chair.

Lola: Bring the hammer, Daddy.

Lola: Is it finger lickin' good?

Lola: I'm gonna go to your house now and stab your mummy just like you did my Daddy. Then I'm gonna go find Holly and stab her in the heart just like you did to me.

Lola: How do I look?

Daddy: Pretty as a picture.

Lola, Daddy: We can't hear you!

Lola: It's crying...

Lola: Who looks prettier: me or Bright Eyes?

Lola: [outgoing message] Yaaay voicemail!

Lola: It's so nice to see you again.

Penny Hale: Thank you, Miss Lola. I'm glad I went away. It's so much fun to come home again.

Lola: What shall you and I do first, go to the movies, or take a walk through the park, or...?

Penny Hale: Well, I may not have much time. I have a man to take care of now, and you know how much trouble they can be.

Lola: I certainly do. We'll talk about it later. Goodbye, darling.

Penny Hale: Isn't she nice, Kitty? When she and Daddy came to see me at school, even Miss Vincent liked her.

Kitty: She's all right, but believe me the rest of her tribe is wacky.

Lola: He wouldn't even listen to what you had to say? Honestly, darling, even if he is my own uncle ...

Jeff Hale: You can't call him anything that I haven't.

Lola: I know what we can do.

Jeff Hale: Oh, let's just forget about it.

Lola: Oh, so you're quitting?

Jeff Hale: I'm not qutting, but what else can I do?

Lola: Listen, Jeff. I've been handling him since I was a little girl, and I've always gotten what I wanted. You won't do any good trying to fight him. You've got to go around him.

Lola: Penny, what have you been doing with yourself?

Penny Hale: I've been very busy taking care of my daddy.

Lola: Oh, by the way, how is he?

Penny Hale: Well, when he's around me, he acts cheerful, but I don't think he's cheerful inside. I think he's worried.

Lola: Probably because he hasn't any more buildings to put up.

Penny Hale: No, I think he's worried about you.

Lola: Oh, Penny, you're just guessing! What makes you think that?

Penny Hale: He's always asking me questions about you. Just like you're asking me questions about him.

Lola: I love that man, and I'm going to marry him!

Samuel G. Henshaw: Over my dead body you're going to marry him!

Lola: I don't care if it's over everybody's dead body! I'm going to marry Jeff Hale.

Samuel G. Henshaw: Well, you wouldn't be my neice if you didn't have a will of your own.

Lola: Uncle Sam, you don't mean that?

Samuel G. Henshaw: You're going to live in the basement, I suppose?

Lola: We won't have to live in the basement if you'll listen to Jeff. He has so much to offer. All he needs is someone to cooperate with him instead of fighting.

Samuel G. Henshaw: Well, maybe I could do something for him.

Lola: [kissing him] Uncle Sam, you're a peach!

Lola: Did you love your wife very much?

Von Bohm: I don't really know, perhaps. I came back from the war, and told myself: That's the woman I really love, otherwise I wouldn't have married her. But I didn't feel love. It was just... like the memory of love... Then she told me there was someone else, and for the first time since being back, I really felt something. Not love, but pain. I was thankful to my wife for teaching me how to feel again, even if it was pain.

Lola: I am corrupt.

Esslin: [First lines] He who has no house shall not build one. He who is alone shall long remain so...

Lola: Why do you only read me sad poems?

Esslin: Poetry is always sad.

Lola: And why's that? Why can't it be funny for once?

Esslin: Because a poem comes from the soul. And the soul is sad.

Lola: Is it? And why is that? Nitwit.

Esslin: Because the soul knows more than the mind. That's why it's sad.

Lola: Strange. For me, it's the other way around. For me, the mind knows more than the soul.

Lola: Bring your new friend along sometime.

Schukert: Here? You're nuts.

Lola: I don't know.

Schukert: He'll never come here.

Lola: Why? Is he a homo?

Schukert: What? That's a good one! Von Bohm, a homo! Von Bomo!

Esslin: Lola, he's no man for you.

Lola: He's no man for me? He's no man for me? Well, maybe - I'm a woman for him!

Lola: Just once I'd like to know why the whole world thinks I'm a leper. Even my own mother.

Lola: Marie, what will become of you? Your Grandma's a cleaning lady and a spy, your mother's a leprous whore, and your father is a bastard with a zest for life.

Little Marie: What's a whore?

Lola's Mother: Marie-Louise!

Lola: A whore is something for sale, like that Ming thing there. Except you can touch them, and they're not so rare.

Lola: Hello.

Lola: What are you doing here?

Lola's Mother: He lives here. He's a Negro.

Lola: I can see that.

Lola: A greedy pig like you is even happy to be called a pig.

Lola: I don't get it?

Schukert: Then let me explain, young lady. It's because you have the sweetest ass in all of NATO.

Lola: Do I?

Lola: If he knew what you're really like, he wouldn't have said "bird of prey." He'd have said "vulture."

Schukert: A very useful bird.

Lola: This city isn't for you. You should move on. Anywhere. Just don't stay here.

Von Bohm: But I've only just arrived. How can this city be bad, if it's good for you?

Lola: The people here have a private life and a public life, and the two have nothing to do with each other.

Esslin: Would you want to live in a world that has lost all morality? Where there's only evil and depravity and corruption?

Lola: Gladly.

Von Bohm: Strip.

Lola: Naked? That costs extra.

Von Bohm: Do you have any of that - slutty underwear?

Lola: That costs extra too.

Von Bohm: Then put it on.

Lola: You're such a sweet bastard.

Lola: Your definition? It's lucky the world isn't made according to your definiton,'cause it would be an ugly one. With all your cakes and frocks and olives but no love. 'Cause that's the thing you fear most, isn't it, love? You're afraid of it,you try and kill it in other people, but you can't stop people from loving each other! You can throw away all Brownie's letters but you can't keep him from me, because he's in me.

Lola: Here! Had such fun running this up on your nice little electric machine that goes frontwards and backwards and sideways and all around the town and buttonholes and god knows what other shit! Well you can stick your stupid little frock!

[flirting during a poker game]

Lomax: What's your pleasure?

Lola: Stud.

Lomax: You know, Pierce upped the ante on you. You're worth twelve thousand to me... dead.

Taw Jackson: And a hundred thousand alive.

Lomax: One's a gamble, the other's a sure thing.

Taw Jackson: Lomax, nothing's a sure thing.

Lola: [from the bedroom] Precious?

Lomax: Well, I didn't feel much like shooting you this morning anyway... partner.

Taw Jackson: Neither did I... precious.

Lola: Why do you want trouble?

Willie Boy: It goes with you.

Lola: I'm not worth it.

Willie Boy: You bet.

Lola: Here comes your trouble - my father and my brothers.

Lola: Willie, are you going to kill them?

Willie Boy: If I have to.

Lola: What do you mean, "If you have to?"

Willie Boy: I mean if they keep comin'.

Lola: But they're white, Willie. They'll shoot forever.

Willie Boy: How long is that? Less than you think.

Lola: It's crazy, Willie! You can't win. You can't beat them, Willie, ever.

Willie Boy: Maybe... maybe. But they'll know I was here.

Lola: It's Charlie Newcomb.

Willie Boy: Maybe they put a few dollars on my head and he needs a new guitar.