Maria Quotes in Assassin's Creed (2016)

Cal Lynch: Sultan Muhammad is weak. He'll surrender the Apple and betray the Creed for the prince's life. He loves his son.

Maria: Love makes us weak.

Maria: Our own lives mean nothing. What matters is what we leave behind.

Maria: When I die today don't waste your tears.

Django: [pulls a blanket from Maria's bed] I'm taking a blanket.

Maria: Thank you.

Django: For what?

Maria: All that you've done for me.

Django: [starts to leave] I didn't do it for you.

Maria: Thank you, even if it wasn't for me.

Django: I don't know... if I should have save you.

Maria: It's not for me to say. But for the first time, I felt like I was a real woman. Someone to protect, and... and to be loved, Django.

Django: [drops the blanket and closes the door] I'm glad I made you feel like a real woman - very glad. I mean that.

Richard Boyle: Marry me.

María: What?

Richard Boyle: We could have a family together!

María: I can't marry a divorced man!

Richard Boyle: God!

María: And you, Richard, are a bad Catholic in all ways.

Richard Boyle: How am I a bad Catholic?

María: You are living in sin. You drink!

Richard Boyle: Okay, yeah, once in a while...

María: You sleep with many women... Do you smoke marijuana?

Richard Boyle: No, that was Rock! He's a troublemaker!

María: And you lie. You scheming scum! What is good or decent about you? What redemption can you expect?

Richard Boyle: Well none I guess, but look... okay you got a point, I am a fucking weasel, there's no doubt about that. But think about this... If I went to church, I haven't been to church in thirty years, but if I went and I took confession, and with the communion together that'd be great! We could go to Archbishop Romero, you know he knows me, he likes me very much. I could become his Catholic worker, that'd be wonderful, I could get a little basket and collect coins...

María: I always dreamed of going to California.

Richard Boyle: It's a wacko joint. Not like El Salvador.

Jonathan: Oh, Dad, I'm sorry. It was in my backpack when I jumped into the moat.

Maria: You, uh, jumped into a moat?

Al: You jumped in a moat with my Nikon?

Jonathan: Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I had to... I... it's kind of a long story.

Al: I've got all night.

Al: No. And that's final!

Jonathan: Mom.

Maria: Al!

Maria: So when do you think you'll be ready to have it?

Inspector Zenigata: Have what?

Maria: My cooking! You brought it up! And I've been practicing!

Inspector Zenigata: Oh.

Maria: Do you know why I've been practicing? Because you remind me so much of my father!

Inspector Zenigata: Your FATHER?

[groans]

Inspector Zenigata: [to himself] It figures. I never get the girl...

Maria: What's wrong with you?

Inspector Zenigata: The damn pedal's on too light! Lupin's getting away!

[car chase]

Maria: [driving] If I speed, you might get suspended again!

Inspector Zenigata: [pops his head out the passenger's seat] Whatever! My only goal is to put Lupin the Third behind bars!

Lupin III: Good old Pops...

Lupin III: Why don't you team up with me?

Maria: With a thief?

Lupin III: Every day is an exciting roller-coaster ride!

Maria: It's tempting...

Inspector Zenigata: Your roller-coaster leads right into jail!

Maria: [interviewing Zenigata] What's the greatest joy in your life?

Inspector Zenigata: Arresting Lupin.

Maria: What is your motto?

Inspector Zenigata: Arresting Lupin.

Maria: Why haven't you ever been able to arrest Lupin?

Inspector Zenigata: Could you please stop talking?

Losey: Who are these kids?

Maria: They are the opposite of you.

Maria: [Revealing her skill with fencing] Did I mention I also studied fencing?

[last lines]

Kumar Patel: Ladies and Roldy, how would you like to get really fucking high since we're in Amsterdam?

Vanessa: Yeah.

Harold Lee: Shall we?

Maria: Sounds like a plan.

Kumar Patel, Harold Lee: Let's do it!

Maria: Fuck a baby into me!

Maria: I do not know how to kiss, or I would kiss you. Where do the noses go?

Robert Jordan: Are you afraid?

Maria: Not now. I love you, Roberto. Always remember. I love you as I loved my father and mother, as I love our unborn children, as I love what I love most in the world, and I love you more. Always remember.

Robert Jordan: I'll remember.

Maria: Nothing can ever part us now, can it?

Robert Jordan: Nothing, Maria.

Maria: Kiss me.

Robert Jordan: You're shameless.

Maria: Yes.

Maria: She

[Pilar]

Maria: said, 'we must live all our life in the time that remains.'

Maria: If you don't love me, I'll love you enough for both of us.

George Conway: You are more beautiful than the women of Thailand; more feminine than the women of France; more pliable than the women of Japan; more...

Maria: Stop, stop. I don't want to hear about all these other women. What I want to hear is that you won't leave me.

Miss Finch: Come on, Big Bird, you don't want to miss your plane.

Maria: Just a minute. Give me a big hug, Big Bird.

[they embrace]

Maria: Don't forget to write.

Big Bird: I won't, Maria.

Count: Don't forget to count, Big Bird!

Big Bird: Okay, Count.

Bob: And don't forget to dress warmly, okay, Big Bird?

Big Bird: I've got my muffler, Bob.

Grover: Don't forget to breathe! In and out!

Big Bird: I always do, Grover.

[Linda signs something to Big Bird]

Big Bird: I'll read every day.

Cookie Monster: Don't forget to eat, Big Bird!

Big Bird: I won't, Cookie Monster.

[Oscar comes slowly out of his trash can]

Big Bird: Well, goodbye, Oscar.

Oscar the Grouch: [surprised] What? Why, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

Maria: [reading a letter from Big Bird to Sesame Street] ... So that's my new home. I should be happy here.

[pause]

Maria: What's wrong with me?

[then, with great surprise]

Maria: Love, Big Dodo?

[everyone begins whispering amongst themselves]

Maria: [finishing the letter] Big Bird to you.

Oscar the Grouch: [driving into a junkyard] This is where I wanna be - grouch paradise! Just look it at. It's like a work of art.

Telly Monster: It is different, Maria.

Maria: Oscar, I want you to turn this car around right now and head for Toadstool!

Oscar the Grouch: Ah, an angry face in a beautiful place - heaven.

Bob: [over phone] He's at some kind of carnival.

Maria: At a carnival?

Olivia: That fun fair!

Linda: [signs something]

Olivia: We passed that hours ago!

Maria: That's what she just said!

Maria: Casanova, in person?

