Meg Quotes in Coffy (1973)

Meg: Oh Mr. Vitroni, you don't have a drink.

[grabs one glass off a tray and pushes the rest onto Coffy's dress, everybody's shocked]

Coffy: It was just an accident, accidents will happen.

[leaves the room to clean up]

Arturo Vitroni: You're a very naughty girl.

Meg: It was an accident.

Arturo Vitroni: It was not an accident.

Hercules: Aren't you... a damsel in distress?

Meg: I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.

Hercules: You know, wh-when I was a kid, I-I would have given anything to be exactly like everybody else.

Meg: You wanted to be petty and dishonest?

Hercules: Everybody's not like that.

Meg: Yes, they are.

Hercules: You're not like that.

Meg: How do you know what I'm like?

Hercules: Uh, so how'd you get stuck with the...

Meg: Pinhead with hooves? Well, you know how men are. They think "No" means "Yes" and "Get lost" means "Take me, I'm yours."

[Hercules doesn't understand]

Meg: Don't worry, maybe Shorty here can explain it to ya.

Hercules: Meg, when I'm with you, I-I don't feel so alone.

Meg: Sometimes it's better to be alone.

Hercules: What do you mean?

Meg: Nobody can hurt you.

Panic: "Hercules." Why does that name ring a bell?

Pain: I don't know. Um, maybe we owe him money?

Hades: What-was-that-name-again?

Meg: Hercules.

Panic: Wait, wasn't Hercules the name of that kid we were supposed to...?

Pain, Panic: Oh, my Gods!

[they run, Hades seizes them]

Hades: So you took care of him, huh? "Dead as a doornail." Weren't those your *exact* words?

Pain: This might be a different Hercules.

Panic: Yeah. I mean, Hercules is a very popular name nowadays.

Pain: Remember, like, a few years ago, every other boy was named Jason, and the girls were all named Brittany?

Meg: Megaera. My friends call me Meg. At least they would if I had any friends. So did they give you a name along with all those rippling pectorals?

Meg: [singing] If there's a prize for rotten judgment/ I guess I've already won that/ No man is worth the aggravation/ That's ancient history, been there, done that!

Meg: I'm a big tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.

Hercules: [as she lies dying] Meg, why did you... You didn't have to...

Meg: People do crazy things... when they're in love.

Meg: Is Wonderboy here for real?

Phil: What are you talkin' about? Of course he's real.

[gets a proper look at her]

Phil: Whoa! And by the way, sweet cheeks... I'm real, too.

Meg: I've done my part. Get your little imps...

Hades: They couldn't handle him as a baby. I need somebody who can... handle him as a man.

Meg: Hey, I've sworn off manhandling.

Hades: Well, you know, that's good because that's what got you into this jam in the first place, isn't it? You sold your soul to me to save your boyfriend's life. And how does this creep thank you? By running off with some babe. He hurt you real bad, didn't he, Meg? Huh?

Meg: Look, I learned my lesson, okay?

Hades: Which is exactly why I got a feelin' you're gonna leap at my new offer. You give me the key to bringing down Wonder Breath, and I give you the thing that you crave most in the entire cosmos: your freedom.

Meg: Thanks for everything, Herc. It's been a real slice.

Hades: I'm sorry. You mind runnin' that by me again? I must have had a chunk of brimstone wedged in my ear or something...

Meg: Then read my lips - forget it!

Hades: Meg, Meg, Meg, my sweet deluded little minion. Aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy, but ever so crucial little, tiny detail?

[Hades explodes into flames]

Hades: [shouts] I own you!

Meg: Think your nanny goat would go berserk if you played hooky this afternoon?

Hercules: Oh gee, I don't know. Phil has the rest of the day pretty much booked.

Meg: Aw, Phil, Schmil. Just follow me, out the window, round the dumbells, you lift up the back wall and we're gone.

Meg: [singing] Ohhhhh, at least out loud I won't say I'm in love.

Hades: If I say I want Wonder Boy's head on a platter, you say...?

Meg: [without much enthusiasm] Medium or well done?

Meg: He comes on with his big, innocent farm boy routine, but I could see through that in a Peloponnesian minute.

Hercules: Uh, uh, uh, I'm, um, uh, uh, uh...

Meg: Are you always this articulate?

Hercules: Hercules. My... my name is Hercules.

Meg: Herc... huh. I think I prefer Wonderboy.

Meg: Hercules! Thank goodness.

Hercules: Wha-Wha-What's wrong?

Meg: Oh! Outside of town. Two little boys! Th-They were playing in the gorge! Th-There was this rock slide, a terrible rock slide! They're trapped!

