Milly Quotes in Bellflower (2011)

Milly: Dude, it's like a James Bond car for drunks!

Jess: Lots of people are bald.

Milly: Oh, men are bald, Jess. Babies. ET. Not me.

Miranda: I just pureed some vegetables.

Milly: So did I.

[points to her puke pot]

Milly: Care to try some?

Milly: I think he has a hot-dog with a bun!

Milly: See that's the fun of the Tuna Pasta Toss. Because it's fun and it's easy. And when you're cooking for one, it's really important to look forward to the end result. You know?

Johnny: What if you want to make it for two?

Milly: It's a little bit more complicated, but I think it can be done. Um... I see some of you have already gone ahead and added your carrots and your pickled relish and remember that some people like dill.

Johnny: Even before I met you I had an instinct about you. Once I saw you were a woman with profound static cling I wanted to be that force around you.

Milly: Personally I love dill. I think it's not used enough and very underated, sorta like mayonaisse and I also really love olive oil for tuna.

Johnny: I love that when I breathe you in you smell like cake batter. And I love that you have this insane way of talking in circles that makes perfect sense.

Milly: [shocked] I do? Cause sometimes I feel like nobody understands me. But...

Johnny: Me. I get you.

Cooking Class Student: That's wonderful, but you know my bladder is about to pop.

Johnny: Can you hold it for a minute?

Cooking Class Student: [shrugs]

Milly: [laughs nervously] I'm sorry, I'm sorry guys. Where were we? With the tuna pasta and the tuna noodle doodles. And the tuna sandwhiches, tuna...

Johnny: [takes Milly into his arms] I love your eyes. I even love... your mother.

Milly: [smiles. Kisses Johnny. Rest of class pairs off and kisses as well]

[from trailer]

Daphne Wilder: What are you gonna do with your hair? Maybe you oughta button these buttons, you look like you're asking for it.

Milly: I am asking for it!

Milly: [on the phone with her mother and sisters talking about the guy she's with] Only... I think he might have a hot-dog with a bun.

Daphne Wilder: [not getting it] Are you having a picnic?

Milly: You and my mom have been totally scheming. And and and and now I know exactly why she pushed me on you because she was voting for you. She found you.

Jason: Yeah but that doesn't take anything away from us. What matters is that we did meet, and how good this is between us. And the truth of that...

Milly: The truth. Where is the truth? Where is the truth, because you've been living a lie and I've been lying to you Jason.

Jason: Yeah but that doesn't change anything.

Milly: How does that not change... everything?

Jason: Because you're here. I think you already made your choice. But if it helps I'll say it. Stop seeing him. Then you and I can get closer. Close enough to spend the rest of our lives together. I knew I had you the day I met you.

Milly: How could you know something like that?

Jason: Because you were so nervous you laughed like a hyena, in that beautiful polka-dot dress of yours.

Milly: Really? I'll tell you one thing though. You did not have me the moment that we met because I'm not even sure I like the fact that your staff talked about you behind your back at the dessert table. And excuse me but truth be told I didn't like anything that you ordered for me on our first date except the calamari. And ok fine, yes, it was nice to not have to think for a change. But who wants someone that doesn't think? Look! And sometimes you laugh when I cry, and you say "huh" when I make perfect sense. And never ever in my life have I burnt a chocolate suffle until now, and that in and of itself... oh my god. Should have told me I don't feel like myself around you. And I would have decided that. A long time ago if it weren't for my mother. Because who wants someone who laughs like a hyena in a polka dot dress that my mother made me buy.

Jason: I love that dress.

Milly: Take her out.

Milly: Stuart! For ten years my sister has sat here and told me your about to commit suicide.

[opens window and gestures to it]

Milly: Well?

Stuart: [smiling] You mean she's been talking about me?

[from trailer]

Mae: Mom, why do you always wear the high tops?

Daphne Wilder: I just got these, what's wrong with these?

Maggie: There just kinda depressing.

Milly: Mom for your 60th birthday we'll buy you something beautiful, something that grandma Moses would not wear.

Milly: I'm gonna be just like you, Mom.

Maggie: Listen! You're right! I didn't handle this well. And I understand you feel betrayed! But, really, isn't some of this anger a little misplaced?

Milly: No! No, Maggie! It's placed exactly where it should be and there is plenty to go around, so don't worry, mom will be getting hers!

Adam: What do you call her?

Milly: I was thinking of some name like Hannah or Hagar or Hephzibah, picking up where your mother left off.

Adam: Hannah.

Milly: Hannah.

Adam: I got to thinking up at the cabin, about the baby. How I'd feel if someone came creeping in and carried her off. I'd string him up the nearest tree. I'd shoot him down as I would a thieving fox.

