Martha Quotes in The Book of Eli (2010)

Solara: [Carnegie's men are about to attack] What do we do?

Martha: [Cocks hammer on rifle] I know what the fuck I'm doing!

Marshall Chris Adams: I'm glad you didn't lock it.

Martha: I figured you'd break it down if I did.

[Fridge rushes by Martha and nearly knocks her down]

Martha: Hey, person walking!

Martha: [sarcasm] Are you gonna help, or are you too pretty?

Bethany: [serious] I'm too pretty.

[last lines]

Ed: [waking from a nightmare] No!

Martha: Ed? What's the matter?... It's all right... it's all right... shhh... go to sleep... go to sleep...

Cyril: Good evening, Madam. We're looking for our Uncle Albert. We are...

Martha: Five children? Oh, my goodness! But you're not due till Friday!

Cyril: Today is Friday.

Martha: It is? But I have a goose in the oven. Goose is Thursdays. Oh, never mind. Come in. Come in. Come on, come on. Tuesday's duck, Wednesday's duck, Thursday's goose. Now put your cases down. It's duck, duck, goose! We must have had Wednesday on Tuesday and Monday on Sunday.

[sighs]

Martha: Well, it's just one day, I suppose. Last year we lost October. It's not an easy thing to do, you know, lose a whole month. I'll get you some towels, and tell your Uncle you've arrived.

Martha: These are the children I was telling you about. Your nephews and nieces.

Uncle Albert: Impossible. They're not due 'till Friday. Isn't that right, Horace

Horace: Yes, Father. Not due 'till Friday.

Robert: Today is Friday.

Uncle Albert: Can't be.

[sniffs]

Uncle Albert: Smell that. That's Thursday.

Martha: You poor things. You must be so exhausted.

Martha: In the morning, I'll give you a tour of the grounds. You're allowed everywhere except the greenhouse. That's strictly off limits.

Jane: Why would a greenhouse be off limits?

Anthea: Maybe the plants are deadly, like in "The Black Rose Of Devil's Island".

Jane: Maybe.

Martha: The greenhouse is off limits because I said it is. So just stay out of it, and everything will be fine. Here we go.

[hums]

Uncle Albert: Ah, children. I expect you could do with a spot of lunch.

Martha: Come on. Sit down, sit down, sit down.

Uncle Albert: But before that, second Saturday of the month. You all know what that means. Second Saturday. Statutes, laws, edicts, regulations... rules. Exciting times children. Time to grasp the Goblet of Goodness.

Martha: What a to-do today turned out to be.

Jane: Oh... It wasn't us. Honestly, it was the sand fairy...

Cyril: Jane!

Martha: Sand fairy, huh?

Jane: Err... No!

Cyril: No. She didn't say "sand fairy", she said... She said...

Anthea: Safari.

Cyril: Safari. Yes.

Anthea: We were pretending to be on safari, and Cyril is an elephant.

Martha: A safari, of course. Well, now, if we all do as I do... we can undo all this to-do before tomorrow. Come along, you lot.

Uncle Albert: Oh, pendulous expression, furrowed brow. Bad news?

Martha: This letter from your publisher.

Uncle Albert: Yes, yes. Immaterial. Impact inconsequential.

Martha: They say they want to make big changes to your book.

Uncle Albert: They do?

Martha: Yes. It seems "Difficult Sums For Children" isn't catchy enough.

Uncle Albert: Catchy?

Martha: They're suggesting a new title. "Counting The Fun With Charlie Chicken". They're replacing you with a chicken.

Uncle Albert: Ridiculous.

Martha: Of course it is. We must write back and tell them immediately.

Uncle Albert: Just give me the name of the chicken and the address of his coop.

Martha: No, no, no. Your publishers. You can't have a counting chicken in your book.

Uncle Albert: Of course. No fingers. Can't count without fingers. No use. Oh, I suppose he could use wings. No, that's silly. He'd only get to two. Unless, err... Noah managed two by two. Gosh, that flood must have been a terrible set back.

[sniffs]

Uncle Albert: Ahh... Hmm-hmm. Smells like rain. Great change is afoot.

