Marie Quotes in The Bourne Identity (2002)

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Marie Quotes:

  • Jason Bourne: [Getting ready to leave Marie's car in front of his apartment house] Thanks for the ride.

    Marie: Any time.

    Jason Bourne: [after a pause] Well, you can come up, and you can... or you could wait here. I - I can go check it out, but you could wait...

    Marie: Uh, no, no...

    Jason Bourne: [as she is saying no] You could wait...

    Marie: ...no, no!

    Marie: Um, with you, you would probably just forget about me if I... stayed... here.

    Jason Bourne: How could I forget about you?

    [laughs]

    Jason Bourne: You're the only person I know.

  • Jason Bourne: Who has a safety deposit box full of money and six passports and a gun? Who has a bank account number in their hip? I come in here, and the first thing I'm doing is I'm catching the sightlines and looking for an exit.

    Marie: I see the exit sign, too. I'm not worried. I mean, you were shot. People do all kinds of weird and amazing stuff when they are scared.

    Jason Bourne: I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab or the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?

  • [last lines]

    Marie: Do you have ID?

    Jason Bourne: Not really.

  • Jason Bourne: What happened?

    Marie: Nothing.

    Jason Bourne: Did something go wrong?

    Marie: I've got the records. This guy at the front desk was smiling at me, so I thought, all this trouble, maybe it's easier to just ask for them.

    Jason Bourne: You have the bill?

    Marie: [pulling paper from pocket] He made me a photocopy.

    Jason Bourne: [incredulous] You just asked for it?

    Marie: I said I was Mr. Kane's personal assistant.

    Jason Bourne: [pause] Oh. Okay. Good thinking.

  • Jason Bourne: [during a car chase] So...

    Marie: What?

    Jason Bourne: ...we got a bump coming up.

    [drives the car down a flight of stairs]

  • Marie: I guess you're not home.

  • Jason Bourne: Look, I'm... you're acting like I'm trying to burn you here. I'm just trying to do the right thing.

    Marie: Nobody does the right thing.

  • Marie: [Jason Bourne meets Marie for the first time, when she is about to get into her car. She is suspicious of him] What are you looking at?

    Jason Bourne: I heard you inside.

    Marie: What?

    Jason Bourne: The consulate. I heard you talking? I thought maybe we could help each other.

    Marie: How's that?

    Jason Bourne: You need money. I need a ride outta here.

    Marie: I'm not running a car service just now, thank you.

    Jason Bourne: I'll give you ten thousand dollars for driving me to Paris.

    Marie: [She says in German] What, do you think I am, a fool?

    Jason Bourne: [He replies in German] You'd be a fool not to take it.

    [He holds up a packet of dollar bills]

    Marie: What is this, a joke? Some kind of scam?

    Jason Bourne: No, it's no scam.

    [He tosses her the packet of bills]

    Jason Bourne: And I'll give you another ten when we get there.

    Marie: Jesus.

    [while she leafs through the bills, a police car with siren wailing passes them, and he quickly turns away]

    Marie: Is that for you?

    Jason Bourne: Look. You drive, I pay, it's that simple.

    Marie: Scheisse. I got enough trouble, okay?

    Jason Bourne: Okay. Can I have my money back?

    [She looks down at the wad of bills again. A moment later, he is in the passenger seat while she drives]

  • Jason Bourne: I don't wanna know who I am any more.

    Marie: Shh.

    Jason Bourne: I don't care. I don't wanna know.

    Marie: Come on, we'll...

    Jason Bourne: Everything I found out, I wanna forget.

    Marie: It's okay.

    Jason Bourne: I don't care who I am or what I did.

    Marie: It's okay.

    Jason Bourne: We have this money. We can hide. Could we do that? Is there any chance you can do that?

    Marie: [pause] I don't know. Come on.

  • Jason Bourne: Whatever we do, we have to do it together. We have to be...

    Marie: We? The only thing we had in common was that neither one of us knew who you were! We are past that now.

    Jason Bourne: Marie! Listen to me! The police will find us, and the people who took that picture in the Embassy, the people who killed Wombosi, they are going to come here and they are gonna kill us.

    Marie: The people you work for!

    Jason Bourne: I will take you wherever you need to go. I will take you there; I will leave you there. You can do whatever you want, you never have to see me again. But not here. If we stay here, we die.

  • Marie: He went out the window... why would someone do that?

  • Marie: ...it was amazing. It was just amazing for about three months, until it turned out that this uh, jerk, who had fronted us the lease was actually shining everyone on and...

    [stops]

    Jason Bourne: And what?

    Marie: What do you mean, what? Listen to me; I, I've been speed talking for about sixty kilometers now. I, I talk when I'm nervous, I mean, I, I talk like this when I'm nervous. I'm gonna shut up now.

  • Marie: [Rhetorically] Who pays $20,000 for a ride to Paris?

  • Logan: [to Rogue] Need a lift kid?

    Marie: No

    Logan: Where are you going?

    Marie: You don't know what it's like to be afraid of your powers... afraid to get close to anybody

    Logan: Yeah, I do

    Marie: I want to be able to touch Logan... a hug... a handshake... a kiss

    Logan: I hope you're not doing this for some boy

    Logan: Look, if you want to go, then go... just be sure it's what you want

    Marie: Shouldn't you be telling me to stay... to go upstairs and unpack?

    Logan: I'm not you father, I'm your friend

    Logan: Just think about what I said Rogue

    Marie: [referring to her real name] Marie

    Logan: Marie

  • Marie: [cured] I'm sorry, I had to.

    Bobby Drake: Marie, this isn't what I wanted...

    Marie: I know. It's what I want.

  • Marie: Is it true? Can they cure us?

    Prof. Charles Xavier: Yes, Rogue. It appears to be true.

    Ororo Munroe: No, Professor. They can't cure us. You want to know why? Because there's nothin' to cure. Nothing's wrong with you. Or any of us, for that matter.

  • Bobby Drake: You don't seem fine; you seem like you're avoiding me. I mean, something's wrong.

    Marie: What's wrong is I can't touch my boyfriend without killing him. Other than that, I'm wonderful.

    Bobby Drake: Hey, I don't think that's fair. Have I ever put any pressure on you?

    Marie: You're a guy, Bobby. Your mind's only on one thing.

  • Marie: Because sooner or later, you remember something good.

    Jason Bourne: I do remember something good. All the time.

  • Jason Bourne: [while being pursued by Krill] We don't have a choice.