Pippo Popolino: In person, in love, and in a hurry. Kiss me!

[Pippo embraces Maria fiercely]

Maria: Oh, sir, you're too impetuous.

Pippo Popolino: I have to work fast. Venice is a big city. I'm getting to the age where I can only work a couple of canals a day.

Maria: But there should always be some polite conversation first.

Pippo Popolino: Well, if you insist on formalities - "Delightful weather we're having." Conversation over. Kiss me!

Maria: Referring to men: They only care for two things - and food's the other one.

Maria: You know how Sister Berthe always makes me kiss the floor after we've had a disagreement? Well, lately I've taken to kissing the floor whenever I see her coming, just to save time.

Captain von Trapp: It's the dress. You'll have to put on another one before you meet the children.

Maria: But I don't have another one. When we entered the abbey our worldly clothes were given to the poor.

Captain von Trapp: What about this one?

Maria: The poor didn't want this one.

Maria: When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.

Maria: Children can't do all the things they're supposed to if they have to worry about spoiling their precious clothes.

Captain von Trapp: They haven't complained yet.

Maria: Well, they wouldn't dare! They love you too much. They *fear* you too much!

Captain von Trapp: I don't wish you to discuss my children in this manner.

Maria: Well, you've got to hear from someone! You're never home long enough to know them.

Captain von Trapp: I said I don't want to hear anymore from you about my children!

Maria: I know you don't, but you've got to! Now, take Liesl.

Captain von Trapp: [hesitatingly] You will not say one word about Liesl, Fraulein.

Maria: She's not a child anymore, and one of these days, you're going to wake up and find that she's a woman. You won't even know her. And Friedrich, he's a boy, but he wants to be a man and there's no one to show him how.

Captain von Trapp: Don't you dare tell me about my son.

Maria: Brigitta could tell you about him if you let her get close to you. She notices everything.

Captain von Trapp: Fraulein...

Maria: And Kurt pretends he's tough not to show how hurt he is when you brush him aside,

Captain von Trapp: That will do!

Maria: the way you do all of them. Louisa I don't even know about yet,

Captain von Trapp: I said that will do!

Maria: but somebody has to find out about her, and the little ones just want to be loved. Oh, please, Captain, love them! Love them all!

Captain von Trapp: I don't care to hear anything further from you about my children.

Maria: I am not finished yet, Captain!

Captain von Trapp: Oh, yes, you are, Captain!

[pauses, then corrects himself]

Captain von Trapp: Fraulein!

Maria: Kurt, how are you?

Kurt: Hungry.

Captain von Trapp: Now, when I want you, this is what you will hear.

[blows whistle]

Maria: Oh, no, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I could never answer to a whistle. Whistles are for dogs and cats and other animals, but not for children and definitely not for me. It would be too... humiliating.

Captain von Trapp: Fraulein, were you this much trouble at the Abbey?

Maria: Oh, much more, sir.

Captain von Trapp: Hmm.

[starts walking away. Maria blows her whistle & he turns around]

Maria: Excuse me, sir. I don't know your signal

Captain von Trapp: Maria, there isn't going to be any Baroness anymore.

Maria: I don't understand.

Captain von Trapp: Well, we called off our engagement, you see, and...

Maria: Oh, I'm sorry.

Captain von Trapp: Yes. You are?

Maria: Mm-hmm. You did?

Captain von Trapp: Yes. Well, you can't marry someone when you're in love with someone else... can you?

Maria: [Friedrich and Kurt run into Maria's room during a thunderstorm] You boys weren't scared, too, were you?

Friedrich von Trapp: No. We just wanted to be sure that you weren't.

Maria: That was very thoughtful of you, Friedrich.

Friedrich von Trapp: It wasn't my idea. It was Kurt's.

Maria: Kurt! That's the one I left out. God bless Kurt!

Louisa von Trapp: I'm Brigitta.

Maria: You didn't tell me how old you are... Louisa.

Brigitta: I'm Brigitta, she's Louisa. She's thirteen years old, and you're smart! I'm ten, and I think your dress is the ugliest one I ever saw!

Maria: Gretl, what happened to your finger?

Gretl: It got caught.

Maria: Caught in what?

Gretl: Friedrich's teeth.

Maria: [singing] Silver white winters that melt into springs, these are a few of my favorite things

Maria: I'd like to thank you all for the precious gift you left in my pocket today.

Captain von Trapp: What gift?

Maria: It's meant to be a secret between the children and me.

Captain von Trapp: Then I suggest you keep it, and let us eat.

Maria: Knowing how nervous I must have been, a stranger in a new household, knowing how important it was for me to feel accepted, it was so kind and thoughtful of you to make my first moments here so warm and happy and pleasant.

Captain von Trapp: Fraulein Maria, did I or did I not say that bedtime is to be strictly observed in this household?

Maria: Yes, well the children were scared of the thunderstorm and... You did, sir.

Captain von Trapp: And do you or do you not have trouble following these simple instructions?

Maria: Only during thunderstorms, sir.

[singing starts somewhere inside]

Captain von Trapp: What's that?

Maria: It's singing.

Captain von Trapp: Yes, I realize it's singing, but who?

Maria: The children.

Captain von Trapp: The children?

Maria: I taught them something to sing for the Baroness.

Maria: I can't seem to stop singing wherever I am. And what's worse, I can't seem to stop saying things - anything and everything I think and feel.

Mother Abbess: Some people would call that honesty.

Maria: Oh, but it's terrible, Reverend Mother.

Maria: Why didn't you children tell me you could dance?

Kurt: We were afraid you'd make us all dance together. The von Trapp Family dancers.

[spins]

Maria: [saying her bed time prayers] I forgot the other boy. Oh, what's his name? Oh, well, God bless What's-his-name.

[first lines]

Maria: [singing] The hills are alive with the sound of music / With songs they have sung for a thousand years. / The hills fill my heart with the sound of music. / My heart wants to sing every song it hears.

Maria: I'd like to thank each and every one of you for the precious gift you left in my pocket today.

Captain von Trapp: Um, what gift?

Maria: It's meant to be a secret, Captain, between the children and me.

Captain von Trapp: Uh-huh. Then I suggest that you keep it, and let us eat.

Maria: Knowing how nervous I must have been, a stranger in a new household, knowing how important it was for me to feel accepted. It was so kind and thoughtful of you to make my first moments here so warm and happy and... pleasant.

[All the while, the children look guilty. Marta starts to cry]

Captain von Trapp: What is the matter, Marta?

Marta: Nothing.

