Michael Fitzsimmons Quotes in Peggy Sue Got Married (1986)

Michael Fitzsimmons: So are you going to marry Mr. Blue Impala and graze around with all the other sheep for the rest of your life?

Peggy Sue: No... I already did that.

Michael Fitzsimmons: But we had heat, baby. Passion! Fire! We owe it to ourselves to fuse together, at least one more time.

Peggy Sue: Oh, that's a good line. You are gonna be a terrific writer.

Michael Fitzsimmons: You thinks so?

Peggy Sue: Yeah.

Michael Fitzsimmons: I'm going to check out of this bourgeois motel, push myself from the dinner table and say, "No more Jell-o for me, mom!"

Michael Fitzsimmons: Gilfond's okay, except that he thinks Hemingway is great literature.

Peggy Sue: And you don't?

Michael Fitzsimmons: He's a fisherman. The most overrated writer of the century. I mean, man he is the perfect American Author - fat, violent, drunk.

Peggy Sue: Maybe you're confusing his life with his work.

Michael Fitzsimmons: A writer's life is his work. Jack Kerouac doesn't have to kill a bull to have something to write about. I mean, man, he's out there burning, feeling, grooving on life.

Peggy Sue: We had one glorious night together, someday you'll remember and write about it.

Michael Fitzsimmons: Yeah, I can dig that. Bittersweet perfection. Dogs of lust on leashes of memory.

Michael Fitzsimmons: [Referring to Charlie as he's singing] The Treble Without a Cause