Martha: You can sign this one?

Peasemarsh: Yeah, yeah, you and your gold. Nice lot you are. Tempting honest car dealers with your stolen gold.

Martha: That's quite enough. These children are with me.

Peasemarsh: Oh, an accomplice, I'll wager. Well I don't think they're gonna wriggle out of this one. Allow me.

Martha: [aims a shotgun at Pappy] Mexico my ass!

Martha: Your zing will come, cherish it my love, love mommy.

Martha: Jesus! Don't you care that my sister has left me to do everything? Tell her to help me!

Jesus: [gently] Martha. *Martha* you're always hurrying around so worried. You do so much for everyone else, but don't miss the one thing that matters for you! Sit with us and listen.

Martha: Simon.

Simon: [from behind the locked bathroom door] Simon.

Martha: Simon!

Simon: Simon.

Martha: Si!

Simon: ...Mon.

Justin: You can't fight what we had together.

Martha: Justin, it was one night. It was a massive mistake. I was drunk out of my mind. You could have been a donkey!

Martha: What did you just say?

Troy: I said the Valium you gave to Simon wasn't actually Valium. It's an hallucinogenic concoction. You know, stuff like acid, mescaline, a little ketamine.

Martha: This isn't funny, Troy.

Troy: I'm not being funny. Look at him. He's off his tits!

Martha: You absolute little twat! What the hell are you doing leaving this stuff around your flat?

Troy: I didn't know someone was going to take it, did I? I mean who just goes into someone else's flat and takes random pills?

Martha: They were in a Valium bottle!

Justin: [jauntily] Hey, you look nice.

Martha: I'm dressed for a funeral.

Martha: We're on our way to a funeral, you wanker! Don't you have any respect?

Rev. Elcott: [after rounding up the girls] We're all fathers here and we love you, so don't be afraid to answer. A while back I heard a wee babe crying in the house. Whose is it?

[girls look at one another]

Rev. Elcott: Whose is it, don't be afraid to tell?

Dorcas, Alice, Sarah, Liza, Ruth, Martha: [all at once and smiling] Mine!

Dorcas: [upon seeing the Pontipee brothers arrive at the barn raising] Who are they? I don't recall ever seeing them before.

Liza: They're strangers to me.

Ruth: Seven of them.

Martha: And all as tall as church steeples.

Alice: It's Milly! Milly!

Martha: Don't do anything the good Lord wouldn't do!

[Henry drinking Coke]

Martha: Why don't you just pour battery acid down your throat?

Henry: No caffeine.

[a very pregnant Martha struggles in the morning]

Martha: Bladder control, you don't miss it until it's gone.

Martha: Wear a tie for the interview. And promise me you won't torpedo it on purpose, okay?

Henry: Are you telling me these banker schmucks lost $5 million of the Mob's money?

Martha: Dumb fellas, huh? Unwise guys.

Martha: Oh, come on! I dump a big, fat juicy steak in your lap, and you ask for sauce?

Martha: Henry, listen. Tomorrow is fine. Tomorrow.

Henry: No, today.

Martha: Tomorrow.

Henry: Today. Today. Today. Today.

Martha: Tomorrow! Tomorrow!

Henry: Today, now. Today, now. Today.

Henry: I - You're shouting, first of all.

Martha: I know I'm shouting! I like to shout!

Martha: Didn't you notice?

Henry: What?

Martha: All the crap. Today I can't even remember it.

Martha: If you don't change your attitude, I shall have to complain to your employer.

Henry Van Cleve: I'm not employed here. I'm not a book salesman. I took one look at you and followed you into the store. If you'd walked into a restaurant, I would have become a waiter. If you'd walked into a burning building, I would have become a fireman. If you'd walked into an elevator, I would have stopped it between two floors and we'd have spent the rest of our lives there. Please forgive me but you can't walk out of my life like that.

Henry Van Cleve: Martha, if I hadn't met you I'd hate to think where I'd be right now.

Martha: Well, probably outside some stage door, or even inside the dressing room, and having a wonderful time.