Milly: Somehow it just don't seem fittin' for a bridegroom to spend his weddin' night in a tree.

Milly: Good morning my brothers. If you're looking for your outside clothes they're hanging up drying on the line. I came in before and got them. I couldn't get your inside clothes so I'll take them now.

Benjamin: Our underwear?

Milly: You're winter underwear that you're sleeping in. You might as well hand it over because you're not gonna get your clothes or food or nothing til you get all cleaned up and shaved.

Benjamin: Where's Adam? We wanna talk to Adam.

Milly: He's out plowing, he had his breakfast over a half an hour ago. I got hot muffins waiting, crisp bacon, steak, fryer potatoes, fresh ground coffee. Now do I get that winter underwear or do I have to come in there and take it off of you?

Benjamin: Don't listen to her. She wouldn't dare.

Milly: Oh wouldn't I?

Milly: Well, it wouldn't hurt you to learn some manners, too.

Adam: What do I need manners for? I already got me a wife.

Milly: Raise your hat. What's the matter, Caleb?

Caleb: My hair ain't combed.

Milly: Say something nice, Gideon.

Gideon: Nice night for a coon hunt.

Adam: Smells good enough to eat.

Milly: Tastes good too, so they tell me.

Adam: Got any ketchup handy?

Milly: My stew can stand on its own feet.

Milly: Don't just stand there, do something!

Frank: What for? There's only three little ones!

Milly: Which one is Ephraim and which is Daniel?

Ephraim, Daniel: Me.

Milly: Y'all live around here?

Caleb: Not round, here.

Adam: This is my brother Caleb.

Milly: How are you brother Caleb?

Adam: This is Milly, my wife.

Caleb: Your wife? Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! Hey Dan, he did it, he got married!

Milly: Don't you like girls?

Gideon: We ain't never hardly ever seen one.

Sam: When are you gonna marry me Milly?

Milly: Oh, next week Sam.

Tom: She's gonna marry me, ain't you Milly?

Milly: What would your wife say Tom?

Milly: [after the barn fight] Frank?

Frank: Kick in the pants.

Milly: I found out about the boy next door. His name's Eric Gibb. They think he's autistic.

Louis Michaelson: He's got some marbles loose, or what?

Milly: Well, they don't exactly know, but he's never spoken a word in his life and he doesn't like being around people. There's some institute that wants to come and take him away, but Mrs. Sherman says he's better off with his uncle. He's in my class at school. Mrs. Sherman, she used to teach those kinds of kids. She thinks that maybe being around normal people will help him, or something.

Charlene: Where are his parents?

Milly: That's the weird part. When Eric was five years old, his parents went on a trip to Spain or France or someplace like that. The plane crashed and they died.

Charlene: Oh, dear.

Milly: Now, what I heard is that the moment the plane went down, Eric was alone in his room and without anybody even telling him anything, he started to pretend to fly. It's like, somehow, he knew his parents were about to crash. The way he figured he could save them was by being an airplane. He's been one ever since.

[long pause, then Milly starts humming the theme to "The Twilight Zone"]

[after Eric and Milly flew in front of the entire town, Eric flies away, never to be seen again]

Milly: [narrating] That night, I found out why Eric flew away. Our house was crawling with people who wanted to see Eric Gibb, the boy who could fly. There were scientists and doctors and TV reporters. When they couldn't find Eric, they did tests on me, because I flew with him. They did tests on Uncle Hugo, too, because he was a relative and had the same genes. Then they took everything out of his room and sent it to some laboratory. I guess Eric was afraid they'd do the same to him. Everyone had a theory on how Eric was able to fly. But there was one I liked the best.

Mrs. Sherman: [on TV] Well, Eric always dreamed of flying, so maybe if you wish hard enough and love long enough, anything is possible.

Milly: [narrating] Mrs. Sherman was right. Eric made us believe that anything is possible if you really try.

Milly: What do you know about Eric? Have you ever seen him do anything weird?

Geneva: That;s all I've ever seen him do.

Milly: No, I mean really weird.

Geneva: Dinky Patterson told me something weird about him once.

Milly: Who's Dinky Patterson?

Geneva: Dinky lived here before you; had your room. Anyway, Dinky used to get really annoyed with Eric climbing around outside his window. So, one day, he took his BB gun, stuffed the barrel with wet Kleenex and started shooting at Eric.

Milly: That's real sweet.

Geneva: He said he kept it up for about an hour, but Eric wouldn't budge, so he finally gave up. Here's the weird part: the next day, Dinky's looking around for his BB gun. You know where he said he found it? See that telephone pole? Dinky said it was up there, up on top of that box. That, somehow, Eric put it there. Of course, Dinky was the biggest liar I ever knew. It probably never happened.