[Louisa, Brigitta and Gretl join in, while Liesl, Friedrich and Kurt continue to look guilty]

Captain von Trapp: Uh, Fräulein... is it to be at every meal, or merely at dinnertime, that you, uh, intend leading us all through this rare and wonderful new world of... indigestion?

Maria: Oh, they're all right, Captain. They're just happy.

[All of the girls, except Liesl, continue to cry out of guilt]

Marta: I'm Marta, and I'm going to be seven on Tuesday, and I'd like a pink parasol.

Maria: Well, pink's my favorite color, too.

Captain von Trapp: I don't care to hear anything further from you about my children.

Maria: I am not finished yet!

Captain von Trapp: Oh, yes, you are, Captain!

[pauses]

Captain von Trapp: Fraulein.

Maria: Dear Father, now I know why You sent me here. To help these children prepare for a new mother. And I pray this will become a happy family in Thy sight. God bless the captain. God bless Liesl and Friedrich. God bless Louisa, Brigitta, Marta and little Gretl. And I forgot the other boy. What's his name? Well, God bless what's-his-name. God bless the Reverend Mother and Sister Margaretta and everybody at the abbey. And now, dear God, about Liesl. Help her know that I'm her friend and help her tell me what she's been up to.

Liesl: Are you going to tell on me?

Maria: Help me to be understanding so I may guide her footsteps. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Liesl: I was out walking and somebody locked the doors early. I didn't want to wake everybody, so when I saw your window open. You're not going to tell Father, are you?

Maria: How in the world did you climb up here?

Liesl: It's how we always got in to play tricks on the governess. Louisa can make it with a whole jar of spiders in her hand.

Maria: Spiders? Liesl, were you out walking all by yourself? If we wash that dress tonight, nobody would notice it tomorrow. You could put this on. Take your dress and put it to soak in the bathtub. Come back here and sit on the bed, and we'll have a talk.

Liesl: I told you today I didn't need a governess. Well, maybe I do.

Max: He's got to at least *pretend* to work with these people. You must convince him.

Maria: I can't ask him to be less than he is.

Liesl: How else are we supposed to get Father's attention?

Brigitta: Yes.

Maria: Well, we'll have to think about that one.

Marta: Why doesn't father turn the motor on?

Kurt: [agitated] Because he doesn't want anybody to hear us!

Captain von Trapp: Shh!

Louisa von Trapp: What will Frau Schmidt and Franz said when they discover we're gone?

Captain von Trapp: They'll be able to answer truthfully they didn't know anything about it if anyone asks them.

Louisa von Trapp: Will we be coming back here?

Captain von Trapp: Someday, Liesl. I do hope someday.

Gretl: Are Father and Uncle Max going to push the car all the way to Switzerland?

Maria: Shh!

Maria: There were times when we would look at each other - oh Mother, I could hardly breathe.

Captain von Trapp: Now, Fraulein. I want a truthful answer from you.

Maria: Yes, Captain?

Captain von Trapp: Is it possible - or could I have just imagined it - have my children by any chance been climbing trees today?

Maria: Yes, Captain.

Captain von Trapp: I see. And where, may I ask, did they get these... ummm...

Maria: Play clothes.

Captain von Trapp: Oh, is that what you call them?

Maria: I made them. From the drapes that used to hang in my bedroom.

Captain von Trapp: Drapes?

Maria: They still have plenty of wear left. The children have been everywhere in them.

Captain von Trapp: Do you mean to tell me that my children have been roaming about Salzburg dressed up in nothing but some old drapes?

Maria: Mmm-hmmm. And having a marvelous time!

Maria: What is it?

Captain von Trapp: Berlin. They've offered me a commission. I've been requested to accept immediately and report to their naval base at Bremerhaven tomorrow.

Maria: I knew this would happen. I didn't think it would be so soon.

Captain von Trapp: To refuse them would be fatal for all of us. And joining them would be unthinkable.

Friedrich von Trapp: I'm Friedrich. I'm fourteen. I'm impossible!

Maria: [laughing] Really? Who told you that, Friedrich?

Friedrich von Trapp: Fraulein Josephine, four governesses ago.

The Baroness: My dear, is there anything you can't do?

Maria: Well, I'm not sure I'll make a very good nun.

The Baroness: If you have any problems, I'll be happy to help you.

Maria: Reverend Mother, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. -The hills were beckoning and... the sky was so blue today... and everything was so green and fragrant, I had to be a part of it. The Untersberg led me higher like it wanted me to go through the clouds.

Mother Abbess: Suppose darkness had come and you were lost?

Maria: Mother, I could never be lost up there. That's my mountain. I was brought up on it. It was the mountain that led me to you. When I was a child, I would come down and climb a tree... and look in your garden. I'd see the sisters at work and hear them sing... Which brings me to another transgression, Reverend Mother. I was singing out there today.

Mother Abbess: Only in the abbey do we have rules about postulants singing.

Maria: I can't stop wherever I am. Worse, I can't seem to stop saying things. Everything I think and feel.

Sylvia: Anybody got a cigarette?

Maria: Yeah, I do - Sylvia, you don't smoke!

Sal: You don't smoke?

Sylvia: No.

Sal: Why do you wanna start now?

Sylvia: I'm scared to death, that's why. What, you don't smoke?

Sal: No.

Sylvia: How come?

Sal: I don't want the cancer.

Sylvia: Oh, my God.

[to Maria]

Sylvia: Give me the cigarette.

Sal: Go ahead, do what you want. I just think you ought to take care of your body, that's all.

Sylvia: My body? What for?

Sal: The body is the temple of the Lord.

Sylvia: You're serious. So you rob a bank but you keep your body pure. Is that it?

Sal: You gonna smoke the cigarette or what?

Sylvia: Yes. If I die of cancer, it'll be half your fault.

Sal: No, it's because you're weak.

Sylvia: [sarcastically] Right. I'm weak.

Sister Mary Clarence: Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Please take your seats. Do it quickly and quietly. Welcome to the first day of your new scholastic lives. This is no longer a bird course. The bird has flown. If you want to pass this course, you gonna have to earn it, 'cause I have no problems, not one, failing each and every one of you.

Sketch Pinshum: Yo. I never thought this was no bird course.

Sister Mary Clarence: I'm glad for you. Very, very glad. Because this is a new day. Things are going to be a little different around here.

Frankie: Oh, yeah?

Sister Mary Clarence: Uh-huh.

Frankie: Like how?

Sister Mary Clarence: Like when I talk, Fran-KAY, you don't!

