Papa Quotes in Heaven & Earth (1993)

Papa: Right is only the goodness you carry in your heart...wrong is all that comes between you and the love.

Papa: What will you do without me?

Papa: Go back to your son. Make him the best son you can. That is the war you must fight. That is the victory you must win!

[from trailer]

Papa: It doesn't matter where you came from. What matters is who you choose to be.

Papa: Listen up, smurfs. I saved water form the last blue moon for just such an occasion. I was able to smurf it into these smurf-portation crystals.

Brainy Smurf: Oh, so you don't need a portal. Very clever, Papa.

Papa: Smurf-xactly.

Papa: I'm 546 years old... I'm getting too old for this.

Papa: Well, Master Winslow, thank you. You saved my whole family.

Patrick Winslow: Actually, I think it was the other way around.

Papa: Well, I should get going. I've got a Smurf village to rebuild. Your village has given me some ideas...

[Patrick and Papa Smurf hug]

Patrick Winslow: Goodbye, Papa.

Papa: Goodbye... papa.

Papa: I'm sorry, Master Winslow, but we badly need to borrow your stargazer.

Patrick Winslow: I don't have a stargazer, okay? It's not something people of this century just have, especially here.

Grouchy: Not happy.

Patrick Winslow: Now if you excuse me, I have to work.

Papa: Well, perhaps we can sing to help things along. And then we'll get the stargazer. Come along, Smurfs.

[La la la la la la Sing, a happy song La la la la la la Smurf the whole day long]

Patrick Winslow: Stop. Stop! Come on. None of you find that song just the tiniest bit annoying?

Grouchy: I find it annoying.

Papa: Well, what do you sing at work?

Patrick Winslow: I don't sing at work.

Smurfette: [gasps] What?

Gutsy: And you have to wear a leash. Harsh.

Smurfette: I know. How about if we hum?

[they begin humming the song]

Patrick Winslow: Please stop humming.

Patrick Winslow: Do you guys drink coffee?

Papa: Is a Smurf's butt blue?

Patrick Winslow: So, tell me... that weird guy in the tatty bathrobe, at the toy store?

Papa: Gargamel?

Patrick Winslow: He's not really a wizard, is he?

Papa: Not the smartest of sorcerers, but dangerous just the same! Back home, I could hold him at bay with a spell or two. But here, without my books and potions... well, today we got lucky, but next time who knows?

Patrick Winslow: What are you gonna do?

Papa: I'll do anything and everything I can do to get my Smurfs home! I won't ever give up! They're my family, and you never give up on your family!

Patrick Winslow: Doesn't it freak you out sometimes? I mean, all those little guys depending on you... I mean, what if you screw up? How do you know when you're ready?

Papa: Let me ask you something: why did you come for us today when your Grace called?

Patrick Winslow: She needed me, and I heard it in her voice.

Papa: That's what being a papa is. It comes time, you just do.

[points at his head]

Papa: Knowing what to do doesn't come from here... it comes from here, where it matters most.

[points at Patrick's belly]

Patrick Winslow: My spleen?

Papa: No, your heart! I'm trying to have a moment here, you whippersnapper!

Patrick Winslow: You're a good papa, Papa.

Papa: You'll be a good one, too.

Papa: [laughs] Here, come sit on Papa's lap!

Patrick Winslow: Uh...

Papa: Oh, yeah. Right. Scratch that.

Patrick Winslow: Yeah, probably not the best idea...

Papa: GARGAMEL!

[hurls a fork at him]

Patrick Winslow: To review, you guys come from a magic forest where you live in oversized mushrooms...

Papa: Yes.

Patrick Winslow: ...and you're being chased by an evil wizard...

Papa: Yeah.

Patrick Winslow: ...and you're trapped in New York until there's a blue moon...

Papa: Very good.

Patrick Winslow: ...and you like to use the extremely imprecise term "smurf" for just about everything.

Brainy: Smurf-xactly!

Sheeta: [hugging her] Dola!

Dola: Thank goodness you're alive!

Pazu: So are you. This is great!

Papa: No it's not! My poor little ship is gone forever! Boo hoo hoo hoo!

Dola: Stop with the cryin', ya big baby! I'll get you another ship!

Papa: [stops crying] Okay.

Dola: [to Sheeta, softhearted] Oh, poor little thing. There's nothin' worse than having your pigtails shot off!

Sheeta: [reacting to a sharp object beneath Dola's blouse] Or having your eye poked out. What have you got under there?

Dola: Oh, my fault!

[takes out shining gem]

Dola: You must've hurt yourself on these! Now, how'd they get inside my blouse?

Charles: [as pirates take out their hidden jewels] *All* good pirates listen to their Mom!

Louis: That is so true, huh?

[Louie and Pazu are in Tiger Moth's engine room]

Louis: Hey, Pop! I've finally found ya an assistant!

Papa: [disgruntled] Stop yelling at me! I can hear you. Believe me, sometimes I wish I couldn't.

Papa: [to Pazu]

Papa: Come on, assistant! Let's see what you can do!

Louis: [whispering in Pazu's ear] Uh, hurry up. He is even tougher than my mother.

Papa: I need someone who's *mechanically* minded, not some half-baked, swashbuckling Casanova wannabe!

Papa: [playing chess with Dola] What's come over you, my dear? It's not like you to challenge a ship like Goliath. You know, the odds are against you.