Milly: Probably. What happened to Dinky? Why did he move?

Geneva: His dad got some hotshot job in Atlanta. Took the whole family.

[pause]

Geneva: So, where's your dad?

Milly: He died.

Geneva: What of?

Milly: [flatly] Cancer.

Geneva: Everyone in my family dies of cancer. My grandmother had stomach cancer. She lost 300 pounds before she died. Never looked better in her life. What kind did your dad have?

Milly: I don't know.

Geneva: They didn't tell you. They never tell the kids. Did it take a long time?

Milly: Can we drop the subject?

Uncle Hugo: Don't shake the floor, please.

[Hugo repeatedly drops a cork on the floor until it lands on its end]

Uncle Hugo: There you go. You see, you can't start on a bottle until the cork lands on its feet. It's very frustrating when it takes a long time. On the other hand, it's quite delightful when it happens on the first toss.

[offers the bottle to Milly]

Uncle Hugo: Care for a drink?

Milly: No, no thank you.

Uncle Hugo: Are you calling me a drunk?

Milly: No.

Uncle Hugo: Why not?

Psychiatrist: Tell me about your accident.

Milly: I was on a bridge, reaching for a flower and I fell over the railing.

Psychiatrist: You told your mother something about a boy who rescued you.

Milly: What are you, a shrink?

Psychiatrist: Yes.

Milly: Great, now I'm wacko.

Psychiatrist: It's important that you tell me everything you remember about this. Let me be the judge of whether you're wacko or not, okay?

Milly: Yeah, okay. I fell fifty feet without a mark on me, except for this.

[points to the small bandage on her forehead]

Milly: And I got this when I hit the railing. I didn't hit the ground. Somebody caught me. It was a boy named Eric. He can fly.

[pause]

Milly: I'm wacko, right?

Psychiatrist: No. Did you see him fly?

Milly: No, but you don't know Eric. All he does is sit in his windowsill and pretend to fly. His uncle said he's seen him do it and I've seen really weird things around their house. He can. What other explanation could there be?

Psychiatrist: Well, you fell. You have a concussion. You were losing consciousness. Maybe what you thought was Eric catching you was a tree or a bush breaking your fall. Your mind could be playing tricks on you. It can do that.

Milly: That's impossible.

Psychiatrist: It's more possible than a boy who could fly.

[long pause]

Psychiatrist: Dr. Nelson told me about your father. He committed suicide not long ago.

Milly: [defiantly] He did not.

Psychiatrist: How did he die?

Milly: [with difficulty] My father had cancer. And when he found out that he had it... he didn't want the rest of the family to suffer needlessly. So one day, he kissed us all goodbye and he said that he loved us all very much.

[crying]

Milly: Then he went away.

Charlene: What happened to your face.

Milly: Someone threw a ball at me.

Charlene: Who threw a ball at you?

Milly: No-one threw a ball at me, it was an accident.

Milly: [to Mark as he arrives] Well if it isn't Cecil Beaton...

Virginia: Sure, he should be committed!

Milly: Of course, you'd want me to commit him, get him out of your life, put him away permanently someplace where he can never again remind either one of you of your horrible guilt; how you and you had committed the ugliest of all possible sins, so ugly that it drove him into the state he's in now!

Mr. Hanson: What kind of a woman are you to be satisfied with only half a man? There must be so...

Milly: Even when he doesn't know what he's doing, he's a saner man than you are! He's decent and proud. Can you say the same for yourselves? Where's your decency? In what garbage dump, Mr. Hanson? And where's yours, you tramp?

Mr. Hanson: I don't have to listen to that!

Virginia: She's the one who's crazy!

Mr. Hanson: She has to be crazy to put up with that weakling!

Milly: You, his loving, doting fraud of a father! And you, you SLUT! You're both so consumed with evil, so ROTTEN! Your filthy souls are too evil for Hell itself!

Burt: Aw, Milly. You wouldn't want me to spend the rest of my life with a bubble-gum addict. Would you, Milly?

Milly: Sorry, I goofed!

Burt: You "goofed?" Hey, man, that's "Bop" talk! Where did you ever pick that up?

Milly: Well, why shouldn't I pick up an expression here and there? I'm not THAT old!

[after meeting Milly's landlady, Liz, who is sporting a garishly "loud" Hawaiian-type, floral shirt]

Burt: Who's the character?

Milly: [smiles] Liz Eckhardt. She's the manager.

Burt: Is she always dressed for Halloween? In the middle of the summer?

Milly: [laughs] That happens to be one of her most conservative outfits!