Hercules: Kids? Trapped? Phil, this is great!

Meg: You're really choked up about this, aren't ya?

Hades: Meg, listen. Do you hear that sound? It's the sound of your freedom, fluttering away, *forever*!

Meg: I don't care, I'm not going to help you hurt him!

Hades: [sighs] I can't believe you're getting all worked up over some "guy."

Meg: This one is different. He's strong, he's caring, he would never do anything to hurt me...

Hades: He's a guy!

Meg: [smugly] Besides, O Oneness, you *can't* beat him. He has no weaknesses! He...

[she turns and sees Hades smiling slyly at her]

Hades: I think he does, Meg.

[envelops her in his arm]

Hades: I truly think he does.

Meg: [after Hercules accidentally breaks the arms off a statue of Venus] It looks better that way. No, it really does.

Hades: Meg, my little flower, my little bird, my little *nut*-Meg. What exactly happened here? I thought you were gonna persuade the river guardian to join my team for the uprising and here I am sort of... river-guardian-less.

Meg: Look, I gave it my best shot, but he made me an offer I had to refuse.

Meg: Phil! Phil, Hercules needs your help.

Phil: What does he need me for when he's got friends like you?

Meg: He won't listen to me.

Phil: Good! He's finally learned something.

Meg: Look, I know what I did was wrong, but this isn't about me, it's about *him*. If you don't help him now, Phil, he'll die.

Meg: [Hercules starts toward the Cyclops] What are you doing? Without your strength, you'll be killed!

Hercules: There are worse things.

Hercules: I didn't know that playing hooky could be so much fun!

Meg: Yeah, neither did I.

[after Hercules is mobbed by fan girls]

Meg: It's all right. The sea of raging hormones has ebbed.

[Meg encounters a rabbit and a gopher in the woods]

Meg: Aw, how cute. A couple of rodents lookin' for a theme park.

Pain: [as rabbit] Who are you callin' a rodent, sister? I'm a bunny.

Panic: [as chipmunk] A-And I'm his gopher.

[getting off of Pegasus after riding]

Meg: I'll be fine. Just get me down before I ruin the upholstery.

[seeing Hercules hiding from fans behind a curtain]

Meg: Let's see. What could be behind curtain number one?

Meg: Bye-bye, Wonderboy...

Meg: I'm going to wash my hair and puke.

Michael: Puke first.

[about men]

Meg: They're either married or gay. And if they're not gay, they've just broken up with the most wonderful woman in the world, or they've just broken up with a bitch who looks exactly like me. They're in transition from a monogamous relationship and they need more space. Or they're tired of space, but they just can't commit. Or they want to commit, but they're afraid to get close. They want to get close, you don't want to get near them.

[about getting pregnant]

Sarah: It doesn't always happen the first time.

Meg: That's not what they told us in high school.

Meg: The last time I spoke with Alex, we had a fight. I yelled at him.

Nick: That's probably why he killed himself... What was the argument about?

Meg: I told him he was wasting his life.

Meg: I've been taking my temperature and I know I'm ovulating right now. The ground is ready, I just need someone to plant the seed.

Sarah: Yeah, but who's going to be the lucky farmer?

Sam Weber: In Hollywood, I don't know who to trust. I don't know who likes me or why they even do like me.

Harold Cooper: Well you don't have that problem here.

[Sam smiles]

Harold Cooper: You know I don't like you.

Michael: Me neither.

Meg: Ditto.

[Gets up and leaves the room]

Harold Cooper: So relax.

Sam Weber: [Rolls over on the floor, on his back, and pulls off one of his boots] Assholes.

Meg: It's a cold world out there. Sometimes I feel like I'm getting a little frosty myself.

Meg: [sitting in Nick's lap] I didnt' get a chance to talk to you before; you got me stoned too quick. But I'm OK now. I'm just drunk and therefore brave.

Nick: I've always been a cowardly drunk myself.

Meg: Maybe it's a sign from God that I should reconsider. Too bad I'm an atheist.

Meg: I feel shitty about ten different ways tonight.

Rick: [after seeing Brent vandalize Fred's car] Take it easy, okay? Relax!

Brent: No! YOU take it easy! You think you can just come into my club and take my girl, and get away with it? No. Not tonight, buddy. Fuck, no! You're not gonna get away with it! NEVER! EVER!

Meg: [appears with Paige] Brent?

Brent: Mother? What are you doing here?

Fred: Wait wait wait. Aunt Meg is your mom?

Brent: [to Meg] How does he know your name?

Meg: Well, we, uh...

Brent: [shocked] What? No. No. No. No. Are you telling me that this 40-hour-a-week motherfucking soccer dad took my girl, and his flabby asshole... my MOTHER?

