Millie Quotes in Jumper (2008)

Millie: If you don't want to tell me everything, that's fine. Just don't lie to me.

[last lines]

David Rice: Where do you want to go?

Millie: Surprise me.

David Rice: You speak Italian?

Millie: No.

David Rice: [translate sign] Well, uh, l'ingresso means "come on in."

Millie: Oh! I thought it meant "bullshit."

[after Cole jumps through a window with Johnny]

Millie: I love you, Johnny!

Johnny Deverell: [winded] I love you too... ugh...

Jack Cole: I love you too. I hate this job.

[after Bruno turned into a mouse as the meeting ends]

Miss Eva Ernst: Any questions?

Millie: Madam, what would happen if one of the chocolates we give away was accidentally eaten by a grown-up?

Miss Eva Ernst: [chuckles uncaringly] Then that's just too bad for ze grown-up.

Grand High Witch: Formula 86: My greatest triumph. A work of... genius. Formula 86! In this bottle, 500 doses, with a delay mechanism that prevents it from working until two hours after it has been taken.

[laughs]

Millie: What does it do... Genius One?

Grand High Witch: One dose, and the time works to the second. But more than five doses breaks the delay barrier, and the formula works instantly. Child... starts to shrink. The child... starts to... grow fur. Starts... growing a tail! All this happens in precisely twenty-five seconds! Shrinking more... child is no longer a child.

[chuckles]

Grand High Witch: Child... is a MOUSE!

Millie: You're okay with your girlfriend screwing, like, 15 different guys every day and getting paid to do it?

Edward: Oh, my job sucks too.

Annie Savoy: Right, honey, let's get down to it. How was Ebby Calvin LaLoosh?

Millie: Well, he fucks like he pitches - sorta all over the place.

Millie: [Annie is fitting Millie in her wedding dress] Annie... do you think I deserve to wear white?

Annie Savoy: Honey, we all deserve to wear white.

Skip: Don't take this the wrong way Millie, but if I catch you in here again I'll ban you from the ballpark.

Millie: You can't ban me from the ballpark because my daddy donated the scoreboard.

Skip: What do we need a scoreboard for? We haven't scored any runs all season.

Teddy Cullinane: [broadcasting on the radio] I've never seen Crash so angry. And frankly, sports fans, he used a word that's a no-no with umpires.

Millie: [Annie snaps off the radio] Crash must've called the guy a cocksucker.

Annie: Mmmmm. How romantic.

Annie Savoy: [after Millie received the note from Crash to Annie] OK, what does it say?

Millie: It says, "I want to make love to you."

Annie Savoy: Oh my!

[Annie turns to look at Crash through the binoculars]

Millie: Oh, wait a minute, don't tell me who you are.

John: No, I'm not.

Millie: Oh, you are.

John: I'm not.

Millie: Oh, you are, I know you are.

John: I'm not, no.

Millie: You look just like him.

John: Do I? You're the first one that's said that ever.

Millie: [motions to the mirror] Yes, you do. Look.

John: No, my eyes are lighter. The nose.

Millie: Oh, your nose is very.

John: Is it?

Millie: I would have said so.

John: Oh, you know him better, though.

Millie: I do not! He's only a casual acquaintance.

John: That's what you say.

Millie: What have you heard?

John: [leans in, lowers his voice] It's all over the place.

Millie: Is it? Is it really?

John: Mmm, but I wouldn't have it. I stuck up for you.

Millie: I knew I could rely on you.

John: Thanks.

Millie: [puts on her glasses] You don't look like him at all.

[John walks away, pouting]

John: [to himself] She looks more like him than I do.

Millie: What's the matter with you two blokes? I've seen zombies at the flickers looking 'appier than you two.

Cpl. Clark: Ours is not to reason why. Ours but to do or die.

Millie: That's cute!

Millie: U.S. That's cute. Monogrammed blankets.

George: [yelling over the truth of why the kids really brought George to the lake] You're a fuckin' lying son of a bitch, Sam! All right? And I hope you fuckin' go to hell.

Millie: Don't make things worse, George...

George: Shut the fuck up, Millie, you fucking stupid JAP cunt.

Clyde: Sit down, George, you're out of control.

George: Shut the fuck up, Clyde! You faggot! Fucking skinny butt-munching faggot. I hate you! You know that? I really do. 'Cause all you do is fuckin' prance around school talkin' about your fuckin' faggoty fairy fathers. I'll tell you what! I don't wanna hear about your fuckin' fathers and how their assholes work, all right? It makes me sick! And I - I - I fuckin' hope they fuckin' die of fag disease! Yeah.