Martha: Oh, Henry, I know your every move. I know your outraged indignation. I know the poor weeping little boy. I know the misunderstood, strong, silent man, the wounded lion who's too proud to explain what happened in the jungle last night.

Henry Van Cleve: [regarding How to Make Your Husband Happy] Don't buy this book. You don't need it. I'll tell you something more appropriate for you: Leave Your Nest And Fly Away With Me.

Martha: Well, I might buy that book too...

Henry Van Cleve: Well, we don't have it in stock right now... but I'd love to discuss the idea with you...

Martha: Don't misunderstand me. I love Kansas. It's just that I don't feel like living there. Besides that, I didn't want to be an old maid. Not in Kansas!

Albert Van Cleve: Marriage isn't a series of thrills. Marriage is a peaceful, well-balanced adjustment of two right-thinking people.

Martha: I'm afraid that's only too true.

Martha: Oh, why did you ever come into my life?

Henry Van Cleve: To make you happy. To hold you in my arms forever.

Martha: I'll never be able to look my father in the face. I'll never be able to go back to Kansas again.

Henry Van Cleve: Isn't that wonderful?

[He kisses her]

Martha: Oh, I wish I were dead.

Inga Gunther: [about to open a jar of ants] prepare to be consumed, Martha Alston! PREPARE TO BE... oh, God! They're dead. Bob?

Bob: They are?

Inga Gunther: Yes, didn't you feed them?

Bob: i thought you said you wanted them hungry?

Inga Gunther: HUNGRY, Bob! Not DEAD! Now what are we gonna do?

Martha: We could re-schedule, like, you know, next Tuesday is good for me.

Inga Gunther: Dream on, little beauty!

Inga Gunther: Bob, cut the couch!

Martha: Don't cut the couch, HEY...

Inga Gunther: HEY IS FOR HORSES!

Martha: I've heard you British guys are all gentleman. You are British aren't you?

Daniel: English actually.

Frank: My perfect partner is me.

Martha: You?

Frank: Yeah, me... with breasts.

Martha: [to Frank] I'm a little bit older than six. The only people interested in you are six year old girls.

Daniel: And one of the rooms they called it the library and they filled it full of books. Thousands of books on every subject and they're all second-hand. You know why?

Martha: It was cheaper?

Daniel: No. It's so it looks like they've been read.

Daniel: [of his professionally decorated flat] I have the home of a widely-read, widely-travelled, deeply interesting man with taste.

Martha: And that's not you.

Daniel: No.

Martha: [raising an eyebrow] Not even the interesting bit?

Martha: [seeing the entrance to Laurence's flat] Wow, this is great. In my apartment, I'd have to walk up 16 stories. The elevator works okay, but it's strictly for drug deals and contract fellatio.

[first lines]

1st Burglar: [whispering] This one's unlocked.

Martha: [phone rings, answering machine picks up] Willis and Martha can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message.

[beep]

Albert Lodge: Hey Willis... it's your wake up call. Willis, get up. Are you listening to me?

Willis Embry: [picks up] Huh?

Albert Lodge: See you in the bubble.

Willis Embry: Yeah, okay...

[hangs up and plays back his messages]

Martha: Willis, I'd tell you this in person, but as you always say, I have a fear of confrontation. I'm leaving you. I need to find my true self and I think traveling around the world is the answer. So listen, I took the 5000 dollars out of your account. I'll pay you back when I can. I hope you're not made. Anyway, since you're a psychologist, I hope you understand this is nothing personal. It's just something I have to do. Goodbye.

[beep]

Martha: You-ness. Me-ness. Us-ness. We-ness.

Sam Stone: [snorts]

Martha: Your-ness. My-ness. Our-ness. Happiness.

Harvey Holroyd: [whispering] Sickness.

Kate Linville Holroyd: [whispering] Harvey!

Martha: And now, Bill, I'd like to hear where your head is at.

Bill: Thank you, Martha, for pushing my button.

Stokely: [shakes head in disbelief]

Bill: Thank you for inviting me to participate in your life, for I am an asshole. And being an asshole is neither good nor bad. It just is.

Reverend Spike: I think that says it all.