[Some girls passed notes around and when it got to Maria, she giggled. Sister Mary Clarence walks to her and points to the note]

Sister Mary Clarence: Is this somethin' you wanna share with the rest of the class?

Maria: No, I'm just kickin' it with my girl.

Sister Mary Clarence: Well. I'll tell you what. You gonna kick it with me, or I'm gonna kick you out! What you think of THAT? Put 'em away.

[Margaret is looking in her compact and putting blush on her face]

Sister Mary Clarence: And you. This is not Elizabeth Arden, Miss Thing. You wanna beat that mug of yours, you do it before you come to my class. You understand me? Put it away.

[Sketch has his head down on his desk]

Sister Mary Clarence: And you. Sketch. I like you a lot. But I don't want you catchin' z's in my class no more.

Sketch Pinshum: I be tired. I got a job l...

Sister Mary Clarence: Baby, save it for Oprah. This is a brand-new day, ladies and gentlemen. A BRAND-new day. We're gonna start with respect. You're gonna respect me and I'm gonna respect you.

[Bombay is eating ice cream with the Iceland trainer]

Coach Bombay: I thought Iceland was covered with ice.

María: No, it's very green!

Coach Bombay: I thought GREENLAND was green!

María: Greenland is covered with ice, and Iceland is very nice!

Maria: Who says a woman has to be married?

Toula: You, all our lives.

Maria: Remember, Paris, protect the poulaki - eyes open knees shut!

Aunt Voula: [to Maria] If your knees are open, shut your eyes.

Maria: It's okay, Mrs. White.

[Mrs. White's dog barks. Portokalos dog barks back]

Mrs. White: [to Portokalos dog] Quiet! Sh-shhh! Stop! Quiet!

Maria: He doesn't speak english.

[to her dog in greek]

Maria: Bite her tomorrow.

Ian: Honey, by the way, we think you should go to college out of state.

Toula: Uh-huh.

Maria: What is that, reverse psychology?

[Smiles on Toula and Ian's face vanishes]

Athena: That never works.

Maria: That never works.

Paris: That never works.

Maria: Your father may be crazy, but at least I'm not a blood relative of his. YOU ARE. SORRY.

Adult Olive: I need to forgive you before I die... but I can't forgive someone who has not asked for forgiveness.

Caden Cotard: I just want...

Adult Olive: I have no time. I need you to ask for forgiveness.

Caden Cotard: Can you ever forgive me?

Adult Olive: For what?

Caden Cotard: For abandoning you.

Adult Olive: For abandoning you to have anal sex with my homosexual lover, Eric.

Caden Cotard: I will, I'll say it... For abandoning you... to have anal sex with my homosexual lover, Eric.

Adult Olive: No...

[Starts crying]

Adult Olive: No, I'm sorry. I cannot...

[Dies]

Maria: I hope you are happy, faggot.

Maria: It's all about your artistic satisfaction, Caden.

Caden Cotard: You're stoned.

Maria: I haven't been with a man for a long time

Max Goldman: Me neither.

Maria: Ox

Max: Nag

Max: [Maria kisses Max after they fall to the ground] Mama mia!

Maria: Holy moly!

Maria: I look like a... slut!

Ariel Gustafson: But a very nice slut.

Cool Cat: That's fabulous advice! It could help me to stop bullying!

Maria: You are such a cool cat!

Cool Cat: COOL!

Madison: Cool cat is so brave.

Maria: Yeah, he's a real crime fighter.

Maria: [after Cool Cat was chasing Butch] That was so brave, you are our hero, Cool Cat.

Mikey: Yeah, that was groovy. You were just like in the movies. They should make a kids movie about you.

Maria: We'll name it "Cool Cat Saves The Kids".

Cool Cat: That's a cool idea. And a great name for a movie.

Georgia: Why does Nico always get the good group?

Maria: His evaluations don't say: Average.

Maria: By the way, Spiros eloped with that girl with no foot.

Georgia: [going through the mail] Excellent!

Georgia: Why?

Georgia: I'm being sarcastic.

Maria: You're not funny. Stop trying.

Georgia: Who's my new driver? Not Themio.

Maria: He's in jail. You got the substitute. Procopi.

Georgia: The creepy, hairy, creepy guy?

[behind her, Procopi sips his coffee]

Georgia: He's right behind me, isn't he?

Maria: [after Georgia leaves] That girl. That girl has no kefi, What Greek does not have spirit, eh?

Nico: Maybe she's half Greek.

Maria: This was supposed to be temporary while she looked for some big-shot teaching job. And now no one will hire her and I am stuck with her.

Nico: Hey, if I make her quit, can I have a raise?

Georgia: [on the phone to her boss] Greece has the most beautiful accommodation. Like: first-class hotels with, like your own swimming pool in your room. How do you find these crappy joints?

Maria: [on the phone, painting her nails] Lucky I find somewhere. Yeah, you try finding a hotel on the budget.

Maria: But that he have the gift of a coward he would quickly have the gift of a grave.

Maria: Go shake your ears!

Maria: By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' nights. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight that you brought here to be her wooer.

Sir Toby Belch: Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?

Maria: Ay, he.

Sir Toby Belch: He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.

Maria: What's that to the purpose?

Boyet: If my observation, which very seldom lies by the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes, deceived me not now, Navarre is infected.

The Princess: With what?

Boyet: With that which we lovers entitle affected.

The Princess: Your reason?

Boyet: His face's own margin did quote such amazes that all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes. I'll give you Aquitaine, and all that is his, an you give him for my sake but one loving kiss.

The Princess: Come, to our pavilion. Boyet is disposed.

Boyet: But to speak that in words which his eyes hath disclosed. I only have made a mouth of his eye by adding a tongue which I know will not lie.

Rosaline: Thou art an old love-monger, and speakest skilfully.

Boyet: Do you hear, my mad wenches?

Maria: No.

Boyet: What then, do you see?

Maria: Ay,^Ã…our way to be gone.

Boyet: You are too hard for me.

Maria: You know you shouldn't smoke.

Scott: Hell, cigarettes are the least of my problems.

Maria: Yeah, what's your worst?

Scott: My mouth.

María: Men look for a woman that is a lady at he table and a slut in bed.

Ana: Well, I've always been a lady in bed and a slut at the table.

Jessie Montgomery: Please let me take it in Maria. Please!

Maria: She told me to take it in.

Jessie Montgomery: Well what difference does it make?

Maria: The difference is if you screw up, then my ass is grass and she's the lawnmower!

