Luna Schlosser Quotes in Sleeper (1973)

Luna Schlosser: Oh, I see. You don't believe in science, and you also don't believe that political systems work, and you don't believe in God, huh?

Miles Monroe: Right.

Luna Schlosser: So then, what do you believe in?

Miles Monroe: Sex and death - two things that come once in a lifetime... but at least after death, you're not nauseous.

Luna Schlosser: It's hard to believe that you haven't had sex for 200 years.

Miles Monroe: 204, if you count my marriage.

Luna Schlosser: I think we should have had sex, but there weren't enough people.

Luna Schlosser: Miles, do you know that "God" spelled backwards is "dog"?

Miles Monroe: So?

Luna Schlosser: It makes you think.

Miles Monroe: Luna, help me push the car.

Luna Schlosser: "Regis - register commies, not guns." What's that mean?

Miles Monroe: What?

Luna Schlosser: "Register commies, not guns."

Miles Monroe: Oh, he was probably a member of the National Rifle Association. There was a group that helped criminals get guns so they could shoot citizens. It was a public service.

Luna Schlosser: I'm great physically. I got a Ph.D. in oral sex.

Miles Monroe: Yeah, they make you take any Spanish with that?

Luna Schlosser: Sex is different now. There are no problems. Everyone is frigid now.

Miles Monroe: So all the men are impotent.

Luna Schlosser: Pretty much, except for those whose ancestors were Italian.

Miles Monroe: I knew there was something in that pasta.

Miles Monroe: Perform sex? Uh, uh, I don't think I'm up to a performance, but I'll rehearse with you, if you like.

Luna Schlosser: Okay. I just thought you might want to; they have a machine here.

Miles Monroe: Machine? I'm not getting into that thing. I, I'm strictly a hand operator; you know, I, I... I don't like anything with moving parts that are not my own.

Luna Schlosser: You were screaming out different names in your sleep.

Miles Monroe: I was having sexual nightmares.

Luna Schlosser: What's it feel like to be dead for 200 years?

Miles Monroe: Like spending a weekend in Beverly Hills.

Miles Monroe: You remind me of Lisa Sorenson

Luna Schlosser: Who?

Miles Monroe: An old girlfriend from the village. A Trotskyite, who became a Jesus freak, and was arrested for selling pornographic connect-the-dot books.

Luna Schlosser: You have to give yourself up! They won't hurt you. They'll re-structure your brain.

Miles Monroe: Hey, nobody touches my brain; they may drop it. Then I'll talk like Mr. Lepidus who got hit by lightning.

Luna Schlosser: Please! I wanna go home! I'm getting a headache! I'm hungry! I haven't had a stress pill! I haven't had a bath in 7 hours! I'm telling you, I'm not accustomed to this!

Luna Schlosser: Would you like to perform sex with me?

Miles Monroe: Perform sex? I don't think I'm up to performing, but I would rehearse with you if you'd like.

Luna Schlosser: [Luna's house party. Herald's arrived, bearing a gift; a Keane-like painting, of some big, doe-eyed, little girl, peering out at the viewer, from behind a pole, and is presenting it to Luna] Herald, it's wonderful! Oh, you shouldn't have, really!

Herald Cohen: [Herald's proudly smiling, next to this videos painting] Ijust thought you'd like it!

Luna Schlosser: [Luna's staring at it, a very long cigarette holder in one hand, and a look of intenseness is on her face, as she visually studies the painting] Oh, it's keen! It-it's pure keen! No

[spreads her hand, as if overcome with a revelation]

Luna Schlosser: No, it's greater than keen...

[dramatic pause]

Luna Schlosser: it's 'Cugat'!

Miles Monroe: [jealous] Can he do this?

[prances]

Luna Schlosser: You're an idiot.

Miles Monroe: We're doing it my way.