    Marie: Yes, you do.

  • Marie: Who are you?

    James Bond: My name is Bond, James Bond.

    Marie: Is there something I can do for you?

    James Bond: Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. There's something I'd like you to get off your chest.

    [Pulls off her bikini top and wraps it around her neck]

    James Bond: Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld? Speak up, darling, I can't hear you.

  • [Marie, a vampire, after seeing Mafia types in the paper]

    Marie: I was sad, I was starved. It was time to treat myself. Then I though - "What about... Italian!"

  • Marie: You dress like a pimp and talk like a goon. What makes you news?

  • Marie: [about Macelli] If you had just left him to me, I would have stopped him before he fled. Now he's a hundred times more dangerous.

    Joe: Who did Macelli eat?

    Marie: Some guy named Manny. An innocent person dead because *you* screwed up!

    Joe: Manny Bergman? He wasn't so innocent. He's a lawyer.

    Marie: Maybe he's not dead. Maybe I have to finish him too.

    Joe: Or what? He becomes like Macelli, or he becomes like you?

    Marie: Macelli's nothing like me! He's a cold-blooded killer!

    Joe: And what are you?

  • Marie: [distorted voice] Stay away from me, or I'll kill you!

  • Sal Macelli: Prepare yourself for a little bit of Heaven.

    [presents a dish of mussels and garlic]

    Marie: Non for me thanks.

    Sal Macelli: Hey, mangia, mangia. You're a good looking broad but I gotta tell you, a little meat on the bones it never goes out of style. Mussels and garlic, from Munafo's for Christ's sake, come on.

  • Joe: You lost a lot of blood. Are you sure you don't need more?

    Marie: Don't worry. You're not my type.

  • Gus: [holding a baseball bat] I'll swing on you!

    Marie: [smiles] I'm a girl.

    [Gus swings the bat at Marie, who catches it and knocks Gus out with the handle]

    Joe: Some girl.

  • [last lines]

    Marie: He made me feel... alive. And I thought, 'why not?'

  • Marie: I take lives.

    Joe: Ya well, if you were perfect you wouldn't still be single.

  • Marie: When you are alone eternally, you live for the comfort of the senses: food, sex. I'd become very selective and it was getting harder for me to find food, even living in the city. My choosiness about food cost me my lover, and without him there is no sex.

  • Marie: We' all gonna die, might as well die rich.

    The Widow: Hey Hannah, how many more dead posses do there got to be?

    Hannah: Alright, one last big hit.

    The Widow: That's the right thinking.

  • Marie: Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them!

  • Marie: Me first! Me first!

    Toulouse the Orange Kitten: Why should you be first?

    Marie: Because I'm a lady. That's why.

    Toulouse the Orange Kitten: Oh, you're not a lady.

    Berlioz the Kitten: You're nothing but a sister!

  • Thomas O'Malley: Why, your eyes are like sapphires sparkling so bright. They make the morning radiant and light.

    Marie: How romantic.

    Berlioz the Kitten: Sissy stuff.

    Duchess: Oh, c'est très jolie, monsieur. Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare.

    Thomas O'Malley: 'Course not. That's pure O'Malley, baby. Right off the cuff. Yeah. I got a million of 'em.

  • Abigail Gabble: Your husband is very charming and very handsome.

    Thomas O'Malley: Well, you see, I'm not exactly her husband.

    Amelia Gabble: Exactly? Either you are or you're not.

    Thomas O'Malley: All right. I'm not.

    Abigail GabbleAmelia Gabble: Oh?

    Amelia Gabble: He's scandalous.

    Abigail Gabble: Indeed

    Amelia Gabble: He's absolutely positively a reprobate.

    Abigail Gabble: A roue.

    Amelia Gabble: His eyes are too close together.

    Abigail Gabble: Very shifty, too.

    Amelia Gabble: And look at his crooked smile!

    Abigail Gabble: His chin is very weak, too.

    Amelia Gabble: Obviously a philanderer who triffles with unsuspecting women's hearts.

    Marie: How romantic.

  • Marie: [Sitting on the piano] I'm ready, Maestro.

    [Berlioz slides on the keys, and Marie's tail is pinched]

    Marie: Ow! Mama, he did it again!

    Berlioz the Kitten: Tattletale.

  • Marie: Why me?

  • Nutcracker: The last thing I remember is Princess Pirlipat and.

    Marie: We're having a crisis and you're talking about some Princess? You are the Prince of the Dolls, aren't you?

    Nutcracker: No, I'm just a.

    [catches sight of himself in Marie's mirror and gasps]

    Trudy: Please, Nutcracker. There's no one else.

    Nutcracker: But I've never fought a.

    Trudy: Please!

  • Pantaloon: [quoting from Shakespeare's "Richard III"] If not to Heaven, then hand in hand to Hell!

    Marie: Such language! It's absolutely shocking!

    Trudy: Shocking or not, they need our help!

  • Trudy: Your Highness, you don't even have a sword!

    Marie: Sword or no sword, he's still got to save us!

  • Marie: Oh, Bob, honey, you're just so strong and and big and brave. I don't know what I'd do without you.

  • Marie: Oh, wait! I'm afraid of that gorilla!

    Ray Gorman: He won't hurt you - not after she's told him not to.

    Marie: And suppose she tells him different... what then?

    Ray Gorman: He'd tear you to pieces.

  • Anna Held: [on the phone with Ziegfeld after learning of his marriage to Billie Burke] Hello, Flo... Yes. Here's Anna... I'm so happy for you today, I could not help calling you and congratulate you... Wonderful, Flo! Never better in my whole life!... I'm so excited about my new plans! I'm going to Paris... Yes, for a few weeks, and then I can get back, and then I'm doing a new show, and... Oh, it's all so wonderful! I'm so happy!... Yes... And I hope you are happy, too... Yes?... Oh, I'm so glad for you, Flo... Sounds funny for ex-husband and ex-wife to tell how happy they are, oui?... Yes, Flo... Goodbye, Flo... Goodbye...

    [She hangs up]

    Anna Held: Darling...

    [she falls to her bed, sobbing]

    Marie: My poor, petite! If you love him so, why did you divorce him?

    Anna Held: Because I thought it would bring him back to me. I was sure that it would bring him back to me.

    [she cries]

  • Marie: She's in love with Chopin.

    Franz: The Polish corpse?

  • Count Axel de Fersen: I must let you go. Goodbye.

    Marie: Good night. Or, if you wish good morning. I shall never say goodbye.