Maria: Not because you love me or anything like that?

Matthew: I respect and admire you.

Maria: Is that love?

Matthew: No, that's respect and admiration.

Maria Coughlin: Do you miss your kids?

Peg Coughlin: Sure.

Maria: Do you hate your husband?

Peg: Absolutely.

Maria: Would you ever get married again?

Peg: Of course.

Maria: Can you stop watching TV for a minute?

Matthew: No.

Maria: Why?

Matthew: Because. I had a bad day at work. I had to subvert my principles and kow-tow to an idiot. Television makes these daily sacrifices possible. Deadens the inner core of my being.

Maria: Your job is making you boring and mean.

Matthew: My job is making me a respectable member of society.

Col. Lloyd: Maria, I've got a young lady here whose clothes need drying.

Maria: Yes, sir?

Col. Lloyd: Well, take her!

Maria: But Colonel sir, what can I put her in while her clothes is a-dryin'? I ain't got nothin' for a little girl to wear.

Col. Lloyd: Uh, Walker, go up into the attic, and you'll find a small trunk. There may be some clothes in there that will fit Miss Lloyd.

Walker: A small trunk in the attic, sir?

Col. Lloyd: Yes, you numbskull! Don't you understand English? Attend to it right away.

[the Colonel leaves]

Walker: Do you know whose trunk that is and whose clothes they is?

Maria: Course I do. You go on now and fetch them things. We don't want no menfolk 'round here.

Walker: With that face, you don't have to worry!

Maria: My, my, you is the spittin' image of your mother. You got the same goldy hair and pinky cheeks.

Miss Lloyd Sherman: Did my mother have a temper, too?

Maria: Yes, indeed she did.

Maria: Santa Cleopatra.

Maria: Mother says that we are going to be sisters. That we will travel together and always be together. You will never be lonely. Mother says you did not like it here, anyway.

Jean: I want the locks changed again in the morning.

Rick: You what? Look, why don't you just go lie down, huh? Have you checked on James?

Jean: Well of course I've checked on James. I've checked on him every five minutes since we've been home. Do not patronize me. I want the locks changed again in the morning.

Rick: Shhh. It's ok. Just go to bed, all right?

Jean: [interrupting] You know what, didn't I just tell you not to treat me like a child?

Maria: I'm sorry Mrs. Jean. It's okay?... I go home now?

Rick: It's fine. Thank you very much for staying Maria.

Maria: You're welcome. No problem. Goodnight Mrs. Jean.

Jean: [Rudely] Goodnight.

Rick: [to Maria] We'll see you tomorrow.

Jean: I would like the locks changed again in the morning. And you know what, you might mention that next time we'd appreciate it if they didn't send a gang member...

Rick: A gang member?

Jean: Yes, yes.

Rick: What do you mean? That kid in there?

Jean: Yes. The guy in there with the shaved head, the pants around his ass, the prison tattoos.

Rick: Those are not prison tattoos.

Jean: [Interrupting] Oh really? And he's not gonna go sell our key to one of his gang banger friends the moment he is out our door?

Rick: You've had a really tough night. I think it would be best if you just went upstairs right now and...

Jean: [Interrupting] And what? Wait for them to break in?

Jean: [Yelling] I just had a gun pointed in my face!

Rick: [Agitated] You lower you voice!

Jean: [Yelling] ... and it was my fault because I knew it was gonna happen. But if a white person sees two black men walking towards her and she turns and walks in the other direction, she's a racist, right?

[Furious]

Jean: Well I got scared and I didn't say anything and ten seconds later I had a

[Jabbing her finger into Rick's chest]

Jean: gun in my face. Now I am telling you, your amigo in there is gonna sell our key to one of his homies and this time it'd be really fucking great if you acted like you actually gave a shit!

Jean: Do you want to hear something funny?

Maria: What's that Mrs. Jean?

Jean: You're the best friend I've got.

Maria: All of you! You all killed him! And my brother, and Riff. Not with bullets, or guns, with hate. Well now I can kill, too, because now I have hate!

Tony: You're not thinking I'm someone else?

Maria: I know you are not.

Tony: Or that we've met before?

Maria: I know we have not.

Tony: I felt, I knew something never before was going to happen, had to happen. But this is so much more.

Maria: My hands are cold.

[he takes them in his]

Maria: Yours too.

[he moves them to his face]

Maria: So warm.

[she moves his to hers]

Tony: So beautiful.

Maria: Beautiful.

Tony: It's so much to believe. You're not making a joke?

Maria: I have not yet learned how to joke that way. I think now I never will.

Maria: My brother is a silly watchdog!

Bernardo: Ah, my sister is a precious jewel!

Anita: What am I, cut glass?

[last lines]

Maria: Te adoro, Antone.

Maria: [after discovering that Bernardo is killed] Make it not true, please make it not true!

Tony: I- I didn't believe hard enough.

Maria: Loving is enough.

Tony: Not here. They won't let us be.

Maria: Then we'll run away.

Tony: Yeah, we can.

Maria: Yes.

Tony: We will...

Maria: [singing] Hold my hand and we are halfway there, hold my hand and I'll take you there. Somehow! Someday! Some...

Maria: [singing] I feel pretty, oh so pretty! I feel pretty, and witty, and gay!

Maria: If Chino hurts him, if he touches him, I swear to you I'll...

Anita: You'll do what Tony did to Bernardo?

Maria: I love Tony.

Anita: I know. I loved Benardo.

Lieutenant Schrank: At the gym last night, your brother got into a heavy argument because you danced with the wrong boy.

Maria: Yes

Lieutenant Schrank: Who was that boy?

Maria: Another from my country.

Lieutenant Schrank: And his name?

Maria: Jose.

Sylvia: What grade are you in?

Maria: 9th.

Sylvia: Do you have a boyfriend?

Maria: Nope. Do you?

[Richard is nude and embarrassed]

Maria: Don't worry, I have brothers.

Maria: [cheerfully taking advantage of a hotel guest's morning hard-on] Waste not, want not!

Mo: I used to write poems. I'd write poems, right, instead of talking to people. Write poems, never show 'em to nobody.

Maria: Why not?

Mo: 'Cause I was embarrassed.

Danny: 'Cause he thought he might kill somebody if they laughed at him.

Maria: [laughs]

Connie: He's serious.

Maria: HEAD and HANDS need a mediator. THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE THE HEART!

Worker #1: But where is our mediator, Maria - ?

Maria: Wait for him! He will surely come!