Dola: I'm after treasure. That's all.

Papa: [Chuckling] I must admit, those kids are cute!

Dola: Whaddaya mean by that, ya old fool?

Papa: Nothing, but that little girl *does* remind me of you not so long ago!

Dola: [Irritated] Who asked ya?

Papa: Nobody. Oh, look! Checkmate!

Papa: She thinks she owns everybody in town. Do you hear me up there? I say no! Don't try to steal my children!

Madame Mallory: I will report you, Mr. Kadam, for making too much noise.

Papa: And I will report you for attempted child abduction!

Madame Mallory: Have you even asked the boy what he wants?

Papa: You deliberately seduced him!

Madame Mallory: [Scoffs]

Papa: You seduced his mind,with your awful, tasteless, empty sauces! With your pitiful little squashed bits of garlic!

Madame Mallory: That is called subtlety of flavor.

Papa: It's called meanness of spirit! If you have a spice, use it! Don't sprinkle it. Spoon it in!

Madame Mallory: What you do not seem to understand is that there is such a thing as enough. Enough is enough, arrêtez!

Papa: Yes, enough of you. Always up there like a queen or something. You tell him, it's "classical". What is "classical"?

Madame Mallory: "Classical" comes from the word "class". And that is what he will learn in my kitchen. He will learn how to cook with class.

Papa: Indian cannot become French, and the French cannot become Indian.

Madame Mallory: Mr. Kadam, I think I have just spent the whole day washing those words off your wall.

Mansur: So I guess the cooking is now down to me.

Papa: Yes, mister.

Mansur: Oh, God!

Papa: What do you mean, "Oh, God"?

Papa: You want Hassan because you want another star for yourself, yes ?

Madame Mallory: Oh, yes. Yes, I will not lie. But I will also offer him a stepping stone to the world. He deserves it. He has a gift.

Papa: You are very stubborn.

[rooster crowing]

Papa: Oh, it's morning already.

[exhales]

Papa: A new dawn. So... How much will you pay him per week ?

Madame Mallory: 200 euro.

Papa: [chuckling] Now you are proving you are insane.

Madame Mallory: 250, plus food.

Papa: If you sit in cold all night, he's worth 600.

Madame Mallory: [scoffs] In your dreams.

Papa: 450, or I walk.

Madame Mallory: 320, but 350 after three month. Do we have a deal ?

Papa: No.

Hassan: Yes. We have a deal.

Papa: [speaking Hindi]

Hassan: Okay, relax, Papa.

Papa: What do you mean, "relax" ? Spoiled the whole game.

Madame Mallory: Papa, we have a deal.

Papa: Madame...

Papa: You must be getting married. Why else would you be dressed like an undertaker on holiday?

Omar: Going to Uncle's house, Papa. He's given me a car.

Papa: What? The brakes must be faulty. Tell me one thing because there's something I don't understand, though it must be my fault. How is it that scrubbing cars can make a son of mine look so ecstatic?

Omar: It gets me out of the house.

Papa: Don't get too involved with that crook. You've got to study. We are under siege by the white man. For us education is power.

[Omar shakes his head at his father]

Papa: Don't let me down.

Omar: I'm being promoted. To Uncle's laundrette.

Papa: [throwing a pair of socks to Omar] Illustrate your washing methods!

Papa: [to Omar] Work now till you go back to college. And I'm fixing you up with a job with your uncle.

Papa: [on the phone] Oh, one thing more, try to fix him up with a nice girl. I'm not sure his penis is in full working order.

Papa: [to Omar] I don't want my son in this underpants cleaning condition.

Papa: This damn country has done us in. That's why I'm like this. We should be there. Home.

Nasser: But that country's been sodomised by religion. It's beginning to interfere with the making of money. Compared with everywhere... it's a little heaven, here.

Omar: You know who I saw today? Johnny. Johnny!

Papa: The boy who came here dressed as a fascist with a quarter-inch of hair?

Omar: He was a friend once, for years.

Papa: There were times when he didn't deserve your admiration so much.

Omar: Christ, I've known him since I was five!

Papa: He went too far.

Papa: The race is not for the swift, nor the battle for the strong, But time and chance happens to them all. Fate's hand falls suddenly, who can say when it falls?

Papa: Let me see your hands.

[he grabs Avner's hands and compares them to his own]

Papa: Too big for a good cook. That was my problem too! I had been a master, but I have thick, stupid butcher's hands just like yours. Oh, we are tragic men. Butcher's hands, gentle souls.

Papa: In my despair I have fathered madmen who dress like factory workers but never do manual labor, who read nonsense and spout pompous bullshit about Algerians and, and who love nothing, not Algerians or French or flesh and blood or anything living.

[to Louis, pointedly]

Papa: So I have sympathy for a man who can say "I have a papa." Who does what he must for his family.

Papa: We inhabit a world of intersecting secrecies, living and dying at the places where these secrecies meet. This is what we accept. Hmmm?

Papa: You could have been my son, but you're not. Remember that. We'll do business, but you're not family.

Papa: When you focus on pain, you lose sight of me.

Papa: Pain robs you of joy, and the capacity to love.

Papa: Love always leaves a mark.

Papa: By the way, I wouldn't leave my car out there too long; there are a lot of white people around.