  • Count Axel de Fersen: When I'm gone you'll be glad that I didn't stand in the path of your destiny making you less than you were meant to be.

    Marie: And that other kingdom? The love, the youth, the happiness we might have had... what of that?

    Count Axel de Fersen: We shall dream of it more tenderly because we didn't destroy it.

    Marie: Shall I never see you again?

    Count Axel de Fersen: If you need me I shall come to you.

    Marie: [Through tears] I shall always need you.

    Count Axel de Fersen: And if I should ask you, "Was it well done?", you'll tell me, "It was well done."

    Marie: Take me in your arms again.

    [He embraces her tenderly, she puts her head on his chest]

    Marie: Let me have that memory. When I loose heart to go on I shall close my eyes, feel your arms about me. I shall know that I'm in your thoughts, that your loving me...

    Count Axel de Fersen: [He hugs her more tightly] Always, my dear... always.

    Marie: ...giving me strength to live... goodbye, my love.

    [They share one last kiss, he breaks the embrace and goes quickly so not to prolong one another's suffering in their parting; we see her watching him as he walks away, her arms still outstretched from their final embrace]

    Marie: .

  • Marie: I think I've known you would come. You promised to, you know?

    Count Axel de Fersen: If you needed me, I said.

    Marie: Yes, you said that.

    Count Axel de Fersen: And, I said I would ask you: "Was it well done?"

    Marie: It was well done. My husband has needed me. I am thankful to not have failed him.

    Count Axel de Fersen: I understand.

    Marie: I even love him. But the love I have for him takes nothing away from my friend. Of all there was between us the night you went away nothing has changed. For me, nothing has changed or ever will. Forgive me for telling you this without asking you if you had the right to hear it.

    Count Axel de Fersen: I have the right. We knew each other for only a few hours and have been parted for long years, but the memory of you has always, will always, stand in the path of any living woman. Goodnight, madame.

  • Marie: Perhaps the great loves come with tears.

  • Marie: I cannot wear a crown upon my heart.

  • Prince de Rohan: Monseigneur, Madame. I have the honor to deliver this charming box.

    Marie: A present! Yes, I'm sure it is! Our anniversary, you know! From whom?

    Prince de Rohan: Oh, that Madame, I am not at liberty to say. Shall we unfasten the ribbon?

    Marie: I shall do it myself! To Louis: Will you help me? It's for you too, you know. What do you suppose it is?

    King Louis XVI: From the King perhaps?

    Marie: Oh, I do hope so! To the Price de Rohan: Is it from the King?

    Prince de Rohan: Madame, you positively must not ask or I shall break my vows, but Madame is warm, if I may so express myself. Madame, is very warm.

    Marie: Unwrapping the gift with child-like excitememt, and then a sudden look of confusion: A cradle... uh, an empty cradle. Read from the card attached to the present: Since at least it is quite beyond doubt this cot your unable to fill... go back to your schitzel and krout and leave the job to some baggage who will."

    Prince de Rohan: Oh Madame! I assure you! I had no idea! The Countess DuBerry...

    Marie: Wll you go, Monsieur?

    Prince de Rohan: I assure you, Madame, I knew nothing!

    Marie: You may leave us, Monsieur. Go back to the person who sent you and let her have the satisfaction of knowing her barb went home.

    Prince de Rohan: Madame!

    Marie: Will you go, please?

    Prince de Rohan: As he's bowing & departing: Oh, this is ! Deplorable!

    King Louis XVI: Snatching the cradle from Marie Antionette and quickly crushing it to pieces: I'll go to the King! I'll have her punished! I'll have her flogged! I'll have her branded!

    Marie: Oh, go Louis!

    King Louis XVI: It'll be no use.

    Marie: Louis, this woman only dares to insult me because you seem to despise me.

    King Louis XVI: But I...

    Marie: Help me, Louie, please! I need you! I know you don't love me, but couldn't you pretend to like me a little?

    King Louis XVI: Why I...

    Marie: If only you would, before everybody. I'd feel so secure, so proud. I could even ignore DuBerry. Louie: It would only make trouble. What if it does? We have been brushed aside as though we were of no account and we've been cowardly enough to submit! We should live as becomes heirs to the throne of France. I want life to be rich and full and beautiful. It could be if only we stood together!

    King Louis XVI: I tell you I can't! I can't try to be anything but what I am! Why do you plauge me? The King is the King?

    Marie: And I'm a princess of the House of Hapsburg;I'm an Archduchess of Austria and a daughter of the Empress Maria Therese! I'm sorry you don't see it my way, Louis, but I mean to be the Dauphine of France. Not in the way I might have been if we'd stood together, but at least I'll be the highest, brightest figure in this court!

  • Mme. du Barry: I'm late, Madame, but with His Majesty's permission... a slight headache.

    Marie: I'm so sorry, Madame. It was a pleasure delayed.

    Mme. du Barry: For me too, Madame. I might say a triumph.

    Marie: You're very kind.

    Mme. du Barry: I presume I shall not have the honor of meeting his Royal Highness?

    Marie: My husband does not care for dancing, madame.

    Mme. du Barry: Quite the family man, isn't he? The fireside, the nursing room and all that? To the duc Orleans: Well, here is my old friend and how well he takes the husband's place!

    Marie: I'm sorry you feel your triumph incomplete, madame. My husband has better sense than I. He knows where to draw the line.

    King Louis XV: To du Berry: Will you dance, Madame?

    Mme. du Barry: Ignoring the King's request: So that's it? I'm dirt, ah? Not good enough for your high and mightiness?

    Marie: But, nooo, madame! Royalty loves an occasional roll in the gutter, don't they Grand-pappa?

    King Louis XV: Madame!

    Marie: Ignoring the King's dismay at her rudeness: I enjoy nothing more than meeting people of broad experience.

    King Louis XV: To both Marie-Antionette & du Berry: Recollect yourselves!

    Marie: Still ignoring the King: You see I've never walked the streets of Paris, but I am sure you could tell me something about that.

    King Louis XV: To du Berry: You will prefer to leave, madame, as I do.

  • Empress Maria Theresa: Toni, France is not Austria. You must accustom yourself to new people and new ways. Count Mercy is my ambassador at Versailles. He will guide you when he can. The rest, you must trust to your husband.

    Marie: I will! Of course I will! Is he handsome?

    Empress Maria Theresa: There's time enough for that later. You go to bed now.

    Marie: They say Versailles is too marvelous!