Worker #2: We will wait, Maria...! But not much longer - - !

Maria: Today I will tell you the legend of THE TOWER OF BABEL... "Come, let us build us a tower whose top may reach unto the stars! And the top of the tower we will write the words: Great is the world and its Creator! And great is Man!" But the minds that had conceived the Tower of Babel could not build it. The task was too great. So they hired hands for wages. But the hands that built the Tower of Babel knew nothing of the dream of the brain that had conceived it. BABEL. BABEL. BABEL. BABEL. One man's hymns of praise became other men's curses. People spoke the same language, but could not understand each other...

Maria: Look! These are your brothers! Look - ! These are your brothers!

Maria: Oh mediator, have you finally come?

Freder: You called me - - here I am!

Rebecca Evans: Maria!

Maria: ...Hi.

Rebecca Evans: I wanted to introduce you to my roommate, Sara.

Sara Matthews: Hey.

Maria: Hi...

[Awkward Silence]

Maria: [Maria gets up]

Rebecca Evans: Rebecca.

Rebecca Evans: [Rebecca turns around]

Maria: We were never friends.

Rebecca Evans: ...

Maria: The Gospel chorus is for the blacks! Football for the blacks! Basketball, blacks!

Maria: Look at me, I'm short! Can I play basketball? NO! The point is, you're ignoring us, and we're getting really ticked off!

Joe Clark: You know, with a mouth like yours, You oughta study Law.

Maria: Really?

Joe Clark: Really.

Leonna Barrett: [as the crowd is chanting "FREE MR. CLARK"] Listen to me! People, please! You must all disperse and return to your homes! Your presence here is helping no one! Why don't you use your brains and listen?

Clarence: [stepping up to take the megaphone and turn on the siren] Everybody, come on, listen up, listen up! Now let's just settle down, give her a chance to talk. She might actually have something to say. Now everybody just chill, settle down and let's listen to the old loudmouth wench!

[Everyone laughs and cheers as he hands her back the megaphone]

Leonna Barrett: [as she is talking on the megaphone, Mr. Clark approaches the doorway at the top of the City Hall stairs] You can call me what you want, but the simple fact is Mr. Clark has broken the laws in this state and exposed you all to grave danger.

[Everyone boos and protests]

Leonna Barrett: His behavior is irresponsible. Chaining those doors was a criminal act. Why do you think they call him Crazy Joe?

Thomas Sams: Because you all don't understand him!

Maria: Yeah that's right! He chained those doors to keep out the drug dealers. To make us all feel safe. You talk about the law but you're twisting the law. The laws are made to protect the people and that's what he's doing for us

[Everyone applauds in agreement]

Reggie: The thing you don't understand is that Mr. Clark believes in us. He's provided an environ...

Kaneesha Carter: [to Reggie] He don't believe in you, 'cause you don't take care of your responsibilities!

[everyone points and laughs at him]

Leonna Barrett: Despite what he himself may believe, Mr. Clark is not Eastside High!

Kaneesha Carter: Mr. Clark is not only Eastside High! Mr. Clark is like a father! He's the only father that some of us who don't have fathers know. You don't know a thing about Mr. Clark!

Leonna Barrett: People, just hear me! The school board is meeting right now and I promise you, we will give you what Eastside High deserves- a good principal!

Thomas Sams: We don't WANT a good principal! WE WANT MR. CLARK!

Maria: However much I pray, I cannot find any consolation. Every day, I relive what happened. Every day. I still smell the stench of them. They came back three times. Each time, they... They should have killed us. It's a miracle they didn't.

Jose: Maria, we've had a good life. We've been very lucky.

Maria: It would have been even better if...

Jose: No Maria, don't say it. Don't even say it. It is wrong to wish for too much in this life. God has been good to us. We've been very lucky. And our life have been very, very good.

Maria: You're right. We've had a very, good life

Maria: [Maria, stunned at Toni's insistence that Jimmy marry Isabel and Toni's audacity] You young people-! You think that you know everything. That nobody's ever lived before you. Don't you think that *I* know how it feels to be picked up by La Migra and sent away? Without ever seeing *my* family? Without ever knowing what will happen? Do you want to teach *me* something about survival? Well, let me tell you this: there are certain things in life that are sacred- sagradas - and we don't spit on them. Because, without them, it doesn't matter whether we live or die. Marriage is something that we don't spit on. Isabel believes that she is married.

David: Come here, Marie. Come. Look in the mirror. You're beautiful. Perhaps even more than when we were together. But you've changed and I want you to see how. Now your eyes cast quick, calculating, side glances. You used to look ahead straightforwardly, openly, without disguise. Your mouth has a slightly hungry, dissatisfied expression. It used to be so soft. Your complexion is pale now. You wear makeup. Your fine, wide brow has four lines above each eye now. You can't see them in this light, but you can in the bright of day. You know what caused those lines?

Maria: No.

David: Indifference. And this fine contour from your ear to your chin is no longer so finely drawn - the result of too much comfort and laziness. And there, by the bridge of your nose. Why do you sneer so often? You see that? You sneer too often. You see it? And look under your eyes. The sharp, scarcely noticeable wrinkles from your boredom and impatience.

Maria: Can you really see all that there?

David: No, but I feel it when you kiss me.

Maria: I think you're joking with me. I know where you see it.

David: Where?

Maria: In yourself. Because you and I are so alike.

David: You mean in our selfishness, coldness and indifference?

Maria: You've changed. Is there someone else?

David: There always is. Besides, I thought the problem didn't interest you.

Maria: It doesn't.

Maria: Your arguments have always bored me.

Maria: I have no need of pardon.

Maria: You have a kid?

William: Yeah?

Maria: Chico or chica?

William: Chico.

Maria: I bet he's special.

William: He *is* special.

Maria: Everybody's children are so special. It makes you wonder where all the ordinary grown-ups come from.

Maria: If we had enough information, we could predict the consequences of our actions. Would you want to know? If you kissed that girl, if you talked to that man, if you take that job, or marry that woman, or steal that papel? If we knew what would happen in the end, would we ever be able to take the first step, to make the first move?

Maria: Can you miss someone you don't remember? Can one moment or experience ever disappear completely, or does it always exist somewhere, waiting to be discovered?

Maria: Make love to me. Make me make love to you.

[first lines]

Maria: I think about the day we met. I suppose you arrived par avion. Maybe you were the first to get to security. You didn't intend to stay. You only had 24-hour cover, so luggage was a mano. And they probably had a driver waiting, so you didn't need to find un coche. You'd never been to Shanghai before. It was all new to you.

