Ophelia Quotes in Catwoman (2004)

Ophelia: Catwomen are not contained by the rules of society. You follow your own desires. This is both a blessing and a curse. You will often be alone and misunderstood, but you will experience a freedom other women will never know. You are a Catwoman. Every sight, every smell, every sound, incredibly heightened. Fierce independence, total confidence, inhuman reflexes.

Patience Philips: So I'm not Patience anymore?

Ophelia: You are Patience. And you are Catwoman. Accept it, child. You've spent a lifetime caged. By accepting who you are - all of who you are... you can be free. And freedom is power.

Ophelia: Midnight.

Patience Philips: I'm sorry.

Ophelia: Her name.

[Talking about her cat]

Ophelia: She's an Egyptian Mau, the rarest of breeds. Temple cats. It's said that Maus have special powers.

Patience Philips: Like popping out of nowhere? I know.

Ophelia: Among other things.

Ophelia: You died, but you were reborn. Midnight knew your fate, that's why she tested you, to see if you were worthy of a gift she could give you, a gift that could change your life, and give you a new one. You are not alone child, she saved others before you, look.

Ophelia: Bastet is a rarity. The Goddess of the moon and of the sun. She represents the duality in all women, docile yet aggressive, nurturing yet ferocious.

Lloyd: Tapes are not going to be enough.

Billie Jean: What do you mean?

Lloyd: I mean they don't have to give you the money, they'll just hunt you down and catch you. Cops don't have to bargain with you, you don't have anything they want. Unless you offer them a trade.

[starts tying himself up]

Ophelia: Whatever is that boy doing?

Putter: It's a trick, I saw it on TV.

Billie Jean: What kind of trade?

Lloyd: I'm going to be your hostage, then they have to reason with you. I'm your guarantee.

Putter: Like when you buy a car.

Ophelia: That's a warranty.

Ophelia: Would you look at those tits?

Putter: I think they're gross.

Ophelia: That's because you don't have any.

Binx: What's this?

Putter: I think it's chicken.

Binx: It doesn't taste like chicken.

Ophelia: When you rich, food ain't supposed to taste like what it really is.

Billie Jean: Who wants to watch this?

Putter: I do!

Ophelia: You like anything on the TV.

Ophelia: You're supposed to be taking your medication! Your father says please give him his pills!

Lloyd: I haven't had a pill since we left the house, haven't wheezed once.

Ophelia: [Billie Jean steps out with her hair cut] Oh my God! Billie Jean, you look...

Binx: Famous!

Lloyd: Saint Joan.

Binx: Let's go to Vermont.

Ophelia: We don't have enough gas to get out of Corpus.

Binx: Then we'll steal it, we're outlaws, right?

Billie Jean: No stealing, we may be outlaws but we're not thieves.

Putter: I'm a hungry outlaw, where's breakfast?

Billie Jean: Lloyd, do you make videos?

Lloyd: All the time.

Billie Jean: What about copies?

Lloyd: I can make as many as you want... You are absolutely right!

Ophelia: What's she talking about?

Lloyd: She's gonna answer their call!

Billie Jean: [after escaping a guy shooting at them] Putter, oh my God, you're bleeding!

Ophelia: She's been shot!

Putter: No I haven't!

Billie Jean: But there's blood!

[pause]

Billie Jean: Putter, it's finally happened.

Putter: [grins] It's about time.

Binx: Gross!

Billie Jean: Be quiet, Binx! It's wonderful!

Putter's Mother: Putter Jacks!

Putter: Mommy!

[Putter's mother hits her and she falls back on a desk and grabs a pair of scissors and holds them aimed at her mother]

Ringwald: Putter don't! Putter!

[Putter cuts off her hair]

Ophelia: Oh my God.

Billie Jean: [reading newspaper article] The victim was taken to Shoreline Hospital where his condition was listed as good. Did you hear that? Good! Not fair!

Ophelia: Not critical!

Binx: Not dead! Yaaaaaaaay! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Binx: I didn't mean to shoot him, you heard what he said, he said it wasn't loaded.

