Lucia Quotes in The Cold Light of Day (2012)

Lucia: He said he was a business consultant.

Will: Business consultant. That's rich.

Lucia: What about you? What do you do?

Will: I used to run a small company.

Lucia: And what did your small company do?

Will: Business consultants.

Lucia: Sometimes I think, the more a parent is absent, the more you love them.

Will: Dad was no traitor... Carrack played him, played him just like she played the Israelis

Lucia: Israelis are out there right?

Will: Let's hope so

Miranda Priestly: No. And I've seen all this before.

Jocelyn: Theyskens is trying to reinvent the drop waist, so actually it's...

Miranda Priestly: Where are all the other dresses?

Lucia: We have some right here.

Nigel: Stand, watch and listen.

Jocelyn: And I think it can be very interesting...

Miranda Priestly: No. No, I just- It's just baffling to me. Why is it so impossible to put together a decent run-through? You people have had hours and hours to prepare. It's just so confusing to me. Where are the advertisers?

Jocelyn: We have some pieces from Banana Republic.

Miranda Priestly: We need more, don't we? Oh. This is- This might be- What do you think of...

Nigel: Yeah. Well, you know me. Give me a full ballerina skirt and a hint of saloon and I'm on board.

Miranda Priestly: But do you think it's too much like...

Nigel: Like the Lacroix from July? I thought that, but no, not with the right accessories. It should work.

Miranda Priestly: Where are the belts for this dre- Why is no one ready?

Lucia: Here. It's a tough call. They're so different.

Danny: [Narrating] My mom was the kind of person whose love could kill you if you weren't careful. I guess she blames herself because I was born three months premature.

Lucia: Have a good day, okay?

Larry: Mom!

Danny: [Narrating] But I was just in a hurry to get out. I'm always in a hurry.

Lucia: Oh, good, it's my delivery from 1-800-PITY.

Sheriff Carl Tippett: What's the point of sleeping with you if it doesn't get your attention? If I always come second to Bill?

Lucia: Excuse me?

Sheriff Carl Tippett: Say the point of sex isn't recreation or procreation or any of that stuff. Say it's concentration. Say it's supposed to focus your attention on the person you're sleeping with, like biological highlighter.

[significant pause]

Sheriff Carl Tippett: Otherwise, there's just too many people in the world.

Lucia: So while I'm sleeping with you, I'm not supposed to care about anybody else?

Sheriff Carl Tippett: Look for me first in any crowded room. And I'll do likewise.

[poignant pause]

Sheriff Carl Tippett: Otherwise, a person ends up sleeping with somebody else.

[Looks at her intensely and then sits back and waits]

Lucia: It's just a habit, thinking about Bill. Because of Tom.

Sheriff Carl Tippett: I know.

Lucia: This is how we do things on the Planet Maturia. We have much to teach you.

Lucia: I don't know how you do it. You're always so nice and so calm. Tom was like that too. It's depressing.

Bill Truitt: You're nice.

Lucia: That's how I always felt around you too, like the Baroness in The Sound of Music. While everybody's just singing and climbing an Alp. And I just wanna STUFF THAT GUITAR UP THAT NUN'S ASS! And... ugh!

Lucia: I don't know. I just don't - I don't get sex.

Bill Truitt: You should get out more.

Lucia: I mean, "I don't understand sex." I don't get it. Get it? It seems like a lot of trouble for not much. Am I the only one that thinks this?

Bill Truitt: I don't think you're the tip of an iceberg, frankly.

Lucia: I would rather have a backrub, you know. It lasts longer and there's no fluids. You know, what's so great about that? It's like, "Hi! I'd like to blow my nose on your face." I mean, you wouldn't like that, would you?

Bill Truitt: And after they do it, they never phone you.

Lucia: Yeah, or a shampoo. You know, just a really great shampoo. That would make sense. If you were chasing this asshole all around the country because he gave really great shampoos...

Bill Truitt: It's not just sex, Lucia. I CARE for Matt, alright?

Lucia: It IS sex, Bill. You just won't admit it. Cuz you wanna be above that. You wanna think that nothing that happened happened because you like sex.

Bill Truitt: I'm really beat.

Lucia: You know, sex kills, Bill. You just - you won't accept that. But why do you think there's no more real Hawaiians, huh? And why would they bother coming up with the phrase "died in childbirth" if it only happened one time? It's fucking dangerous, sex!

Bill Truitt: Tom didn't die because of sex.

Lucia: Didn't he? I mean, PC crap aside, didn't sex kill Tom? Huh? I mean, if he just couldn't get enough shampoos or backrubs, wouldn't he still be here today?

Bill Truitt: You might as well say I killed him.

Lucia: You didn't give it to him.

Bill Truitt: No, but some OTHER faggot did! Isn't that what you think?

Lucia: No. What I think is: Fine. Chase this bimbo from Indiana to Chippewa Falls, for all I care. Go ahead. Throw away your reputation, your job, and your students, and whatever because you want Matt. That's - it your RIGHT! Just don't say that it's about love, okay? You're an English teacher. Call things by their right name.

Lucia: You're probably a blessing in disguise. Fucking good disguise.

Lucia: Why did he grow that beard? And his posture! He looks like Early Man.

[Dedee in labor]

Lucia: Are you having contractions?

Dedee: No, this is my sleepy face! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?

Matt Mateo: I'm bisexual.

Lucia: Puh-lease! I went to a bar mitzvah once. That doesn't make me Jewish.

Lucia: Bill, I don't think he's as stupid we think.

Bill Truitt: As you think, Lucia.

[She gets mad and walks to the door]

Lucia: Fine! Goddammit! God... Fuck! Shit! I hope Tom Cruise is as straight as they come... I never thought he wasn't!

