Patricia Quotes in Never Say Never Again (1983)

James Bond: My name is Bond.

Patricia: Oh, you're Mr. Bond. I believe I'm having you in half an hour.

James Bond: Oh, splendid. Your room or mine?

Patricia: Lentil delight, dandelion salad, goat's cheese.

James Bond: Beluga caviar, quails eggs, vodka, foie gras - Strasbourg.

Ortega: American! You have thirty seconds to surrender or I kill your girlfriend!

Patricia: Joe, don't do it!

Ortega: [slapping her] Twenty seconds! Maybe you don't like her as much as she thinks you do! Five! Four!

Joe: [Throws down his weapons] Now let her go!

Ortega: Letting her go wasn't part of the deal!

[last lines]

Patricia: Joe!

Patricia: You, my dear, are going to town, and you're buying me new shoes and a new skirt... Don't you touch my skirt!

Patricia: What do I look like, a jungle baby or somethin'?

Patricia: FRUITCAKE? FRUITCAKE? Listen Bucko, I happen to be a highly educated, intelligent girl with an I.Q. that would put you pea-brain in the cellar. So remember, If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here. Call me for dinner.

Patricia: What scares you, Max?

Max: Suits, alarm clocks, apartment buildings.

Patricia: The bartender says I'm okay.

Patricia: [Max, Leo, and Patricia are dressing in holy attire on a train] If you're trying to make a pass at me, Max... I hardly think we're dressed for the occasion.

Patricia: Thank you, Tall Eagle. Good night, Coyote.

Roger: [Spotting a helicopter sitting in a nearby field] Look! Do you believe it?

Patricia: Can you... can you fly one of those things?

Ken: Till yesterday it was my job!

Patricia: [Exasperated by her son's questions] Maybe we could express ourselves more fully if we say it without words.

Patricia: Should we try that?

Patricia: He ate one of the sister's brothers.

Patricia: God Bless You and keep you with Mary's benevolent guidance in the light of Christ's enduring grace. All my love, Your Mother, Sister Patricia Whitman.

Patricia: It's over.

Jack: Not for us.

Patricia: I'm not proud Dwayne! I'm just another sister trying to survive in the world.

Patricia: Insane asylums are filled with people who think they're Jesus or Satan. Very few have delusions of being a guy down the block who works for an insurance company.

Patricia: Very good Chuck. I am pleasantly surprised, you're not like the other murderers.

Patricia: You're kind of cute... in a homely sort of way.

Perry: Now, Patricia, please don't leave!

Patricia: So what do you think I am, some sort of talking dog?

Perry: I was just making a point about the way you said... the way you stated your aspirations.

Patricia: Yeah? Well you can kiss my aspirations, Professor!

Perry: Kiss my aspirations? Oh, very clever! Yeah, the heighth of cleverness! Waiter!

Patricia: Mike, Where's Sheila?

Mike: I made her drive, we took the plane. I should've made her walk, y'all know she fat as hell.

Patricia: Mike, do you hear what you are saying?

Diane: [to Patricia and Angela] Did he just say he made her drive?

Angela: I'm still stuck on the fat as hell part.

Patricia: I love you more than all the words in all the books in all the world.

Patricia: My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know. Everybody you see. Everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake and they live in a state of constant total amazement.

Waponi Chief: Do you want to marry him?

Patricia: Yes.

Waponi Chief: Do you want to marry her?

Joe Banks: Yes.

Waponi Chief: Good. You're married.

Joe Banks: [shaking the Chief's hand] Thank you, Chief.

Patricia: Thank you, Chief.

Waponi Chief: I'm going now.

Joe Banks: I have less than six months to live. The Waponis believe they need a human sacrifice or their island is going to sink into the ocean. They have this mineral your father wants so he hired me to leap into their volcano.

Patricia: What?

Joe Banks: You're not going to make me say that again, are you?

[Joe is about to jump into the volcano]

Patricia: I love you!