    Empress Maria Theresa: [More firmly now] I said to bed.

    Marie: Yes, mama.

    Empress Maria Theresa: Versailles is no more marvelous than Vienna.

    Marie: No, mama.

    Empress Maria Theresa: [Kissing her cheek] Goodnight.

    Marie: Oh, goodnight, mama and thank you, thank you, thank you! Mama! Oh, mama, just think of it! I shall be queen! Queen of France!

  • Marie: You thought of me as something quite wonderful, didn't you? But instead you found an empty-headed, ill-mannered little fool. You see, monsieur, how sadly I am changed.

    Count Axel de Fersen: Oh no, madame! You've made pleasure a shield against lonliness and slander, but you could never change so deep a heart, so eager to be loved. Everyone, even the highest, has some dream of love in his heart and unless he achieve it he must fill that emptiness with noise, fame, excitement, pleasure.

    Marie: Where did you learn this, monsieur?

    Count Axel de Fersen: In museums, mostly.

    Marie: Museums?

    Count Axel de Fersen: They're very dull, most of them, and neglected, but you'll always find someone there gazing over the relics of queens who were true lovers. There isn't much to see... a ring, a glove, a fan perhaps, but we preserve them as much as we do our laws and we have much more faith in them.

    Marie: Do you think one-hundred years hence some Swedish gentleman wandering in Paris might smile over a relic of Marie Antoinette? A miniature perhaps, or a ring? This very ring, for instance.

    [She removes a ring from her hand and shows it to him]

    Marie: Its centuries old. It has an inscription on it

    [She reads it aloud]

    Marie: "Everything leads me to thee."

    [Now she places the ring in his hand]

    Marie: Can you see it? Lying on a velvet cushion in its little glass case?

    Count Axel de Fersen: I don't know... you might make a present of it, perhaps, to some man who had loved you and it would be worn on his hand for as long as he lived and buried with him when he died because he loved you reverently and as was fitting from a respectable distance but with all his heart for all this life.

  • King Louis XVI: [Looking glum] I don't like that fellow.

    Marie: Philippe?

    King Louis XVI: He smiles too much.

    Marie: [Cheerfully] Oh, but I like people to smile!

  • Duke d'Orléans: Forgive my interruption. I seldom venture to intrude. I know you prefer your solitude.

    Marie: It's true. I don't care a great deal for balls and banquets. There's a certain futility to court life, don't you think?

    Duke d'Orléans: Hummm...? Oh, quite, quite...

    Marie: My husband, as you know, has simple tastes and I am content with my books and music.

    Duke d'Orléans: Oh, and here I come blundering into your little oasis.

    [He gets up to leave]

    Duke d'Orléans: Well, the least I can do is to take myself away quickly.

    Princesse de Lamballe: Oh, no! No, no, no!

    Marie: Please don't go! Do sit down.

    Duke d'Orléans: [He sits down again] Too kind.

    Marie: You know perfectly well how things are! No one ever comes to see me. Except my husband, of course.

    Duke d'Orléans: Oh, of course.

    Marie: No one dares. Why does she hate me so?

    Duke d'Orléans: Why? Perfectly simple. Because in motion you are grace itself and in repose a statue of beauty. You know, my little cousin, you should become alive... how quickly you would depose that milliner.

    Marie: Rebel?

    Duke d'Orléans: Rebel...

    Princesse de Lamballe: [Utterly shocked by his suggestion] Oh, my!

    Duke d'Orléans: Don't you dare?

    Marie: No! Du Barry has every advantage! Why, she could make men or degrade them! Who would dare to offend her to be my friend? Who but you?

    Duke d'Orléans: Will you permit me to give a ball in the honor of the dauphine of France?

    Marie: But cousin...!

    Duke d'Orléans: Paris is waiting for you... lights, music, dancing, the opera. A new world is waiting for you! Conquer Paris and you'll conquer Madame Du Barry.

  • Marie: You mustn't feel badly. I-I don't think I'll be afraid. It's quick they say. Oh, don't be sad. Don't be sad, my darling. We - we would never say goodbye.

  • Marie: Take from life what is pure. For living what is sufficient. Ghayat al Hakim

  • Ray: Harry, I've got an idea.

    Harry: What?

    Ray: My room faces out the canal, right? I'm going to go back to me room, jump into the canal, see if I can swim to the other side and escape.

    Harry: All right.

    Ray: If you go outside around the corner, you can shoot at me from there and try to get me. That way we'll leave this lady and her baby out of the whole entire thing.

    Harry: You completely promise to jump into the canal? I don't want to run out there, come back in ten minutes, and find you fucking hiding in a cupboard.

    Ray: I completely promise, Harry. I'm not going to risk having another little kid dying on me.

    Harry: So, hang on - I go outside and I go which way? Right or left?

    Ray: [upset] You go right, don't you? You can see it from the doorway! It's a big fucking canal!

    Harry: All right. Jesus. I only just got here, haven't I? Okay, on the count of one, two, three, go. Okay?

    Ray: Okay.

    [long pause]

    Ray: What? Who says it?

    Harry: Well you say it.

    Marie: You people are crazy.

  • Marie: [to Ray and Harry] Why don't you both put your guns down, and go home?

    Harry: Don't be stupid. This is the shootout.

  • Ken: I'm sorry about the message last night. The man who left it is a bit of a... well, he's a bit of a...

    Marie: Cock?

    Ken: Yes, a bit of a cock.

  • Marie: Well, I'm not going anywhere. This is my hotel. So you can fuck off!

  • Marie: "And then there are those who say nothing at all. Because they don't have to."

  • Marie: Charlie, Charlie wait. I am angry, too. You give birth to this tiny innocent little thing and you think, 'My God... , Oh my God, help me protect her.' And that is what you spend every waking moment doing. And then one day you wake up and you've got cancer. And you realize, my God, oh my God, what she will need the most protection from is your own life slipping away from her. But you love her so much. And you just want to smother her with love, and hugs, and words. With every moment you've got left.

  • Marie: Everybody thinks they have good taste and a sense of humor but they couldn't possibly all have good taste.

  • Marie: I don't think he's ever going to leave her.

    Sally: Nobody thinks he's never going to leave her.

    Marie: You're right, you're right. I know you're right.

  • Marie: Tell me I'll never have to be out there again.

    Jess: You will never have to be out there again.

  • Sally Albright: Is Harry bringing anybody to the wedding?

    Marie: I don't think so.

    Sally Albright: Is he seeing anybody?