Dedee Truitt: Bill's kind of cute. I mean, even though he's old.

Lucia: He's 35!

Dedee Truitt: Yeah but he's still kind of cute. Too bad he's a fairy, right?

Lucia: [huffily] That is not how I would put it.

Dedee Truitt: Well, then too bad he's however *you'd* put it.

Lucia: See, you think you're being nice, but it's really just self-destructive.

Bill Truitt: When is it too hot to analyze me? 110, 115 degrees?

Lucia: You've got a death wish. So selfish.

[pause]

Lucia: I have one too, but I direct it toward others.

[about marrying Matt]

Dedee: I just don't think it's something we should rush into.

Lucia: Oh, no, no. But bring another human life onto the planet - that's whim time.

Bill Truitt: He made his bed, he can lie in it.

Lucia: If there's room.

Lucia: Matt, this is not your baby, OK? It's some other idiot's baby, probably with an eighth grade education and a trunk full of Waco pamphlets.

Lucia: Vagina, vagina, vagina. Does that word do anything for you?

Bill Truitt: I don't think it does much for anyone, gay or straight.

Dedee: God. How does a woman get so bitter?

Lucia: Observation.

Lucia: This is about trimesters.

Matt Mateo: Yeah, I know. I want her to go back to school too.

Dedee: [discussing Tom's death from AIDS] Did he give it to Bill?

Lucia: That is none of your business.

Dedee: Actually it is. I could drink from the wrong cup or something by mistake.

Lucia: God, what do they teach you in Louisiana?

Lucía: Which do you prefer? Wild sex with a stranger? Or sex with someone you know, someone you love, but also wild?

Lorenzo: What?

Lucía: You have to choose. Wild sex with a stranger, or wild sex with someone who's crazy about you, and who you love? Go ahead. Be frank.

Lorenzo: With you.

Lucía: Finally...

Carlos: This really isn't an island.

Lucía: It isn't?

Carlos: It's a giant lid. A floating piece of earth. Like a raft.

Lucía: But it isn't moving.

Carlos: People get dizzy here during high tide. And no one knows why.

Lucía: Except you.

Carlos: I've dived underneath the whole island. It's totally hollow. Thousands of caves, but nothing else. Not a single rock connects it to the sea floor.

Hans: I'm only here to ask you some questions on behalf of myself and the others, and to have a look at you. Look, I could have come at another time to see him too, but, I don't need to speak to him. I don't need to speak to him... in front of you. Useless. With this business of the trial, he's... become too diffident.

Lucia: He's right.

Hans: What do you mean?

Lucia: Because then for the first time he saw you all clearly. Nothing's changed, has it?

Hans: You're wrong. We've all had our trials. Now we are cured and live in peace with ourselves.

Lucia: There's no cure.

Hans: It is you who are ill. Otherwise, you wouldn't be with somebody who made you...

Lucia: That's my affair.

Hans: Very well. But nevertheless, your mind is disturbed. That's why you're here, fishing up the past.

Lucia: Max is more than just the past.

[Lucia crawls under a table]

Hans: Listen. Why don't you go to the police? If you want to, I'll take you. Hm?

Lucia: Dr. Fogler, I remember you so well. You gave a lot of orders.

Hans: Then you can't have forgotten that your Max was an obedient Sturmscharführer. Remember?

Lucia: I don't remember.

Hans: I certainly can't oblige you to remember if you don't want to.

[clears his throat]

Hans: I'm only here to ask you to testify, to find out... if the situation in which you find yourself is of your own choice.

Lucia: I'm all right here.

Hans: Yes. You both want to live in peace, right? One lives in peace... when one is in harmony with one's close friends, when one respects an agreement. Tell Max that. We could have denounced him to the police for the murder of Mario. But we didn't. Max is ill. He mustn't be too far away from us! He's locked you up here. We could go to the police about that, too, no?

Lucia: I'm here of my own free will. This chain is because of you, so none of you can take me away.

Hans: If we wanted to carry you off, would this chain stop us? You poor fool. A chain can be cut. None of us is thinking of violence.

Lucia: Hmm, I know how your, your witnesses end up. Max told me.

[Lucia crawls out from under the table, away from Hans]

Hans: Max doesn't know what he's saying or doing. His mind is disordered.

Lucia: [crawling into the bathroom] Get out. Go away. Go away!

[slams the door]

Hans: If you change your mind, if the chain grows heavy... call me.

[Max and Lucia are laughing while caressing each other]

Max: Ah, no, no. Too fast, too fast. Too long. Too long.

[kisses her]

Lucia: Oh, Max, Max...

Max: [stressful] Tell me, why'd you come? Tell me. Tell me!

Lucia: [screams] I WANT YOU!

Max: Tell me what to do. Tell me where to go. Tell me what to do.

Lucia: No...

Max: Tell me what to do!

Lucia: [laughing] No!

[they continue to kiss and caress each other]

Max: I love you so.

[Max has handcuffed Lucia to a long chain attached to the bathroom]

Lucia: Why?

Max: So they can't take you away.

Lucia: Who?

Max: Klaus... Bert, Hans.

[Lucia giggles]

Max: It's nothing to laugh about.

Lucia: And if they come with a file?

Max: Then you fight.

[Lucia continues giggling]

Max: [angrily] DON'T LAUGH!

Lucía: You don't seem very surprised...

Diego: Oh, no... How could the poor girl be a ghost? So pretty and with such sad eyes...

Lucía: Have you seen her?

Diego: Yes... haven't you, ma'am?

Lucía: How could I? She's dead!

Bernarda: I would not be surprised if all of a sudden Claudia got a fondness for heliotropes.

Lucía: Well, now that you mention it... I was afraid to show you this... Claudia had this with her today.

[shows Bernarda a bunch of heliotropes]