Joe Banks: I love you, too! I've never been in love with anybody before, either! It's great! I'm glad! But the timing stinks.

[kisses her on the cheek]

Joe Banks: I've gotta go.

Patricia: Joe, nobody knows anything. We'll take this leap and we'll see. We'll jump and we'll see. That's life!

Joe Banks: I still have a problem. I have a brain cloud.

Patricia: A brain cloud... what is a brain cloud?

Joe Banks: It's - well, maybe I should get a second opinion.

Patricia: You didn't get a second opinion on something called a brain cloud? I mean what are you, a hypochondriac?

Angelica: You're in a rotten mood.

Patricia: It's the sunshine. Gets me down.

Patricia: I wonder where we'll end up?

Joe Banks: Away from the things of man, my love. Away from the things of man.

Patricia: I'm soul sick.

Patricia: [addressing Joe his first night aboard the Tweedle Dee] I've always kept clear of my father's stuff ever since I got out on my own. And now he's pulling me back in. He knew I wanted this boat and he used it and he got me working for him, which I swore I would never do. I feel ashamed because I had a price. He named it and now I know that about myself. And I could treat you like I did back out on the dock, but that would be me kicking myself for selling out, which isn't fair to you. Doesn't make me feel any better. I don't know what your situation is but I wanted you to know what mine is not just to explain some rude behavior, but because we're on a little boat for a while and... I'm soul sick. And you're going to see that.

Patricia: That outfit's wearing you, Felix.

Joe Banks: Why are you calling me Felix. My name is Joe.

Patricia: I am calling you Felix because I do what I want.

Patricia: You're afraid of the commitment? You're gonna have to love and honor me for about 30 seconds.

Patricia: Yes! I love you. I can feel my heart. I feel like I'm going crazy. You just can't *die* and leave me here in this stinking earth without you.

Joe Banks: So, what are we hoping for here?

Patricia: A miracle.

Patricia: Did you sleep with my, with my sister?

Patricia: Well, I don't know what to say? You tell me you're dying. You tell me you're jumping into a volcano. My mind is a blank.

Patricia: Whither thou goest, I go.

Patricia: I wonder where we'll end up?

Joe Banks: Fell away from the things of man, Noah. Away from the things of man.

Patricia: Daddy owns so much that he rarely misses anything.

Michael Arnold Travis: You're lucky. I've got to get there on my own.

Patricia: And where?

Michael Arnold Travis: Right to the top!

[pause. Then, pointing to a skycraper in the distance]

Michael Arnold Travis: How much a building like that is worth?

Patricia: The ground floor is £810,000 a year, it costed ten times that to build, and every three months its value increases by 20%.

Michael Arnold Travis: [Smiling patronizingly] How do you know?

Patricia: [With assurance] My father owns it.

Patricia: Dickie. Ha-ha.

Duke of Belminster: Please, darling. Please.

Patricia: Dickie.

Duke of Belminster: But, you must.

Patricia: Oh, don't go on, Dickie.

Duke of Belminster: I've nev-never been very sure of myself. Not, until I found you.

Patricia: You drink too much.

Duke of Belminster: I know. You're my last chance.

Patricia: Oh, little Dickie.

Michael Arnold Travis: What is it?

Patricia: Om. It means infinity or godhead.

Michael Arnold Travis: Are you a buddhist?

Patricia: All religion's are equally true.

[Kiss]

Patricia: Breakfast!

Patricia: Let me tell you what the problem with the stupid fucking world is. All the stupid people are breeding like mad having tens and tens of kids, while the cool people aren't having any! So, the population just keeps getting stupider and stupider! I mean, it's no wonder the whole world's going down the toilet.

Al: Come on, what do I gotta do?

Patricia: You could crawl through broken glass on your hands and knees with a sign on your back that says "asshole." That might get you in the door.

Carla: Look at him, he's so cute.

Patricia: Cute? The guy buys a new Monte Carlo every year because his name's Monte.