    Marie: He was seeing this anthropologist, but...

    Sally Albright: What's she look like?

    Marie: Thin. Pretty. Big tits. Your basic nightmare.

  • Marie: All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, and you'll have to spend the rest of your life knowing that somebody else is married to your husband

  • Marie: Restaurants are to people in the 80's what theatres were to people in the 60's. I read that in a magazine.

    Jess: I wrote that.

    Marie: Get out of here.

    Jess: I did, I wrote that.

    Marie: Where did I read that?

    Jess: New York magazine

    Harry: Sally writes for New York magazine

  • Marie: Someone is staring at you in "personal growth".

  • Marie: The point is, he just spent $120 on a new nightgown for his wife. I don't think he's ever gonna leave her.

    Sally Albright: No one thinks he's ever gonna leave her.

    Marie: You're right, you're right, I know you're right.

  • Marie: You don't have to smile.

    Dan Burns: It's better than the alternative.

  • Marie: That's sweet.

    Dan Burns: How is that sweet?

    Marie: To be that certain, to feel that much love.

    Dan Burns: Love isn't a feeling?

    Marie: No?

    Dan Burns: It's an ability.

    Marie: Well, if that's true, then you have one gifted daughter.

  • Marie: I'm looking for a book... something that can help me deal with what might be an awkward situation. Something funny might be nice, but not necessarily big, 'ha, ha, ha,' 'laugh, laugh, laugh' funny, and certainly not make-fun-of-other-people funny but rather something human-funny. And, uh, if it could uh, sneak up on you, surprise you, and at the same time make you think that what you thought wasn't only right, in a wrong kind of way, but when you're wrong, there's a certain rightness in your wrongness... Well, what I mean is, more importantly, I'm looking to be swept up! And at the same time, not.

    Dan Burns: Well, you rarely find all that in one book.

  • Marie: [about Mitch] It seems all his best lines were yours... this is unbearable.

  • Marie: [Entering laundry room where is Dan seated on a cot] What was that?

    Dan Burns: [rises from the cot] I couldn't... I couldn't stop myself.

    Marie: What am I supposed to do now?

    Dan Burns: You can't do anything. He's my brother.

    Marie: [stifling back tears] Why did you sing for me?... Then?

    Dan Burns: Because I... I'm

    [now shaking his head]

    Marie: [reciting passages from Dan's book] Page 92. "Did I just die? Because an angel walked into the room". Page 148... uh..."I'll forgive you your past if you'll forgive me mine.". It seems all his best lines were yours. It's unbearable. I... I can't keep pretending.

    [Marie leaves the laundry room]

  • [Marie, back at Navin's trailer... ]

    Navin R. Johnson: Can I ask you a personal question?

    Marie: What is it?

    Navin R. Johnson: Now be totally honest: you do have a boyfriend, don't you?

    Marie: Kind of...

    Navin R. Johnson: I know this is our first date but... do you think, the next time you make love to your boyfriend, you could think of me?

    Marie: Well, I haven't made love to him yet.

    Navin R. Johnson: That's too bad... Do you think it's possible that someday, you could make love with me and think of him?

    Marie: Who knows, maybe you and he could make love and you could think of me.

    Navin R. Johnson: I'd just be happy to be in there somewhere.

  • Navin R. Johnson: Why are you crying? And why are you wearing that old dress?

    Marie: Because I just heard a song on the radio that reminded me of the way we were.

    Navin R. Johnson: What was it?

    Marie: "The Way We Were."

  • Marie: I don't care about losing all the money. It's losing all the stuff.

  • Navin R. Johnson: Are you a model?

    Marie: No. I'm a cosmetologist.

    Navin R. Johnson: Really? A cosmetologist? That's unbelievable. That's impressive. Must be tough handling the weightlessness.

  • Marie: You live here? Oh, it's nice. Did you decorate it?

    Navin R. Johnson: Yeah, I got all this stuff from the old Cup 'o Pizza place before they tore it down.

    Marie: Good pizza.

    [the two are eating pizza in a cup]

    Navin R. Johnson: Oh, this is the best pizza in a cup ever. This guy is unbelievable. He ran the old Cup 'o Pizza guy out of business. People come from all over to eat this.

  • Navin R. Johnson: I'm gonna bounce back and when I do I'm gonna buy you a diamond so big it's gonna make you puke.

    Marie: I don't wanna puke.

  • Navin R. Johnson: These hoodlums are dangerous. I think we oughta get out of here before she sees us.

    Marie: She?

    Navin R. Johnson: What?

    Marie: You said she.

    Navin R. Johnson: No! No! I always call a gang "she". It's like when you call a boat "she", or a hurricane "she".

    Marie: Or a girl?

    Navin R. Johnson: A girl, you can call a girl she, that's just one of the many things you can call she.

  • Marie: [giving tour] Computer room, but the Internet blows. TV room, no cable. Game room, but they're all stupid. And finally, the sweet smell of gourmet shit.

  • Alex: I love these.

    [opens Vincent's mint tin in the wind]

    Alex: What is on my face? What is on my face?

    Marie: Vincent's mother.

  • Marie: What the fuck?

    Marie: Dead babies on the road!

  • Vincent: What's so... What's so funny?

    Marie: Nothing. Sorry.

    Alex: It's just hard to tell were you stop and your tourettes begins.

  • Vincent: I'm in charge here. Not you, you cunt.

    Alex: You're calling me a cunt?

    Marie: That was his Tourette's you idiot!

    Vincent: No, I said that on purpose.

  • Alex: Cause I wanted you to think I was cool. You don't know what it's like. I've got a lot to offer but these stupid rituals take over everything, made my world smaller and smaller. I'm stuck in a fucking cage. I'd give anything to be free, but it doesn't stop.

    Vincent: It was pretty cool, the way you ran out of there

    Marie: You did look pretty bad ass.

  • Marie: We're gonna crash!

  • Marie: Naked!

    Cora: It's not naked. It's nude.

    Marie: What's the difference?

    Celia: Art.

  • Marie: It says here in this letter from Leukaemia Research Fund that the calendar has so far raised a total of £286,000. So congratulations to all of us for making it such a success.

    Annie: [whispers to Chris] We can get that sofa in the leather then.

  • Marie: The next item on the agenda is the calendar. Last year we had views of local bridges, so this year I thought we could go for the twelve most beautiful views of...

    Chris: [mutters] ... George Clooney

    Marie: ...the churches of Wharfedale.

