Marcy Quotes in Paparazzi (2004)

Leonard Clark: Nice legs. What time do they open?

Marcy: [angrily] Does that line usually WORK where you come from?

Leonard Clark: Yeah, once or twice.

Marcy: LEAVE! NOW!

[a few minutes later across the bar]

Wendell Stokes: What's she like?

Leonard Clark: She's a lesbian.

Rex Harper: Oh yeah. I'm going for a second opinion.

Kevin Rosner: [chuckles] God, you get a lot of lesbians.

[Rex has a videotape of Marcy having sex]

Rex Harper: You still think you're going to tell the police the truth about Laramie's accident, you'd BETTER THINK AGAIN! Not only will I broadcast this on every porno site on the internet, I'll make sure a copy ends up on your father's desk at the State Department.

Marcy: You wouldn't do that?

Rex Harper: Wouldn't I? That's not MY FACE you see on that screen. So go. GO to the police! SEE if I'm bluffing! Meanwhile, get out of my GODDAMN HOUSE! Get out of here!

Marcy: That's not funny, Bert.

Bert: Yes it is, you fuckin slut.

Marcy: [Two of Marcy's friends have caught the deadly virus, her boyfriend has just run off and abandoned them, leaving her and Paul alone in the cabin] We're all gonna get it. We're all gonna get sick. Jeff's off in the woods getting drunk.

Paul: No. Burt's gonna get help, Karen will be fine. I promise.

Marcy: It's like being on a plane, when you know it's gonna crash - everyone around you is screaming, yelling "We're going down! We're going down!" And all you really wanna do is grab the person next to you and fuck the shit out of them, 'cuz you know you're gonna be dead soon, anyway.

[She looks seductively at Paul, who actually is 'the person next to her']

Paul: [All their friends are dying of the mysterious virus, Paul and Marcy have just started having sex] You don't use condoms?

Marcy: Don't worry, I'm healthy.

Marcy: [after the gang incinerated a diseased hermit who came to them for help] You boys gonna kill *each other* now?

[From the trailer]

Paul: Is it safe?

Marcy: [Having sex with him] Don't worry, I'm healthy.

[Shortly after having passionate sex with Paul, Marcy discovers some red marks on her back]

Marcy: Jesus, Paul, you really did a number on my back!

[Just after a tense discussion with the group about burning the hermit to death]

Marcy: I need a bath.

[Mumbling]

Marcy: Jeff's mom has such great ideas, 'Let's get a cabin'... so gay!

Marcy: [after having a spontaneous sexual encounter with her, Paul awkwardly informs Marcy that he intends to leave the Cabin immediately, which surprises her] What about Bert?

Paul: [Agitated] I can't wait for him any longer. I have to get out of here!

Marcy: Paul, what about Karen? PAUL?

[She sighs, realizing that he has already gone, leaving her all alone]

Marcy: It just doesn't fit the HBO brand. We do violence and heartache but it's sexy. Do you understand?

Linda: Of course, what was I thinking? I mean you know what we could do? We could throw in some vampires in there to have sex with the penguins, and then you could have brooding sexy little vampire penguins. Would that work for your brand? What if the polar bears were hookers and on meth and then just show their tits for no reason? How would that work?

Marcy: I think you're joking but if you could do that that would be very interesting for us.

Marcy: My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you?

Paul Hackett: "The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah.

Marcy: Well, whenever he - you know, when he came...

Paul Hackett: Yeah.

Marcy: ...he would scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!"

Paul Hackett: Wow.

Marcy: Instead of saying something normal like, "Oh, God," or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.

[after sampling one of Marcy's joints]

Paul Hackett: What type of pot is this?

Marcy: Colombian.

Paul Hackett: That's a lie.

Marcy: What?

Paul Hackett: This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot.

Marcy: That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was...

Paul Hackett: Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you.

Marcy: Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore. Are you all right?

Paul Hackett: Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here to see in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now!

Marcy: What's the matter?

Paul Hackett: I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up.

Marcy: Right now?

Paul Hackett: Yes, right now!

Marcy: They're in Kiki's bedroom.

Paul Hackett: Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have ANYTHING to hold them down with.

Paul Hackett: Which way you headed?

Marcy: Downtown, SoHo.

Paul Hackett: Oh, nice... nice. A loft?

Marcy: Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses.

Paul Hackett: Really...

Marcy: She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one?

Paul Hackett: Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they?

Marcy: I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460.

Paul Hackett: 243-3460.

Marcy: Her name's Kiki Bridges.

Paul Hackett: Kiki Bridges, okay.

Marcy: Nice talkin' to ya.

Paul Hackett: Yeah, great talkin' to you.

Paul Hackett: Boy, I'm sorry. I guess I've really been runnin' you through the mill tonight.

Marcy: It's okay, I'm used to it.

Marcy: I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there on the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made a move, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours.

Paul Hackett: My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy?

Marcy: No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are.

Marcy: [stops kissing Howard] What? What am I doing?

[leaving the apartment]

Howard: No, wait!

Marcy: No, I'm sorry, you know, no, no, I'm just having a really tough time right now and I don't want to do something that makes me want to kill myself later.

[short break]

Marcy: That didn't come out exactly the way I meant.

Marcy: Is he going to pound all day? I'm trying to meditate.