[last lines]

Maria: I miss you.

Maria: If we are frightened, we run. It's our instinct. Adrenaline pumps round the body. The muscles contract. Our heart beats faster. And we run. We run for our lives, we run for safety, for our home, our families, our loved ones.

Maria: [to William] You know, one of my fingers is younger than the others.

William: Lo siento.

Maria: "Lo siento... Lo siento." You say that too much.

Maria: [to Raffael, holding up a joint she's smoking] Don't ever smoke this stuff in front of the law. You smoke this stuff in front of the law, the law gets upset.

Maria: [Hugs Frank] Joe's gonna be so happy to see you!

Mr. Roberts: Gonna sell the house, I think.

Joe: Are you?

Mr. Roberts: Think so.

Joe: We're you thinking of living?

Mr. Roberts: There's a trailer park over on Bright's. They got a pretty good deal there.

Maria: It's nice there. They have a vegetable garden in the back where you can rent a plot. Grow your own.

Maria: Who waters the lawn here?

Maggie: There are sprinklers on timers.

Maria: So nobody sees it, because they're all on timers and everybody's dead.

Maria: How come they say cats have nine lives?

Maria: Papa said I could have died. You have, too. You're very brave.

David: Did I just smile at you?

Maria: Yes. How come?

David: I don't know.

Maria: Is it because you think I look funny?

David: No.

Maria: Then... maybe you love me.

Maria: Your old tutor did you a great disservice, Mr. Kynaston. He taught you how to speak, and swoon, and toss your head but he never taught you how to suffer like a woman, or love like a woman. He trapped a man in a woman's form and left you there to die! I always hated you as Desdemona. You never fought! You just died, beautifully. No woman would die like that, no matter how much she loved him. A woman would fight!

Ned Kynaston: Do you know the Five Positions of Feminine Subjugation?

Maria: What?

Ned Kynaston: The Five Positions of Feminine Subjugation. No? Perhaps you're more acquainted with the Pose of Tragic Acceptance. Or the Demeanor of Awe and Terror.

Maria: Mr. Kynaston.

Ned Kynaston: How about the Supplicant's Clasp or the Attitude of Prostrate Grief?

Maria: Mr. Kynaston.

Ned Kynaston: Funny, you've seen be perform them a thousand times. I'd have thought they'd taken hold.

Maria: Mr. Kynaston!

Ned Kynaston: Ah, well now, there's a feminine gesture. You seem to have managed the Stamp of Girlish Petulance.

Maria: I just wanted to act. I just wanted to do what you do.

Ned Kynaston: I have worked half my life to do what I do. Fourteen boys crammed in a cellar... Do you know when I was in training for this profession, I was not permitted to wear a woman's dress for three long years, I was not permitted to wear a wig for four - not until I had proved that I had eliminated every masculine gesture, every masculine intonation from my very being. What teacher did you learn from? What cellar was your home?

Maria: I had no teacher, nor such a classroom. But then, I had less need of training.

Maria: Mr Kynaston, I can explain everything.

Ned Kynaston: Why, are you a philosopher?

[last lines]

Maria: So, who are you now?

Ned Kynaston: I don't know.

[smiles]

Ned Kynaston: I don't know.

Maria: Why won't you play men?

Ned Kynaston: Men aren't beautiful. What they do isn't beautiful either. Women do everything beautifully, especially when they die. Men feel far too much. *Feeling* ruins the effect. Feeling makes it ugly.

[Maria rolls her eyes]

Ned Kynaston: Perhaps that's why I could never pull off the death scene. I- could never feel it in a way that wouldn't mar the-

[pause]

Ned Kynaston: I couldn't let the beauty die. Without beauty there's nothing. Who could love that?

Maria: You almost killed me!

Ned Kynaston: I did kill you, you just didn't die.

Maria: I am an actress, not a beauty.

Maria: What do you know of love, sir? Or loyalty? Or adoration suffered in deepest silence? The only love you know, sir, is what you act on stage.

Sir Charles Sedley: So, Kynaston, will you see Mrs Hughes perform?

Maria: Yes, I'd love to know what you think of the death scene.

Ned Kynaston: Oh, I'm always interested in how my rivals die.

Sir Charles Sedley: [to the Duke of Buckingham] Your Grace?

George Villiars, Duke of Buckingham: Well, no. I've had my fill of Desdemonas.

George Villiars, Duke of Buckingham: [later] I'm off as well. Kynaston... shall I drop you?

Ned Kynaston: Yes, I need my sleep.

Female Emilia: What cry is that? Sweet mistress, speak. Who hath done this deed?

Maria: Nobody. I myself. Farewell. Commend me to my kind lord. Farewell.

[Dies]

Ned Kynaston: Why? How should she be murdered?

[Ned is showing Maria different sexual positions; Ned is on his stomach underneath her]

Maria: So, am I the man or the woman?

Ned Kynaston: You're the man.

Maria: And you're the woman.

Ned Kynaston: Yes.

Maria: Isn't much to do.

Ned Kynaston: Not with what we're given.

[Ned is showing Maria different sexual positions; Maria is now on her stomach underneath him]

Maria: So, who am I now?

Ned Kynaston: You're the man.

[laughs]

Ned Kynaston: Uh, you're the woman.

Maria: [giggles] And you're?

Ned Kynaston: I'm the man, or so I assume. Seldom get up here, quite a view.

Maria: But I'm the man-woman.

Ned Kynaston: Yes, you're the man-woman.

Ned Kynaston: Why does one act?

Maria: When you act, you are seen.

Maria: Mr. Pepys - who do you write all those little notes for?

Samuel Pepys: For myself, alone.

Maria: Do you enjoy it?

Samuel Pepys: I love it. Don't you love acting?

Maria: [hesitates] Yes... But unfortunately, I cannot do it for myself alone, for I fear in truth I am terrible at it.

[first lines]

Maria: Don't fret over those poor souls now, Sister Edit. You've done enough for them.

Edit: Send for David Holm!

Kansas: You cold?

Maria: Um, my feet are cold.

Kansas: Yeah?

Maria: Yeah.

Kansas: (reaches under her skirt) Hey, hey, I know something that's hot and, uh, heh, heh. Yes, sir!

Maria: You know, the best way to get rid of ghosts is to clean house.

Maria: Brujas! Brujas!

Maria: One was meant to be good and the other was meant to be... evil!

María: Are you an anarchist too?

Floren: Yes, indeed. Anarchist, spiritualist and lame.