    Chris: [mutters] Eleven fully-clothed and a little "lift the flap" for December.

  • Brenda Mooney: We don't do nudity. But we do do charity. I assume that this is a local fundraiser and you're not going to be making a big hoo-ha out of it?

    Chris: Yes.

    Brenda Mooney: Then it is a branch matter, and I can leave any decision in the hands of your branch president.

    [leaves]

    Marie: [pauses] Oh sod it go on then.

  • Marie: She's here to introduce us to the fascinating world of rugs

    [secretary whispers to her]

    Marie: My apologies Iris, I stand corrected, it's not just rugs, it is in fact all forms of carpeting.

    Chris: Oh, thank God. For a moment I thought it was going to be dull.

  • Chris: And seeing Marie's raised the issue, we're a good few months short.

    Marie: Is that not because all this has the air of another of Chris's great ideas? Like the vodka tasting night?

    Chris: No, because I'm going to make sure this one turns out ok Marie, because it's for John. It's inspired by John and it's for John and it's because of John and no matter what you might think of the idea Marie, you're looking at January.

  • Marie: I do know how you must be feeling.

    Annie: Do you? Oh dear.

    Marie: Are you sure John would have approved?

    Annie: You said yourself, you didn't know him.

    Marie: I know he was a decent man...

    Annie: If your concern is for the reputation of Knapely WI...

    Marie: It's not.

    Annie: I think it is. The WI is about doing good. And what does more good? Knowing slightly more about broccoli one week than we did the last or providing some comfort for someone in the worst hours of their life because that's what it's like sweetheart. And no. I don't think you do know how I feel.

  • Marie: Might I just say, I never knew broccoli could be so intriguing.

  • Marie: I'd like to welcome Alan Rathbone from York. He's here to tell us about the history of the milk marketing board.

  • Marie: It's not all jam and Jerusalem you know.

  • Marie: Victoria Sponge. Annie's on Victoria sponge.

    [Marie leaves. Chris dives under the table and brings out a cake tin]

    Ruth: What's that?

    Chris: Well, Annie won't have had time running Yul Brynner in and out of Skipton General, so ta da!

    Annie: Sorry I'm late. It just took a bit longer than... Oh my God, the cake!

    Chris: Told you.

  • Georgia Byrd: Don't that ceiling ever just make you want to cry?

    [smiles]

    Marie: I've never noticed Madam.

  • [Marie is crying quietly while looking up at the ceiling]

    Maitre D': Marie, what are you doing?

    Marie: Has that ceiling ever made you want to cry?

    Maitre D': What? Ceiling? Get back to work.

  • Marie: You don't go to work every day. You go to a bar every day.

  • Marie: Justin's a good kid.

    Abe: He's a fuckin' moron!

    Marie: Maybe, but he does what he's told. People like him.

    Abe: What are you saying? You on my dad's side or something?

    Marie: I like Justin. He's easy on the eyes.

  • Abe: Can you believe my father? I mean, like, I didn't even do anything, and yet, somehow, it's all... always all my fault.

    Marie: Well, family and business is always a tricky combination.

    Abe: Everything would be fine if he wasn't such a fucking asshole. You see the way he talks to me.

  • Abe: You are so different here from the way you are at the office.

    Marie: I'm not on payroll here.

  • Abe: I'm not a kid.

    Marie: I know. Next thing you know, you'll be fifty and your life will be over, and you'll still be living at home.

    Abe: You know, it costs a lot of money to move out. I'm not rich!

    Marie: You're a cheapskate and a freeloader. Face it.

    Abe: There're my parents! They need me!

    Marie: No. Grow up. No one needs you.

  • Marie: You know that he just broke up with Alice...

    Blake: I know, High five!

    Marie: [Angered] Blake!

  • [repeated line]

    Marie: I won't let anyone come between us any more.

  • Alexia: The problem is, he's got a girlfriend he doesn't want to split up with.

    Marie: Why are you so interested, then?

    Alexia: Someone who's taken must be worth it. I'm skeptical of single guys.

  • [first lines]

    Marie: Where are they taking us?

    Helga: To the island, over there.

    Helga: [to redhead] What's eating you? Looking forward to your holidays? Three years the judge said, didn't he? I know the medicine you need, and they don't stock it over there. Home sweet home for all three of us. The Spaniards built it and christened it, Castillo de la Muerte.

    Natalie Mendoza: "Castle of Death".

  • Marie: Before Christ was a time of orgies. Then came love.

    Alex: Love's less fun.

    Marie: Probably. In orgies you give your all. No more, no less. In love, it's never enough. It's always too much or not enough.

  • Marie: It's a question of age. You still have several lives ahead of you. I'm not unhappy, though. In fact, I think I'm happier than ever before.

    Juliette Fontana: Happier than with a man?

    Marie: Yes.

  • Nick 'The Barber' Venizelos: [inquiring at cigar stand] Say, uh, what are those things for?

    Marie: Poker dice.

    Nick 'The Barber' Venizelos: Oh, you gamble with them?

    Marie: Yes, sir, it's a dollar if you lose, and if you win, you get $2 worth of merchandise.

    Nick 'The Barber' Venizelos: [looking at her laciviously] Anything behind the counter?

    Marie: [coyly] Anything in merchandise.

    Nick 'The Barber' Venizelos: Heh, heh, well, you're a cute little package.

    [he chuckles]

  • Marie: You're a bum!

  • Rocky: Don't smoke that. It makes your breath like garbage.

    Marie: Maybe I like garbage.

    Rocky: [putting out the cigarette] Nobody likes garbage!

  • Marie: Hey Rocky! Screw you, creepo!

  • Zidler: You're dying, Satine.

    Satine: [long pause] Another trick, Harold?

    Zidler: The doctor told us.

    Satine: Marie?

    Marie: [silence]

    Satine: [singing to self] I was a fool to believe, a fool to believe. It all ends today, yes it all ends today.

  • Marie: Trevor, is someone chasing you?

    Trevor Reznik: Not yet. But they will when they find out who I am.

  • Marie: It doesn't matter how this looks to other people. If this is something you gotta do, then you do it. Fighters fight.

  • Marie: Do you have a reservation?

    Paulie: Do I look like a freakin' Indian?

  • Marie: The last thing to age on somebody is their heart

  • Rocky Balboa: You know your kid sorta resembles ya. He's got that thick Irish hair, you know.

    Marie: ...Yeah it's the other one.