Harvey Holroyd: [whispering] These are exciting times, aren't they? Gas is over a dollar a gallon and it's okay to be an asshole.

Kate Linville Holroyd: [whispering] Shh!

Dr. Leonard Miller: Well, hey, Stokely, what's happening, babe?

Stokely: Nothing.

Martha: Darling, will you excuse Leonard and I for a minute? We're going to have a private rap which doesn't concern you.

Stokely: Bullshit.

Dr. Leonard Miller: Good! That's cool, Martha. Stokely's a patient, I'm his therapist, he knows why he's here. Why don't we informally dialog about it, then Stokely and I can go inside and rap in a more structured manner.

Martha: Right. This morning I caught Stokely, not in a sense of spying, you know how I feel about violating a child's space.

Dr. Leonard Miller: I hear ya.

Martha: This morning I caught Stokely dealing with the maid as a sex object. Of course, for her own protection, I had to let her go.

Dr. Leonard Miller: You were reaffirming her selfhood, without denying your own power perimeters.

Martha: Exactly.

Dr. Leonard Miller: Good girl. Now as far as Stokely's concerned, it's just a question of putting him in touch with his childhood.

Stokely: I'm only ten years old, you dork!

Dr. Leonard Miller: Well, then we don't have too far to go, do we?

Stokely: Schmuck!

Martha: Rachel... It's about the uniform.

Rachel: Oh, you want me to wear regular clothes so people will think I'm just your black friend who dropped by to clean your house because I ain't got nothin' better to do?

Martha: Could you?

Martha: Tom got fired because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. I felt so bad for you. He's such a bad guy.

[the town sits at dinner on the Fourth of July]

Ma Ginger: A police car has just been seen in town and it has just made the turn up Canyon Road! So they'll be here any minute.

Martha: Should I ring the bell?

Tom: No, Martha. Grace probably heard.

Boston Blackie: What time did they leave?

Martha: What do I look like, a sundial?

Boston Blackie: Not in this light.

Mrs. Medlock: [greeting Lord Craven] You're home, sir. We weren't expecting you.

Lord Craven: Here I am. Where is my son?

Mrs. Medlock: He's in his room, of course, Your Lordship.

[Martha begins following them to Colin's room]

Mrs. Medlock: Would you get back to the kitchen, you impudent girl!

[Martha walks away]

Lord Craven: [they go to Colin's room, he is not there] Where is MY SON?

Mrs. Medlock: He's here, my Lord. He must be here.

[she begins searching the room]

Lord Craven: [he see's an undraped picture of Lily] What's happened?

Mrs. Medlock: [referring to Mary] It's that child, my Lord. She's created absolute havoc here. I've tried to control her. She must be sent away, my Lord. She'll kill Master Colin... for sure.

Lord Craven: Take me to her room.

Mrs. Medlock: [as they head for Mary's room] She has no regard for his fragile state of health. She does what she pleases.

[she takes out a key to unlock the door]

Lord Craven: You lock her in?

Mrs. Medlock: I've had to, my Lord. That's how wild she is.

[they enter the room]

Mrs. Medlock: Mary? Your Uncle's here.

[they see Mary's bed is empty, she is missing to]

Martha: [standing at the door] I beg your pardon, my Lord.

[he gestures for her to continue]

Martha: Perhaps they're in the garden.

Lord Craven: The garden?

Mrs. Medlock: [nervous chuckle] How can they be? It's quite impossible.

[Craven storms out of the room, Mrs.Medlock follows him]

Mrs. Medlock: I've done my best, sir. I really have. But with that child defying me...

Lord Craven: SILENCE, MEDLOCK! She's just a child. I left YOU in charge.

Mrs. Medlock: [on the verge of tears] I'll resign, sir. I'll leave today.

[Craven walks off to find the children]

Mrs. Medlock: [she breaks down on the staircase, Martha tries to console her] DON'T!

[she calms down, Martha hugs her]

Mrs. Medlock: [sobbing] Martha... Martha.

Martha: Now, what would you like to wear? Black, black, or black?

Mary: Are you blind? They're all black. And I will not be laughed at, servant.