Patricia: I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is, not to feel like you're in the room, until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.

Patricia: So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.

Patricia: [to guy working the bar] Take a break, will you?

Holly Kennedy: Mom?

Patricia: What's the matter?

Holly Kennedy: [crying] When daddy left, I was fourteen, and I said... That's it, never again, no man. And then I meet Gerry. This wonderful man happens to me and then, and then he died! What was the point?

Patricia: I know.

Holly Kennedy: I'm so angry I could kill somebody. I'm alone, and it doesn't matter what job I have or what I do or what I don't do or what friends I have, he's not here. I mean, you're alone, no matter what.

Patricia: That's right.

Holly Kennedy: [still crying] God. I didn't come here for you to give me some bullshit honest answer. Why can't you lie to me just once?

Patricia: I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Holly Kennedy: [sobbing] I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

Patricia: C'mon, let's take a walk.

[Holly's place is trashed after 3 weeks of neglect. Garbage everywhere. She doesn't notice, because she is singing along with movie musicals. She's wearing an old rolled-up shirt of Gerry's and his boxer pants]

Holly Kennedy: [singing along with Judy Garland:] And never a new love will be the same / Good riddance, good-bye!

[She turns and finds her mother and friends have opened her front door with birthday party gifts. They stare at each other in shock. Holly clicks off the TV. Her mother, Patricia, is aghast; her sister, Ciara, is grinning hopefully; Denise and Sharon are mortified. Ciara and Denise rally enough to applaud Holly's singing performance. There are assorted cries of Happy Birthday and whistles]

Ciara: You're thirty!

John McCarthy: [John enters] Hey, Holly, these keep falling out of your mailbox.

[He stops and frowns]

John McCarthy: What is that smell?

Holly Kennedy: I wasn't expecting company. Mom! Don't clean.

Patricia: I'm not. I'll just organize the garbage.

Denise Hennessey: We did try to call, first.

Sharon McCarthy: Are you drunk?

Holly Kennedy: [defensively] No.

Ciara: [cheerily] Do you wanna be?

Patricia: Ciara.

[to Holly, referring to a tiny bandage on her forehead]

Patricia: What happened to your head?

Holly Kennedy: Pimple.

Patricia: You're not showering?

Denise Hennessey: [Helpfully] Well, you always squeeze it too hard.

John McCarthy: What is that smell?

Holly Kennedy: It's me! All right?

Sharon McCarthy: Hey, hey. Don't be like that.

Holly Kennedy: [Almost in tears] Like what?

Sharon McCarthy: Like the only lonely widow in Gotham City.

Holly Kennedy: I'm not, just... really exhausted!

Denise Hennessey: Yeah, well

[nodding at the TV]

Denise Hennessey: , what are you doing, two shows a night?

Patricia: You know the worst thing for a parent... second after losing a child? Watching your child head for the same life you had. You can't stop it. It's a terrible, helpless feeling. Makes you angry all the time. And I've been angry. For a very long time. I'm exhausted.

Holly Kennedy: Do you think we'll ever see dad again?

Patricia: No sweetheart, never. So you have to stop waiting.

Joe: [after his fake story about him and Marjorie to her roommates] Jesus, I'm so sorry that this thing happened today. And I forgive you, Marjorie.

Marjorie: [Marjorie flies into a rage and attacks Joe, seeing the sheath for his knife] What is this? What is this?

Joe: [Pat recoils in horror as Marjorie holds it up to his face] I use it for work. I cut open boxes in the warehouse.

Marjorie: [menacingly] Cut boxes, huh?

[holds it closer to Joe's face]

Marjorie: Cuts them good, huh? It's the kind of knife they use to gut a deer.

[She cuts the phone cord binding his hands and feet together, proving its sharpness]

Patricia: [cautiously] Wait.

Marjorie: [turning on Joe with his own words] Smile.

[Joe trembles]

Marjorie: Smile. Nicer. Don't make your lips tight.