Fred: No! No, no, no! I didn't have sex with your mom! All I did was fake chow her! All right?

Rick: It's true!

Brent: [drops his crowbar] That's it. You two are dead men!

[pulls out a gun]

Fred: WHOA! HE'S GOT A GUN!

Meg: Brent, where did you get that?

Brent: Grandpa's closet!

Heather: I'm Heather.

Meg: I'm Meg. Your bath is ready, Sir James.

Sir James: Thank you.

Heather: At the end of the passage.

Sir James: Very kind of you.

Heather: Let us help you out of your dirties.

Sir James: I think, I can manage.

Meg: We always helped Daddy.

Jack: Well, Nikola Tesla invented fluorescent light. Without him we wouldn't have alternating current, radio, television... x-ray technology... induction motors, particle beams, lasers; none of that would even exist if it weren't for him.

Meg: [sarcastically] Hmm, or the rock band Tesla.

Jack: [visibly dispirited] Funny.

Emma: I hate this uniform, it makes me look 14.

Meg: You are 14.

Emma: Exactly.

Meg: The other day, I'll have you know, a young man... tried to pick me up

Nick: That doesn't surprise me... You're hot.

Meg: Thank you

Nick: Hot, but cold.

Meg: So that's why men write. To get women?

Nathan Meyerwitz: That's why men do *everything*.

Nathan Meyerwitz: The world isn't always polite, or didn't they teach that to you over at UCLA?

Meg: I must have missed that class. You obviously didn't miss the one on condescension.

Nathan Meyerwitz: I actually majored in that.

Meg: The world isn't always polite, or didn't they teach that to you at Berkeley?

Meg: Do you know something about machinery?

Inspector Jacques Clouseau: I don't know something about machinery, I know everything about machinery.

Meg: [on loudspeaker] Get out of my house!

Sarah: Say fuck!

Meg: [on loud speaker] FUCK!

Sarah: Mom! "Get the fuck out of my house"!

Meg: [on loudspeaker] Get the FUCK out of my house!

Meg: [Meg gives a goodnight kiss to Sarah] It's disgusting how much I love you.

Sarah: Tell me about it.

Meg: Is that Morse Code?

Sarah: No, SOS.

Meg: Where did you learn that?

Sarah: Titanic!

Meg: He'll do something.

Sarah: No he won't.

Meg: He'll call the police.

Sarah: You don't know her, mom. She won't let him.

Meg: No, he knows there is trouble. He heard me. He's right across the park. That's why we got houses so close to each other. Just in case we needed each other. He'll help us!

Sarah: He won't.

Meg: [yells] Yes he will!

[pauses]

Meg: I'm sorry.

Sarah: No, I'm sorry. I was trying not to tell you.

Meg: What?

Sarah: I'm dizzy and hungry.

[after being told about panic room]

Meg: This whole thing makes me nervous.

Lydia Lynch: Why?

Meg: Ever read any Poe?

Lydia Lynch: No, but I loved her last album!

Sarah: Are you okay?

Meg: Yeah.

Sarah: Small space?

Meg: I'm okay.

Sarah: You can't wig out.

Meg: I know.

Sarah: I mean it.

Meg: I won't.

Sarah: You know, people never get buried alive anymore. I guess it used to happen all the time.

Meg: Really?

Sarah: Yeah, I read that.

Meg: And when did this happen all the time?

Sarah: 20, 30 years ago.

Meg: What are they doing now?

Sarah: I don't know.

Officer Keeney: You don't look so good, ma'am.

Meg: And you, Officer Keeney, don't look so hot yourself.

Meg: Hey. Enough. Mind the pizza?

Sarah: What do you mean?

Meg: Our first night. I should've thought of something special.

Sarah: I like pizza.

Sarah: Fuck him.

Meg: Don't.

Sarah: Fuck her, too.

Meg: I agree. But don't.

Meg: Open the door so I can give her the shot.

Burnham: If we open the door you'll shoot us!

Meg: So give her the shot yourself!

[after Meg set the propane gas on fire scene]

Meg: [to Sarah] Are you okay?

Sarah: [nods]

Meg: [scolding] Promise me you will never do *ANYTHING* like that.

Sarah: [nods] I won't.

Meg: [Sarah is riding her scooter alongside her mother] Sarah, do you have to ride that here?

Sarah: Mom, we're in the street.

Sarah: [Meg and Sarah are in the elevator trying to escape] What's going on?

Meg: People. In the house.

[Meg to Stephen's girlfriend]

Meg: Put him on the phone, bitch!