Martha: What do they wear in India? When I heard you'd be coming from there, I thought you'd be a native.

Mary: [furious] A what? You thought I'd be a what?

Martha: There's no need to do that. I've nothing against natives.

Mary: You are strange.

Martha: Hey, I know that!

Martha: I don't know when exactly your uncle will call for you.

Mary: My uncle? Mrs. Medlock said he wouldn't want to see me.

Martha: Ah but he does.

Mary: Are you my servant?

Martha: I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant, and she's Lord Craven's, but I will be doing some upstairs housekeeping and waiting on you a bit.

Mary: Waiting on me makes you my servant, then.

Martha: I've got a present for you. Me mother sent it over.

[She hands Mary a skipping rope]

Mary: What's it for?

Martha: You've got tigers and elephants in India, but have you not got skipping ropes?

Martha: I hope that was an empty bottle, George! You can't afford to waste good liquor, not on YOUR salary!

Martha: I disgust me. You know, there's only been one man in my whole life who's ever made me happy. Do you know that?

[pause]

Martha: George, my husband... George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy. Yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest; for having seen me and having said: yes, this will do.

Martha: I swear, if you existed, I'd divorce you.

Martha: A drowning man takes down those nearest.

Martha: You make me puke.

George: That wasn't a very nice thing to say, Martha.

George: You can sit around with the gin running out of your mouth; you can humiliate me; you can tear me to pieces all night, that's perfectly okay, that's all right.

Martha: You can stand it!

George: I cannot stand it!

Martha: You can stand it, you married me for it!

Martha: I looked at you tonight and you weren't there... And I'm gonna howl it out, and I'm not gonna give a damn what I do and I'm gonna make the biggest god-damn explosion you've ever heard.

George: Try and I'll beat you at your own game.

Martha: Is that a threat George, huh?

George: It's a threat, Martha.

Martha: You're gonna get it, baby.

George: Be careful Martha. I'll rip you to pieces.

Martha: You're not man enough. You haven't the guts.

George: Total war.

Martha: Total.

Honey: Oh, I don't know, a little brandy maybe. "Never mix, never worry!"

George: Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you?

Martha: Sure! "Never mix, never worry!"

Martha: [derogatorily, to George] Hey, swamp! Hey swampy!

George: Yes, Martha? Can I get you something?

Martha: Ah, well, sure. You can, um, light my cigarette, if you're of a mind to.

George: No. There are limits. I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the old evolutionary ladder, which is up your line. Now, I will hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see but I will not light your cigarette. And that, as they say, is that.

Martha: Jesus.

[George takes a corner far too fast, tossing everyone in the car from side to side. Pause]

Martha: Aren't you going to apologize?

George: Not my fault, the road should've been straight.

Martha: No, aren't you going to apologize for making Honey throw up?

George: I didn't make her throw up.

Martha: What, you think it was sexy back there? You think he made his own wife sick?

George: Well, you make me sick.

Martha: That's different.

Nick: To you, everybody's a flop. Your husband's a flop, I'm a flop.

Martha: You're all flops. I am the Earth Mother, and you are all flops.

Martha: Hey!

George: Hark! Jungle sounds.

Martha: Hey!

George: Animal noises.

George: I used to drink brandy.

Martha: You used to drink bergen, too.

[first lines]

Martha: [with disgust] What a dump.

Martha: Look, sweetheart, I can drink you under any goddamn table you want, so don't worry about me.

Martha: Well, you're going bald.

George: So are you.

Martha: [regarding "What a dump!"] It's from some damn Bette Davis picture, some goddamn Warner Brothers epic.

George: Martha, I can't remember all the pictures that came out of Warner Brothers.

George: You're a monster - You are.

Martha: I'm loud and I'm vulgar, and I wear the pants in the house because somebody's got to, but I am not a monster. I'm not.

George: You're a spoiled, self-indulgent, willful, dirty-minded, liquor-ridden...

Martha: SNAP! It went SNAP! I'm not gonna try to get through to you any more. There was a second back there, yeah, there was a second, just a second when I could have gotten through to you, when maybe we could have cut through all this, this CRAP. But it's past, and I'm not gonna try.