[slaps him hard]

Marjorie: Did I hurt you?

[holds knife to his throat]

Joe: [panicked] Patty, make her stop!

Marjorie: [menacing] Now, kiss me. And tell me you want to make love.

Joe: [frightened] What?

Marjorie: Say it.

[hissing]

Marjorie: Say it.

[strikes him in the face]

Marjorie: Say it.

Terry: [Pat is taking Joe out of the fireplace and helping him into a chair] Pat, I'd be careful.

Joe: [grateful] God bless you.

Joe: [Pat applies a washcloth and water to Joe's eye] Oh, God... is it bad?

Joe: [Pat nods] Am I going to go blind?

Patricia: I don't know.

Joe: What?

Patricia: I don't know!

Joe: [begging and obviously frightened] Please take me to a hospital.

Marjorie: [Margie plunges knife into chair cushion beneath Joe's crotch] Tell them what happened

[she yanks him to his feet]

Marjorie: or I'll cut them off! Tell them!

[screams]

Marjorie: Tell them! Tell them! Tell them!

Joe: [anguished] I watched the house! I stole the letters!

[he falls to his knees, Marjorie grabs him by the hair and holds his knife to his throat]

Marjorie: And what else?

Joe: [breaking down] I... I came here to kill you... and Patty... and Terry.

[Terry and Patty look on, horrified]

Joe: Linda Martinez, Paula Mikowski, Marie Parks...

[Marjorie runs knife across his throat, Joe screams and falls to floor, sobbing, but realizing he's not hurt]

Joe: Thank you... thank you. The first time I did it... my wife, she's reading the paper. She says 'Joe, did you fix the back door? 'Cause I don't want no raper coming in here.' And I says, 'don't worry honey, he don't want you'. And I fixed the back door real good... so that the raper don't get her. Oh, God.

Patricia: [tears running down her face] Marjorie...

Marjorie: Go get the police.

Terry: [Pat nods] Oh, God.

[to Marjorie]

Terry: I'll stay. I'll stay with you.

Marjorie: [softly] Go with Pat.

Terry: I'm sorry.

[Marjorie nods... they leave... she turns Joe around and guides him back to the fireplace, where he takes a fetal position... she turns on a lamp and sits down near him with a look of triumph on her face... end credits]

Terry: [clinching bottle and cigarette] Maybe we should make up a story?

Patricia: Do we have something to be afraid of?

Terry: [scared] They're going to lock us all up and throw away the keys!

Patricia: Shut up idiot!

Terry: [yelling] You shut up!

Patricia: [kneeling] Marjorie, a man is badly hurt and you don't have a case.

Marjorie: That's why I have a hammer.

Patricia: Okay. Let's talk about the hammer?

Patricia: Terry,

[checking the medicine]

Patricia: this isn't atropine?

Terry: Yeah, well it's a prescription drug. You need a doctor's signature.

Patricia: [shows Robey a cock ring] You know what this is?

Robey Weston: No.

Patricia: Well, you're gonna find out!

Patricia: Next time you wanna see something, knock on my door and ask me.

Patricia: I'm gonna teach you everything I know.

Patricia: In an hour, I promise, you'll be able to beg in two languages.

Patricia: [translation] Everything is ridiculous. Love is ridiculous. It has to be said. It's an illusion, a trap. But the trap is mysterious, so we all fall into it. Like stewed prunes!

The Beast: We are what we believe we are.

Hedwig: Holy shit, this is so cool! They are gonna believe we exist now, right?

Dennis: They are gonna have to.

Hedwig: So, what do we do now?

Patricia: [referring to The Beast] We trust in him. He'll protect us. Look at what he can do. Let him show the world how powerful we can be.

[From the trailer]

Patricia: Don't worry; he's not allowed to touch you. He knows what you're here for. He listens to me.

Donald J. O'Connor, Esq.: Are you sure it'll work?

Patricia: I read it in a large and imposing book.