Meg: If we stay calm everything will be fine, okay? Just stay calm.

Sarah: You're making me nervous.

Meg: I'm sorry.

Sarah: What is it?

Meg: It's bad!

Stephen Altman: Meg, why are we doing this?

Meg: Because that's what its going to come to.

Lydia Lynch: [First Lines] I wrote it all down: 4,200 square feet, four floors. Perfect. Courtyard in back, south-facing garden. Perfect.

Meg: Shouldn't we just wait for the car service?

Lydia Lynch: No, we'll sit in traffic forever.

Meg: Is that the listing sheet?

Lydia Lynch: There is no listing sheet. I heard about it this morning. It'll be gone by this afternoon.

Meg: Well, how many more after this one.

Lydia Lynch: None. You know how tight the market is.

[Meg grabs a lighter as the panic room beings to fill up with gas]

Sarah: Mom

Sarah: Just a sec

Meg: MOM

Sarah: Get under this

[Meg throws a fire blanket to Sarah]

Meg: OH MY GOD

Sonny: How's the husband, Meg?

Meg: Oh, well, I've traded that old dud in for a new one... since I've seen you.

Raychel: Are you high?

Meg: High?

Raychel: Yeah, high.

Meg: Huh?

Raychel: You're looking a little fucked up to me right now babe.

Meg: Oh, no, I'm not fucked up. You see, I've been fucked up, but this is definitely not fucked up.

Raychel: What are you on?

Meg: What am I on? It's just two glasses of wine and a couple of valium. You want some?

Raychel: Valium? Who the fuck takes valium anymore?

Kate: I look so fat ugly and stupid in all those pictures.

Meg: Fat? Are you kidding me? You're like the poster child for thin people.

[holding up a bottle of wine]

Kate: Grape juice?

Meg: Are we allowed to have that?

Kate: It's medicinal.

Raychel: I can't figure you out.

Meg: Why not?

Raychel: Cause your like shy, but you're outgoing. You're insecure but your conceited. Then some things you're totally clueless and other things you get in like two fucking seconds. So I'm confused.

Meg: Is that supposed to be a compliment?

Raychel: See, now you're like dissed but also flattered.

Meg: What part didn't you understand, "little prick" or "fuck off"?

Meg: I wish I didn't have to make the scene with that plane tonight. I wish I never had to go back East. I wish I wish...

Stan Hess: Hey hey play it cool chick, like play it like cool. You got to go, everybody's got to move. I mean we can't stand still and wait for the next mushroom cloud now you dig.

Meg: Crazy, but as soon as I cut out you'll forget me.

Stan Hess: Oh Meg you're the most, but there's no tomorrow not while the sky grooves radiation gumdrops, man you got to live for kicks, right here and know that's all there is.

Meg: You know in all the months I've know you you never even held my hand.

Stan Hess: The love and marriage bit I put that down. That's for the Rat Race and the squares, Schopenhauer says and I agree with him, lovers are traitors who seek to perpetuate the whole want and druggery of life... That cat Schopenhauer also says that this world which is so real with all it's sunsets and milky ways is nothing.

Meg: It's the only world we got.

Stan Hess: Crazy.

Jo March: [uncovers John's eyes] Surprise!

Marmee: John. You have a daughter.

Hannah: And a son.

[Marmee and Hannah hands the twins to John]

Meg: Oh, Marmee, I can't believe you did this four times.

John Brooke: Yes, but never two at once, my darling.

Laurie: Fellow artists, may I present myself as an actor, a musician, and a loyal and very humble servant of the club.

Jo March: We'll be the judge of that.

Laurie: In token of my gratitude and as a means of promoting communication between adjoining nations, shouting from windows being forbidden, I shall provide a post office in our hedge, to further incourage the bearing of our souls and the telling of our most appalling secrets. I do pledge never to reveal what I recieve in confindence here.

Meg: Well, then. Do take your place Rodrigo.

Jo March: Sir Rodrigo.

Meg: Have you heard from the professor?

Jo: No. No, we did not part well.

Meg: Well, John and I don't always agree but then we mend it.

[Meg has twisted her ankle and Laurie took her home in his carriage]

Amy: He put snow on your ankle? With his own hands?

Marmee: I won't have my girls being silly about boys. To bed! Jo dear.

Amy: Everything lovely happens to Meg.

Meg: [Sarcastically] Oh yes, indeed.

Jo: Imagine, giving up Italy to come live with that awful old man.

Meg: [Meg tsks] Oh Jo, please don't say awful; it's slang.

Younger Amy March: [Jo is curling Meg's hair] What's that smell? Like burnt feathers.