[pause]

George: And, and speaking of... dead... fathers... I just remembered why bonehead white-trash fuckin' donkey-dick Marty got so fuckin' freaked when I started talkin' about his "daddy." His Neanderthal, drunk dad put a gun in his mouth and splattered his brains all over the wall.

[pause]

George: You know, I almost forgot that my mom told me that. She said, "His daddy splattered his brains all over the wall." I thought it was sad at first, but now? I like it.

[chanting]

George: His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall. His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall!...

Millie: [to Sam] If you could snap your fingers right now and he would drop dead in his tracks, would you do it?

Millie: We'll never be forgiven for what we did.

Sam: You didn't do anything.

Millie: [crying] I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here.

Millie: Sam, what's going on here with George?

Sam: Oh, it's nothing bad. It's just a joke.

Millie: What kind of joke?

Sam: Well, we are planning on stripping him, throwing him in the river, and then we are gonna make him run home naked. We have a plan and it involves a dare.

Millie: A dare?

Sam: Yeah. See, the only reason I didn't tell you before...

[Sam gets interrupted by Millie]

Millie: Who said I wanted to be a part of this?

Sam: What about this?

[Sam snaps his fingers]

Millie: What's that?

Sam: If you could snap your fingers right now, and he would drop dead in his tracks, would you do it?

Millie: It's totally mean, Sam.

Sam: He's mean.

Millie: He's a stupid fat kid. He's got problems, but he's obviously... Promise me you won't do anything to him.

Sam: It's not just me.

Millie: Promise me or I go back to the car.

Sam: All right, I promise. I'll tell Rocky.

Marty: What do you guys say we play some Truth or Dare?

George: Yeah. Yeah, I love that game.

Marty: Okay, let's do it.

Millie: No, let's not. People's feelings always end up hurt when we play this game.

Sam: Yeah, she's right.

George: God, Sam and Millie are a couple of little wet pussies, aren't they?

Marty: Clyde, do you wanna start?

Clyde: I dunno. I'm kind of with Sam and Millie on this one.

George: [pointing with his finger] Pussy number one, pussy number two, pussy number three.

Millie: Go ahead, Clyde. Start the game.

[George turns the camera on Millie]

George: Have you ever been stoned, Millie?

Millie: [smirks] Will you please get that out of my face?

George: [George takes off his shoes and socks, before wadding into the water] Hey, you know I have athlete's foot?

[puts his foot in Millie's face]

Millie: [pushes George's foot away, and runs off] You are so disgusting!

Marty: Hey, you guys ever hear when Rocky and I were kicking out here? We got some poison oak on our hands.

Rocky: This is a disgusting story.

Marty: Anyway, so we're out here and we got some poison oak on our hands. With all the beers we were drinkin' naturally we had to take a piss. Now I don't know if you're hip, Millie, but when a guy pisses he has to hold his pisser in his hands like so.

[Marty turns around to face Millie and uses both hands to hold a huge imaginary penis]

Millie: Thanks, Marty.

Marty: No, I'm not finished yet. Next morning when we woke up we both had totally chapped rashin' nuts!

Millie: Fuck you!

Sam: Hey, fuck you!

Millie: No! Fuck you!

Clyde: If anything, it's a beautiful day.

George: It smells like cherry blossoms.

Millie: How do you know what cherry blossoms smell like?

George: I know what they smell like!

Rocky: Does anybody really know what a cherry blossom is?

George: Duh, it's a blossom on a cherry.

Rocky: I don't know. I thought it was a blossom all on it's own. What do you think, Marty?

Marty: I think I'm bored as fuck.

Millie: I don't wanna be here!

Millie: We can never be forgiven for what we did.

Millie: Oh shit. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Wake up. Wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up! God, wake up!

Millie: What I'd give for a sink full of dirty dishes.

Millie: I'm a tall weed in the grass and the grapevines bloomin'.

Millie: Here's the mustard, ma'am.

Jenny Hall: You'll be the death of me with your slumness. Here you let me take the gentleman's supper and forget the mustard. And him wanting to be left alone!

Millie: I do think it's a bit thick carrying your implements back and forth with you Mrs Muggins. Can't say it adds to people's respect for us either.

Agnes: She's quite right Ella - there is no need to advertise that we're cleaning ladies.

Ella Muggins: Stop it you two. To do my job properly I need the proper tools. In the second place, are you suggesting that we're doing work that we ought to be ashamed off? I'm proud of my profession, I am - that's why I'm right at the top: cleaning out the office of the head of the firm...