    [Rocky looks at the dark skinned one]

    Rocky Balboa: ...Yeah?

    Marie: His father was from Jamaica.

    Rocky Balboa: Jamaica... European... Was you on a cruise ship or somthin' ?

    Marie: [smiles] Not exactly.

  • Rocky Balboa: Wow.

    Marie: Glad you dropped in?

    Rocky Balboa: I think the neighborhood's changin' a little.

  • Marie: [after Paulie walks into Adrian's after being let go from his job] Excuse me? Do you have a reservation?

    Paulie: [laughs] Do I look like an indian?

  • Marie: Don't get out. It's alright.

    Rocky Balboa: No, Little Marie. It ain't alright.

  • [Angie, a young woman approaches Rocky at the bar]

    Angie: Yo! Yo, is that you? Is that really you?

    Rocky Balboa: How you doin'?

    Marie: [to Angie] I think he wants to drink alone.

    Angie: [turning "Street Gangsta"] Well, then give him his drink then. I ain't stoppin' you. What's that, your man or somthin'? No, I don't think so!

    [turns back to Rocky]

    Angie: Anyway, me and my friends, we're right down there. You think - You think you can buy us a round? Come on, you got the money. Just one round.

    Rocky Balboa: Hey, uh...

    [pushes Angie hand down]

    Rocky Balboa: Thank you.

    Angie: What are y - What are you doin' pushin' my hand away like that?

    Rocky Balboa: What's your name?

    Angie: Angie. What do you wanna know for?

    Rocky Balboa: Angie, don't be playin' a fool for that guy, all right?

    Angie: [turning cross] A fool?

    Rocky Balboa: Yeah.

    Angie: [angry] A fool? I'm the fool? You're the fool, not me! You got it twisted. You're the fool. I'm a person, just like you. You ain't no better than me. You think you're a big shot? You ain't nothin! You ain't no better that me! NO better!

  • Marie: [looks at a cardboard cutout of Heaven] Is this where we go when we die?

    Chris Nielsen: It's a dream, baby, it's a beautiful one, but you know dreams...

    Marie: I know, aren't real. I know.

  • Marie: Why do the men, who disgust us, understand us much better than those, who attract us and who we love?

  • Marie: Love is bloody stupid. It's a question of power. A guy, you're faithful to 'cause you love him, won't fuck you anymore. Betray him and he'll start fucking you again. It's as simple as that. Not because they suspect, we might be unfaithful, but because they understand, that we're escaping out of their reach.

  • Marie: They say, a man, who fucks a woman, honours her.

  • Marie: Porn is nothing more than curing one's libido with its depiction. But what one doesn't permit for oneself, one can't allow in a picture either. The very moment an image shows us, it exposes us completely.

  • Marie: What in turn proves, that those who get turned on, don't love us, either. Basically Paul is right: Being a woman corresponds to a shortcoming. For being wild about a woman really means: wanting to fuck her. However, wanting to fuck a woman means: despising her. Love between men and women is not possible.

  • Marie: People say, a woman is no woman, until she's given birth to a child.

  • [last lines]

    Marie: I gave my son his father's name. If someone up there counts souls, then we're even.

  • Marie: Women are the expiatory sacrifices of men.

  • Marie: Love between men and women one cannot stress it often enough, is a treacherous battle.

  • Marie: I love to smoke. Smoking a cigarette is like... forgetting. When I hit rock bottom, it's all I have. Light up, smoke up, shut the fuck up. It hides the shit. The smoke... hides... the shit. There's menthol and vanilla. Some people like 'em. Menthol cigarette. Vanilla cigarette. Chocolate cigarette. Cigarette cigarette. Cigarettes clearly keep me from going crazy. Keeps me alive. It keeps me alive until I die.

  • Marie: A high IQ is a vital counterpoint to brown eyes.

  • Nicolas: Eating your cherry, Terry?

    Francis: Cherries are too sweet.

    Marie: Fudge is 17 times sweeter than cherries.

  • Nicolas: You have a big bed, right?

    Francis: Yeah, I have a big bed. You can sleep here. We'll just... We'll just squeeze in.

    Nicolas: Thanks, man.

    Marie: Shotgun the side.

    Francis: I hate the middle, too.

    Nicolas: No sweat. I like the middle.

  • Marie: You poor thing. Who does your hair?

    Sonora: Well, I do.

    Marie: Sonora, you have to be extremely careful with your appearance. I mean, having no natural beauty of your own you really need to help yourself.

  • Marie: I am an actress! Not a circus performer! I am going to New York City. Next time you see me I am going to be a big star! And you will still be shoveling manure!

  • Marie: I'm transforming into a monster.

  • Marie: Don't you believe in anything?

    Merchant: I believe in what I own. I love money. I hate death.

    Marie: You'll die like everyone else.

    Merchant: I will bury them all.

  • Ethel Ann: I was 21 years old. My life was over.

    Marie: 21? Mom, that was before you married Daddy, before I was born. What happened?

    Ethel Ann: It's none of your business.

  • Marie: Everybody needs to talk.

    Jack: No, honey, everbody needs to cry. And your mother never did.

  • Marie: I'm trying to understand what happened to her.

    Jack: The war happened, for Christ's sake.

  • Marie: I remember Father Christopher saying: "Sacrifice is the most you can love someone."

  • Marie: Does God love everyone? Does he even love those men on the road outside?

    Christopher: God doesn't always like everything we do. That's our choice. But he loves all his children.

  • Marie: [to her man during a fight] I'd rather have a knife in my body than your hand on me.

  • Henry: I'm very, very nervous about the whole thing. She wants to climb that flagpole and put up this aerial.

    Marie: And she wants us to help?

    Henry: Yes, and I really think she ought to have a net under her.

    Nora: She ought to have a net *over* her if you ask me.

  • Marie: Sometimes a tick is just a tick.

  • Zak: If I'm right, it means that whatever gave us our minute wasn't love, it was fate. It means im just here to serve a purpose for you. It means everything is already decided. There's no freedom, no responsibility, and knowledge absolutely does not determine destiny.

    Marie: Does it matter?

  • Marie: It's easy to keep your hands clean when you're rich.

  • Marie: Lose a war and a man gets mean as a wounded bull.

  • Marie: [sigh] It's been four months now. They want to punish me? Let them do it. And it's all men. How could men understand, anyway?

  • Marie: And what do you do?

    Lulu: Can't you tell I'm a hooker?

    Marie: You don't say! I guess men must really look you over.

    Lulu: That's what hookers are for.

