Meredith Merridew Quotes in Theater of Blood (1973)

Meredith Merridew: I wonder if you'd look after Georgie? She gets so nervous in committee.

Horace Sprout: Take that revolting animal away from me!

Meredith Merridew: But darling you, they're not going to start killing critics for giving bad notices are they?

Inspector Boot: Well, why not? A play fails; directors, writers, actors... careers ruined. Plenty of motivation there, I should think.

Miss Chloe Moon: Take me home, I think I'm going to be ill.

Meredith Merridew: Oh my God!

[looks at his dogs]

Meredith Merridew: I think Georgina's going to faint!

Meredith Merridew: Where could my doggies have got to?

Edward Lionheart: Why, there they are both, baked in that pie. Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.

[Lionheart is force-feeding Merridew his poodles]

Edward Lionheart: Will you ever again ruin the reputation of an honest man?

Meredith Merridew: No.

Edward Lionheart: Have you learned your lesson?

Meredith Merridew: Yes.

Edward Lionheart: Can I be sure you will never again offend me?

Meredith Merridew: Yes.

Edward Lionheart: You're right. I can be sure.

[quoting Romeo and Juliet]

Edward Lionheart: Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

Peregrine Devlin: Lionheart! What the hell do you want here?

Edward Lionheart: [picking up the best actor award] This. My just reward. The whole world knows it is mine by right. But you deliberately withheld it from me. You deliberately humiliated me in front of the press, my public and my peers. It was the culmination of your determined denial of my genius!

Peregrine Devlin: We denied you nothing...

Edward Lionheart: For thirty years, the public has acknowledged that I was the master. And that, this year, my season of Shakespeare was the shining jewel in the crown of the immortal Bard.

Meredith Merridew: [sotto voce, to Chloe Moon] Quite insane!

Miss Chloe Moon: [sotto voce, to Meredith Merridew] He must be drunk.

Edward Lionheart: But you, with your overweening malice, give the award to a twitching, mumbling boy who can barely grunt his way through an incomprehensible performance! No. No! It is mine!