Martine Quotes in Kickboxer 3: The Art of War (1992)

Martine: It's you I want, you. Next week you'll die.

[giving advice to Stéphane in a ski dream]

Serge: Stéphane, talk with the heart!

Martine: Yeah, be gentle!

Guy: Fuck her!

The Young Intellectual: Mademoiselle, please. Are you familiar with Bertrand's essay? It's particularly relevant for women protesting bourgeois decadence. Even a housewife...

Martine: Sorry.

The Young Intellectual: Must be socially and politically aware.

Blake: Neil, your friends are multiplying.

Martine: Is that a pregnant joke?

Martine: Morning! Thank you. I'm happy I stayed with you.

Xavier: Yeah, but you can't stay. I'm expecting a girl... friend.

Martine: It's no big deal. Just tell her the truth. We're old friends and we didn't fuck.

Xavier: Yeah, sure.

Martine: She's your girlfriend?

Xavier: Uh... yeah.

Martine: You have a girlfriend?

Xavier: No, not really.

Martine: Is she your girlfriend or not?

Xavier: I don't have a girlfriend, I have girlfriends.

Martine: Do you have a girlfriend or not?

Xavier: I don't have one. I have lots. Is that clear?

Martine: Oh! I forgot how you were. Flip out on your own time. I'm outta here.

Xavier: Well, yeah. She's on her way. It'll be a mess. I have a life. Last night you didn't give me a chance to explain that I had to juggle things this morning.

[... ]

Xavier: Bye. I'm sorry. I was afraid you'd run into her.

Martine: I understand.

Xavier: [opens the door so Martine can leave and Kassia is on the other side] Fuck!

Kassia: Who is she?

Xavier: No one.

Martine: I'm no one. I'm no one? You have your life, I have mine. No problem! But you'll always be someone to me. Always! In anyone's presence.

[Leaves]

Martine: What have you been doing all day, clever?

Robert: This morning I worked at my garage.

Martine: Do you own it?

Robert: No, I don't.

Martine: Then why is it "my garage"?

Robert: At "the" garage. Right.

Martine: You're not listening. How do you know it's a garage? Are you sure the word isn't "swimming-pool" or "hotel"?

Robert: I suppose it could be.

Martine: Exactly. How do things get particular names?

Robert: They're given them.

Martine: Who by?

Agnès Dumont: I can't undress in front of all those people.

Martine: Nobody's forcing you.

Agnès Dumont: What was it like the first time?

Martine: Until you show your breasts, it's not hard. Then you just try to think about something else.

Agnès Dumont: I'll try.

Martine: At least a striptease is honest. You're paid to show your backside, they pay to see it. Everyone's happy. No hypocrisy.

Marie-Luce: He said my thighs weren't bad.

Martine: He was wrong.

Marie-Luce: What's the rest? Chopped liver?

Madame de Volanges: Cecile! Martine!

Martine: Yes, Madame?

Madame de Volanges: Where is Cecile?

Martine: [nervously] Cecile? She's... she... she has...

Madame de Volanges: Where is she?

[Martine can't form an answer; Volanges, unable to find Cecile, rings for José]

Madame de Volanges: José, have you been at your post all night?

José: Yes, madame.

Madame de Volanges: Has anyone come in?

José: No, Madame.

Madame de Volanges: Martine?

Martine: [fearfully] Yes, Madame?

Madame de Volanges: Did she go and see that music teacher?

Martine: [hysterically] I don't know, Madame. She doesn't talk to me anymore. She only talks to Madame de Merteuil now. And she... she...

[Volanges turns to leave, Martine faints]

[first lines]

Martine: [interrupting heavy making out] Listen, um. I had a great time sitting next to you on the plane.

[last lines]

Martine: If you ever come to New York, or if Kolt is interested in RISD...

Julie: This is probably the last you'll be hearing from anybody in this family. Good luck with your film.

Brett Hanson: Look at it this way, it can always get worse.

Martine: Yeah well, I don't really think so.

Brett Hanson: Give it time.

Martine: You been married? Have you been?

Brett Hanson: Are you interviewing for the job? Cuz you're a little young.

Brett Hanson: [about May] She wasn't afraid - of me, maybe anything.

Gordy: Shit, everyone's afraid of me. I never hurt a flea.

Martine: I'm not afraid of you, I get annoyed.

Gordy: I think it would go away, because it wouldn't be like this obsession thing...

Martine: So it's like an obsession thing. You touch me and it goes away? Why is that?

Gordy: The mystery's gone.

[Brett puts a letter in the mailbox]

Gordy: Now that's a sort of thing an ex murderer does. He mails a ransom note in the pouring rain.

Martine: I like him.

[first lines]

Martine: I'm not sure I know how it began. But in the midst of a life that I now barely remember, in the midst of those now-forgotten New York days and nights, something happened. I believe it's all true. But it started with a dream.

Martine: [from her letter] Write a letter to the dead, write it for the dead to read. Oh the dead have swum too far, they have swum beyond the sea. Take the letter in your hand, make a fold and make a fold. Make it into a little boat, place a candle in the hold. Let the paper boat float on, where the river meets the sea. That is where my heart belongs, that is where I long to be. Every candle is a star, every boat floats out to sea. Which I think is not too far, and that is where I long to be. And that is where I long to be.

Martine: [Tyrone reading her letter] Write a letter to the dead, write it for the dead to read. Oh the dead have swum too far, they have swum beyond the sea. Take the letter in your hand, make a fold and make a fold. Make it into a little boat, place a candle in the hold. Let the paper boat float on, where the river meets the sea. That is where my heart belongs, that is where I long to be. Every candle is a star, every boat floats out to sea. Which I think is not too far, and that is where I long to be. And that is where I long to be.

[last lines]

Martine: [from her letter] And I heard now for the first time the silver breath of wind and the ash tree whispering above me, as I saw the shadows of the slender leaves tremble against the skin on my leg; high up where the skirt was raised above the knee. The shadows of the leaves felt sweet on my skin, and I watched their soft movements touching me. I felt the shadows across my skin and I watched. Love Martine.