George: Now, I think we've been having a real good evening, all things considered. We sat around, we've got to know each other, and we've had fun and games. Curl up on the Floor, for example. The tiles. Snap the Dragon.

Honey: Peel the Label"

George: Peel... Peel the What?

Martha: Label. Peel the Label.

Martha: [holds up a wine bottle] I peel labels.

George: [bringing the core of the movie down to one simple line] We all peel labels, sweetie.

George: I'm very impressed.

Martha: You're damn right.

George: I said I was impressed. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?

George: Did you really think I was going to kill you, Martha?

Martha: You, kill me? That's a laugh.

George: Well now, I might some day.

Martha: Fat chance.

Martha: [after George has said hurtful things to humiliate Nick and Honey] You really are a bastard.

George: That's all right for you. You can go around like a hopped-up Arab, slashing at everything in sight, scarring up half the world if you want to. But let somebody else try it? No.

[as Marcy May introduces a new 'recruit' to their home and shows her one of the babies]

Sarah: All the kids here are boys.

Martha: [referring to Patrick] He only has boys.

Lucy: Why would you think it's okay to come in here like that?

Martha: I don't know. It's a big bed. You guys were on the other side.

Lucy: You can't come into our room when we're having sex. That's not normal. It's private.

Martha: Sorry.

Lucy: You don't need to apologize. Just - I need you to understand why it's not okay.

Martha: Okay.

Lucy: Do you?

Martha: Yeah.

Lucy: Well?

Martha: Because it's private and not normal.

Lucy: Oh, God.

Martha: I am a teacher and a leader. You just never let me be that. But now, I am... I know who I am.

Martha: Is it true married people don't fuck?

Martha: [about their robbery victim] Zoe, I can't stop thinking about that man.

Zoe: Yeah. I know. We're never really dead or alive; we just exist. So he's still existing, but it's in a parallel time. Just don't think about it.

Lucy: We're trying to have a family and I don't feel safe with you here.

Martha: Lucy?

Lucy: What?

[louder]

Lucy: What?

Martha: You're gonna be a terrible mother.

Martha: [to Lucy] Just because we're sisters doesn't mean we need to talk about everything that comes into your head!

Martha: I am a teacher and a leader.

Martha: There's always been something wrong. Always, just as long as I can remember. But I never knew what it was until all this happened.

Karen: Stop it Martha! Stop this crazy talk!

Martha: You're afraid of hearing it, but I'm more afraid that you.

Karen: I won't listen to you!

Martha: No! You've got to know. I've got to tell you. I can't keep it to myself any longer. I'm guilty!

Karen: You're guilty of nothing!

Martha: I've been telling myself that since the night I heard the child say it. I lie in bed night after night praying that it isn't true. But I know about it now. It's there. I don't know how, I don't know why. But I did love you! I do love you! I resented your plans to marry. Maybe because I wanted you. Maybe I've wanted you all these years. I couldn't call it by name before, but maybe it's been there since I first knew you.

Karen: But it's not the truth, not a word of it is true! We've never thought of each other that way.

Martha: No, of course you didn't. But who's to say I didn't. I'd never felt that way about anybody before you. I've never loved a man. I never knew why before, maybe it's that.

Karen: You're tired and worn out.

Martha: It's funny. It's all mixed up. There's something in you, and you don't know anything about it because you don't know it's there. And then suddenly, one night a little girl gets bored and tells a lie, and there, for the first time, you see it. Then you say to yourself, did she see it? Did she sense it?

Karen: But you know it could have been any lie. She was looking for anything to...

Martha: But why this lie? She found the lie with the ounce of truth. Don't you see? I can't stand to have you touch me! I can't stand to have you look at me! Oh, it's all my fault. I have ruined your life and I have ruined my own. I swear I didn't know it! I didn't mean it! Oh, I feel so damn sick and dirty I can't stand it anymore!

Mrs. Lily Mortar: God will punish you.

Martha: He's doing all right.

Martha: My brother Dickon will be coming up to see thee.

Mary Lennox: Your brother?