[Holds up her foot]

Floren: Anarchist because the individual is all and the state is nothing. Spiritualist because, after death, the individual is all and God is nothing. And lame from birth because, that way, my mind developed.

[first lines]

Maria: Good morning. Peter? Are you OK? You're up early today.

Lucy: Is Piki in heaven?

Maria: I think so

Lucy: Why isn't Oliver?

[last lines]

Maria: Michael

[finds herself outside the cursed temple]

Maria: no... no... Michael... no

[last lines]

Michael: Maria? Honey where are you?

[shown to be on the other side of the cursed door struggling to open it]

Michael: I can't see you

Maria: [to her husband following a nightmare involving Oliver] How can you sleep so soundly?

Lucy: I think Oliver is hiding

Maria: Who's he hiding from?

[the girls talking behind the dressing room doors before walking out as Disney princesses]

Laurie: I am not wearing this. It's too small. And my tits keep popping out.

Danielle: That's the idea.

Laurie: I don't know why we drove out here when there are perfectly good guys in the city.

Janet: Fresh meat.

Maria: It's what we do every Halloween, Laurie.

Laurie: Whatever happened to Trick or Treating?

Maria: Puberty.

Janet: Last year we were in Tampa.

Maria: And we went as sexy nurses.

Danielle: No Janet, Tampa was two years ago, I remember because you puked doing a guy in his pickup truck.

Janet: I ate some bad Mexican, and it was a jeep.

Danielle: Last year was San Diego. We dressed as sailors and ended up with sailors.

Janet: Yeah, and Maria's sailor was a girl.

Maria: So what, she had a nice ass, it all tastes the same to me anyway.

Torquemada: Take them to their cells.

Maria: You swore you'd show mercy!

Torquemada: In this place, death is mercy.

Maria: I swear by all the saints I'm not a witch.

Maria: This is first base.

[She and Josh kiss]

Maria: And this is second base.

[she lifts Josh's hand to her breast]

Josh: How do I get a home run?

Malcolm: You don't!

Paul Allen: [as the scantily clad Maria walks by their table going to her dressing room] Ah, Maria! The unattainable Eve with her apples and snakes.

Maria: [Politely] It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Allen.

Paul Allen: You have a new admirer, my dear, Mr. Edward Hyde.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Obviously attracted to her] Enchanted! My sincere compliments.

Maria: You are most kind, Mr. Hyde.

Paul Allen: Such natural manners. She only uses Christian names in bed.

[Insulted, Maria throws a drink from the table in his face]

Maria: [In her dressing room] Your friend talked to me like a common whore.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: In all fairness he never implied you were common.

Maria: [She takes off her mask and Hyde is struck by her exotic beauty] Just how much money did you have in mind, Mr. Hyde?

Dr. Henry Jekyll: I would not insult so beautiful a woman by offering her anything so trivial.

Maria: [Dismissively] So, thank you for your politeness, but good night.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: Don't mention it.

[She walks into her bedroom and he confidently follows]

Maria: I have to dress.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: Don't let me prevent you.

Maria: But I have an appointment.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: I'm afraid you'll be late.

Maria: What could possibly detain me?

Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Confidently] I intend to.

[laughs]

Maria: [Feigning insult] You are impertinent Mr. Hyde!

Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Cooly] Yes, that is so.

Maria: [Intrigued] You have an amusing approach.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: Merely direct.

Maria: You are very confident, aren't you?

Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Lighting a cigarillo] Could a man without confidence approach you?

Maria: The men who beg get nothing.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: I do not beg.

Maria: If a man buys, he pays much but gets very little.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: I am not buying.

Maria: [She approaches him] You do not buy... you do not beg.

[She takes his cigarillo, puts it in her mouth suggestively, and blows the smoke in his face]

Maria: Is there anywhere a man who simply takes?

Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Taking the cigarillo out of her hand] I am that man.

Maria: I thought you were.

[She puts her arms around his neck and they they kiss passionately as he takes her down to the bed and begins to undress her]

Maria: They can visit you only when your body is weak.

[first lines]

Maria: [possessed] Look at the pretty man. Hello, pretty man. Are you here for your friend? I'm afraid you're too late to save him.

Jake Greyman: I didn't come here to save him.

Maria: Then perhaps you've come to play with me.

Jake Greyman: I'm not here to wallow with pigs, either.

Maria: Then you must die now...

Maria: What are you?

Jake Greyman: You know what I am... a lot better than I do.

Maria: Yes! Yes! He had a white face! A dead white face with burning eyes, and a ghastly wound on his head.

Prof. Zelin: It was Count Mora.

Maria: Yes! Yes!

Inspector Neumann: Have you been drinking?

Maria: No! No, sir! If I have, I hope to choke on the next one!

Prof. Zelin: This is no time for levity!

Maria: What's the matter, darling? Is it France?

Sir Frederick: No, no. It's Yugoslavia.

Maria: Oh, I see.

Maria: Silly how upsetting a little thing like saying goodbye to one's husband can be.

Maria: I've lived a ridiculous life and I don't know what to do to change it.

Maria: Will you love me forever?

Yannis: I will love you forever.

Maria: Even if I don't love you anymore?

Maria: I don't care if the Army does come first. As long as I'm the first woman.

Sgt. Dan O'Farrell: And the last.

Maria: Is that you Bill? Bill!

[She runs into a dark room and is grabbed by Angel Eyes]

Maria: Who are you? What do you want with me?

Angel Eyes: Go on talking about Bill Carson.

[Vance is beating Maria for cheating on him with another man]

Vance: Who was it? I want his name! Tell me, or I'll kill you! Who was it? Tell me his name!

Maria: No...!

Vance: [violently shakes her] WHO WAS IT?

Professor Brad Fletcher: It was I.

[Vance turns to Fletcher]

Professor Brad Fletcher: [nervously] Let's be adult about this...

[Vance smacks Fletcher across the face]

Professor Brad Fletcher: [holding a bundle of notes] Mr. Carr, this represents all of our life's savings.

Maria: Every penny we have in the world.

Professor Brad Fletcher: I trust your safe is really burglar-proof?

Mr. Carr - Bank Clerk: This model is the newest type: tempered steel, three inches thick. It's the best we can get.

[unlocks the safe door]

Mr. Carr - Bank Clerk: Well, take a look...

Professor Brad Fletcher: [pulls out a gun] Take a look at this!

Maximilian de Winton: [pulls out his gun as Vance and Jason enter] Hold it, mister. You may have guessed - this is a hold-up.