Billie Jean: We have to go to the police.

Ophelia: They'll never believe you.

Binx: It was an accident!

Ophelia: You think he's gonna say that? It's his word against a bunch of crazy kids, he's gonna lie.

Ophelia: [addressing cabbies after Albert's motivational speech] You know, this is the first conversation around here that actually made any sense.

Ophelia: Well, good night, Luana.

Luana Patten: Good night, Ophelia.

Ophelia: Bonne nuit, Mortimer.

Mortimer Snerd: Uh... ma'am?

Ophelia: Bonne nuit.

Mortimer Snerd: Oh, yes, ma'am. Yeah, yeah. Bunny. Uh bunny, bunny wee, bunny wee. Bun-Uh... uh, I don't know no bunny wee.

Ophelia: [Ophelia notices Louis watching her undress] By the way, food and rent aren't the only things around here that cost money. You sleep on the couch.

Louis: My God! The Dukes are going to corner the entire frozen orange juice market!

Ophelia: Unless somebody stops them...

Coleman: ...or *beats* them to it.

[all turn and look at him]

Coleman: Egg-nog?

Billy Ray Valentine: [as Louis is choking him] lt... was... the... Dukes! lt... was... the... Dukes!

Louis Winthorpe III: You're a dead man, Valentine.

Billy Ray Valentine: [gasping, after Ophelia and Coleman stop Louis from choking Billy Ray] It was an experiment... to see how our lives would turn out... the Dukes arranged it... they made a bet.

Coleman: I'm afraid it's true, sir.

Ophelia: I believe him, Louie.

Louis Winthorpe III: The Dukes... ruined my life... over a bet? For how much?

Billy Ray Valentine: A dollar.

Louis Winthorpe III: One dollar... fine. That's the way they want it? No problem.

[cut to Louis cleaning and loading an array of shotguns in the den]

Ophelia: The only thing I've got going for me, is this body, this face, and what I got up here. I don't do drugs. And I don't have a pimp.

Louis Winthorpe III: This place is a dump.

Ophelia: But it's cheap, it's clean and it's all mine.

Ophelia: [reading Louis' palm] You've never done a day's work in your life.

Polonius: Ophelia, walk you here.

[to Claudius]

Polonius: Gracious, so please you, we will bestow ourselves.

[to Ophelia, handing her a book of prayers]

Polonius: Read on this book. He is coming. Let us withdraw, my lord.

[Hamlet sees Polonius and Claudius sneaking away to hide and eavesdrop. Ophelia looks up and sees him approaching the staircase down to her; she obediently starts walking back and forth, pretending to study the prayers. Hamlet has a pretty good idea what is going on]

Hamlet: Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered.

Ophelia: Good my lord, how does your honor for this many a day?

Hamlet: I humbly thank you, well.

[He starts to walk away and she hurries after him]

Ophelia: My lord, I have remembrances of yours that I have longèd long to redeliver. I pray you now receive them.

Hamlet: No, not I. I never gave you aught.

Ophelia: My honored lord, you know right well you did, and with them, words of so sweet breath composed as made the things more rich. Their perfume lost, take these again. There, my lord.

[He takes the necklaces, staring at her, then begins to chuckle]

Hamlet: Ha, ha! Are you honest?

Ophelia: My lord?

Hamlet: Are you fair?

Ophelia: What means your lordship?

Hamlet: That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

Ophelia: [spiritedly] Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

Hamlet: I did love you once.

Ophelia: Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Hamlet: [Pretending contempt] You should not have believed me. I loved you not! Where's your father?

[Hiding behind a pillar, watching, Claudius and Polonius jump in fear. Horrified to lie to him, Ophelia gives us the first wild-eyed look of fright that will accompany her when she goes mad]

Ophelia: At home, my lord.

Hamlet: [loudly, for the eavesdroppers] Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but in his own house. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. I have heard of your paintings, well enough. God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname God's creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on 't.

[He shoves her at the wall and she gasps]

Hamlet: It hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriage. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are.

[He throws the necklaces at her]