Martha: Aye, thou'll like Dickon. What a one he is for growing things and the animals. Half lives on it, he does, almost like an animal himself.

Mary Lennox: Wait a minute. Aren't you going to dress me?

Martha: What?

Mary Lennox: Well, in India, it's the custom.

Martha: Thou cannot dress thyself?

Mary Lennox: Of course I can. It's just -

[Martha laughs]

Mary Lennox: Martha, I heard someone crying last night, as I was going to bed. I'm sure I heard someone crying.

Martha: Aye, it was the scullery maid. It was last night. She had a toothache. What a fearful row!

Mary Lennox: Mrs. Medlock said it was the wind.

Martha: Oh, she did?

Martha: What do you want for breakfast?

Joseph 'Jacknife' Megessey: Beer.

Martha: Have you ever actually caught a fish, Joseph?

Joseph 'Jacknife' Megessey: Martha, the only way I'm going to catch a fish, I got a feeling, is to drain the pond.

[last lines]

Joseph 'Jacknife' Megessey: I bet we would have had a horrible time at the goddamn prom.

Martha: We would have left early.

Joseph 'Jacknife' Megessey: We would have gone some place fancy for dinner.

Martha: No, I doubt we would have been hungry.

Joseph 'Jacknife' Megessey: Maybe we would have driven some place. Some place quiet. Parked. Then - who knows.

Martha: Who knows.

Martha: What do you want for breakfast?

Joseph 'Jacknife' Megessey: Beer.

Martha: Beer for breakfast? Oh, that's horrible.

Joseph 'Jacknife' Megessey: Breakfast beer! Ain't you ever had a beer for breakfast? You take one sip of breakfast beer, the cobwebs go, your voice rises two octaves, and "Hey, man!" the sun comes up inside you.

Tiger: [loudly] Bye Mrs. Koerner.

Martha: [softly] Bye you little jerk.

Martha: I think my descent into insanity is characterized by the way I speak. Feeling ko, kapag todo na ang Ingles ko, wengwang na ako.

[Chuckles]

Martha: "Wengwang," what a word. It should have been my name.

Martha: Wait. All I do is wait. I am the Queen of Waiting.

Martha: Best Birthday EVER!

Martha: This isn't an ordinary crime like burglary or a holdup.

[first lines]

Storeowner: You touch, you buy.

[hocks and spits]

Storeowner: Do I know you?

Martha: [no]

Storeowner: What's your name?

Martha: I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry. It's my daughter's birthday.

Storeowner: That's an awfully long name... doll.

Martha: I can not lose another member of this family!

Lucas: I just want this whole thing to be over.

Martha: It's not about you, Lucas.

Martha: You killed them!

Cammy: Is that a slap on the wrist, or a thank you?

Martha: You were attacked.

Lucas: By who?

Martha: Me.

[last lines]

Martha: Hope? Hope? Hope?

Hope: Mommy?

Martha: I understand you were involved in sit-ins, demonstrations and all of that down there.

Claudia Ferguson: Yes.

Martha: Fantastic. You mean you sit on stools. A cat comes along and knocks you off and you just get back on it.

Claudia Ferguson: Well... I...

Martha: Messy cats! I hear they have special classes where they teach you how to take abuse. Why don't you teach me some of that damn abuse, you dirty, black bitch!

[She slaps Claudia across the face]

Martha: I am incapable of destroying your home and making unhappy another woman that loves you.

Dr. Carlos Escalante: But whom I don't love. Because I love you.

Martha: That you think now, because you think of our son. But in depth, the one you love is she. If it had been her the one that gave you a son...

Dr. Carlos Escalante: But she hasn't given me one. You're the one who has more rights. That's why I'm going to get divorced.

Alma: Did you just say you are a recent widow?

Martha: Yes.

Alma: It's only been a year for me too.

Martha: You lost your husband?

Alma: It was a freak accident,it was, unbelievable actually.

Martha: We don't have to talk about it.

Alma: He was away on business in Japan and ah, the hotel he was in caught fire. He was trapped in his room and he had to jump 5 stories. Miraculously he survived the fall, it was another man jumping from the 10th floor that landed on top of him.