  • Lulu: What's your name?

    Marie: Marie.

    Lulu: Mine's Lucie. But that's no name for a hooker, so I go by Lulu.

  • Marie: How much do you make a day?

    Lulu: Depends on the customer. I look, then I decide. Krauts pay through the nose. I can't help it.

    Marie: Some of them are handsome.

    Lulu: True. But it's a matter of principle.

    Marie: Is it true that some like to whip you?

    Lulu: No more than the French. Men have always treated us like horses.

  • Marie: I had a friend... She was taken away. A jew.

    Lulu: At least that can't happen to me. We're Normans. Nothing but hicks.

    Marie: [laughs] Me too.

  • Marie: I'm not just a housewife.

    Lulu: No offense, but you look like one.

    Marie: Maybe, but I'm not what I seem to be. I even do things that are against the law.

    Lulu: Like what, baby face?

  • Marie: I've been a slave since I was 14. And I don't see how it'll ever change.

    Paul: Like most women.

    Marie: I don't care about "most women". I can't take it anymore!

  • Marie: No more empty bellies here. We're in the clover.

  • Marie: You handle a sword...

    Lucien: Forcefully?

    Marie: Yes, that's it.

    Lucien: You're cute when you blush. All your freckles show. Are you ashamed?

    Marie: Of what?

    Lucien: Of your freckles. Of turning me on.

  • Marie: [In bed] Why are you smiling?

    Lucien: You're not the best ever, but I like your squirrel coat.

    Marie: You could've said "fur".

    Lucien: "Fur" and "jewels" are words I never say in front of women.

  • Marie: You're not a romantic.

    Lucien: I'm a man.

  • Marie: Look after your sister, ducky. I've got to go.

  • Paul: We're occupied, you know! You may have fancy food and a lover, but there's still a war on.

    Marie: I'm for the Resistance.

    Paul: You idiot, you're not for anything!

  • Marie: And there's Pierrot. You too, ducky. Come dance with Mommy.

  • Marie: Do you think babies in their mother's belly have a soul?

  • Marie: I told the magistrate I wouldn't do it again. He said if I confessed, it'd go better for me.

    [pause]

    Marie: I want to become a singer.

  • Marie: If we ask for forgiveness, we may not go to hell.

  • Marie: You got angel eyes.

  • Marie: Filthy Jew! They all have syphilis! You hear me? She'll give it to you! Let me go! I want to talk to the filthy bitch! She has no right! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

  • [after Maria has told her seduction story]

    Grace: My God! I saw that picture. That blonde lady is you?

    Marie: It's not a big deal.

    Saira: Right! You getting muff-dived on a moving bus by a hot chick isn't a big deal? Happens all the time?

    Marie: Tell me something, Saira. Do you still get all wet when you see a guy on a scissor lift?

    Saira: [shrugs] Touche.

  • Grace: Hey, what are you doing? You two making out in there or what?

    Marie: You wish, you little tart!

    [Serena and Marie enter with more drinks]

    Grace: Thank God! Reinforcements!

    Serena: Oh, so you two are laying across each other like something out of a Madonna video and we're the ones making out in the kitchen? Sounds like someone's got transference issues.

    Grace: I'm not exactly sure what that means, but I'm fairly certain that when I sober up that I will be very offended.

    Saira: Let's just get on with the game!

  • Grace: [referring to the lingerie] Marie, what are you wearing?

    Marie: What? I thought this was pajama party. And these are my pajamas.

    Grace: Pajamas? Yeah, right. If you're sleeping over at Hugh Hefner's house.

    Marie: You're just jealous.

    Grace: Tart!

    Marie: Wench!

  • Marie: Let me mourn my youth alone.

  • Marie: I'd like to cry all this week and next. Cry away all my shabbiness and all the wasted time. Funny... I can't seem to cry. If I really search inside myself I'm actually... happy!

  • Marie: I don't believe God exists. And if he does, I hate him. And I'll never stop hating him. If he stood before me, I'd spit in his face. I'll hate him for as long as I live. I won't forget. I'll hate him till the day I die.

  • Franz: I tell you, Miss Marie, none of those girls had curves like you.

    Marie: So you felt them all?

    Franz: When you dance, you can compare.

    Marie: Yes, I think you like comparing.

  • Franz: How about that bench, Miss Marie?

    Marie: No, Monsieur Franz. It's too dark here.

    Franz: Don't be afraid. I'm here.

    Marie: That's just it.

  • Franz: Don't be afraid.

    Marie: No, I don't want to!

    Franz: Here's another bench. Let's sit there awhile.

    Marie: Alright, but behave yourself.

    Franz: Yes.

    Marie: Promise? Promise?

  • Alfred: You know, you dress very nicely. Aren't you warm?

    [Starts to take off here clothes]

    Marie: It's too bright in here.

    Alfred: You're right. It's too bright.

    [Starts to close all the blinds]

    Alfred: Mind you, you needn't be embarrassed on my account, or anyone else's either, as pretty as you are. Oh, Marie, Marie, your hair smells so nice. You know, I saw you once. I came home late one night. I went in the kitchen for some water. The door to your room was open and I saw - lots of things. You have such pale skin.

    Marie: What if someone rings?

    Alfred: We won't answer. We won't answer.

  • Catherine Rietlander: Who's going to tell him the truth?

    Marie: He sees it... And he's the only one.

  • Ruben Rietlander: Would you mind reading something for me?

    Marie: He sat quite still... stiff and cold in the empty frigid hall. She recognized him at once and threw her arms around him. Tears rolled down her red cheeks and feel on his chest.His icy heart melted. She kissed... She kissed his eyes... He wept...

    Ruben Rietlander: Come home with me.

    Marie: She kissed his hands... his cheeks... and he blushed again. Tears washed the splinter from his eye. He recognised her. You thought I was beautiful.

    Ruben Rietlander: Come home with me.

    Marie: Look at me. Look at me. What do you see? What do you see now?

    Ruben Rietlander: Marie.

    Marie: No! That's not true. Not any more.

  • Ruben Rietlander: Come back. You belong with me.

    Marie: Not any more.

    Ruben Rietlander: Who says that?

    Marie: Am I beautiful?

    Ruben Rietlander: Yes!

    Marie: Don't lie.

    Ruben Rietlander: I belong with you. Why won't you believe me?

    Marie: I don't believe in fairytales.

  • Candice: I can't believe that someone decapitated Brad!

    Marie: And his little car, too.

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