Jo: Aaahh!

Meg: You've ruined me!

Marmee: I fear you would have a long engagement, three or four years. John must secure a house before you can marry and do his service to the union.

Jo: John? Marry? You mean that poky old Mr Brooke? How did he weasel his way into this family?

Marmee: Jo! Mr Brooke has been very kind to visit father in the hospital every day.

Jo: He's dull as powder Meg, can't you at least marry someone amusing?

Meg: I'm fond of John, he's kind and serious and I'm not afraid of being poor.

Jo: Marmee, you can't just let her go and marry him.

Meg: I'd hardly just go and marry anyone.

Marmee: I would rather Meg marry for love and be a poor man's wife than marry for riches and lose her self-respect.

Meg: So, you don't mind that John is poor.

Marmee: No, but I'd rather he have a house.

Jo: Why must we marry at all? Why can't things just stay as they are?

Marmee: It's just a proposal, nothing can be decided on. Now girls? Don't spoil the day.

Jo: Meg? John Brooke stole your glove.

Meg: Which glove? Not my white one.

Jo: Laurie says he keeps it in his pocket. Hannah, don't you think he ought to give it back?

Hannah: It isn't what I think that matters.

Laurie: Meg?

Meg: Please don't tell Jo how I've behaved.

Laurie: As long as you won't tell anyone how I've behaved.

Meg: I was just playing a part. To see what it felt like to be Belle Gardiner with four proposals and 20 pairs of gloves.

Laurie: You're worth ten of those girls.

Boston Matron: Did you see the way that March girl has gone after the Laurence heir?

Boston Matron: Best thing that could happen to the Marches.

Meg: This ridiculous dress, I've been tripping over it all night.

Laurie: Tie something around your neck where it can do you some good.

Meg: The freak's a teacher? Come on!

Chuck Norstadt: I think he is actually.

Meg: Well what does he teach?

Chuck Norstadt: He makes me dig holes.

Meg: Two days. I need you to show me that you can handle this, honey. Tough times never last, tough people do, remember? Tough.

Meg: Isn't it odd how women of our age, suddenly start looking for beauty in our male partners? But, I suppose after you've been married to that elderly invalid for 20 years...

Karen Stone: I loved Tom Stone.

Meg: Oh, did you? Everyone thought you married him to avoid...

Karen Stone: What?

Meg: Love. I think you depended on him. But, that's different. Anyway, now he's dead, what have you got to fall back on, except for his filthy millions?

Meg: Of all the people in Italy, why did you have to pick on that bunch? Oh, the young ones are pretty, of course, and I'm told they make love very nicely. But, is that enough to ask of a whole human society?

Meg: Is this yourself? Or, rather, what you've become. A figure of fun. The stock character of a middle aged woman, crazily infatuated with a succession of young boys!

Meg: Do you want to talk about it?

Karen Stone: There's really nothing to say; except, I should have learned my lesson the first time I tried to play Shakespeare.

Meg: Oh, Karen, there isn't anybody who ever knew you and who ever loved you...

Karen Stone: Who are these people who love me? I want names.

Meg: I can give you thousands. You represented...

Karen Stone: Various parts. Parts in the theater. Never, ever, myself.

[after looking over her poem]

Auster: Okay... you tell me.

Meg: I don't know.

Auster: Why not? Are you afraid I'm going to tell you your work stinks?

Meg: Does it?

Auster: What do you think?

Meg: Probably. I don't know.

Auster: Come back when you do.

[rises, starts to leave]

Meg: It doesn't stink. There's a line that I like.

Auster: Which one?

Meg: "Lost leaves spin past the glass, but the trees don't go. They stay by my window."

Auster: What about the rest of it?

Meg: I could go deeper.

Auster: Good for you.

Lily Bedford: What are you Brian?

Brian: I am I am

Lily Bedford: It's nice

Meg: It stinks, I'm the best fruit in the class

Lily Bedford: Yeh but your mother helped you, Ruth Marie told me and we were supposed to do it our selves

Meg: Well you had to make your's yourself, your mothers dead, her mother's dead

Lily Bedford: Shut up, I don't need a mom

Meg: Get off me, you big baby

Meg: If she were any quieter, she'd be dead!

Allan: I don't believe in ghosts.

Meg: Don't worry, you will.

Meg: What have you come back for?

Sam: For you. For you, Meg.

Meg: Why did you leave?

Sam: I couldn't stay. I felt like drowning.

[last lines]

Meg: Sam!

Henryette Alcott: [Referring to the plunging neckline on her dress] Meg, you don't think it's cut too low, do you?

Meg: [Sarcastically] It'll never choke you to death.