Paula Quotes in Thunderball (1965)

Bond: Tell London I've made contact with the girl.

Paula: Boy, is that what I call "contact!" I'll pass it through that you've *seen* the girl.

Paula: You better not be over at no girl's house.

Franklin Hatchett: Hell no I ain't at no goddamn girl's house. I'm wanted for muder. I ain't got time to get no pussy.

Paula: What?

Franklin Hatchett: I ain't fucking nobody but you.

Paula: You must be a famous warrior.

Demetrius: I'm a potter.

Paula: Only a potter? And they're sending you into the arena tomorrow? You must have done something awfully bad.

Demetrius: I did. I'm a Christian.

Paula: I am not your bluebird in a cage.

Paula: [very drunk] I'm so wasted. You know. I'm CIA. I been tracking down this bastard for 10 months.

Kum Lhau: [takes Paula to the room] .OK ok ok.

Paula: Do anything you want to do.

[falls asleep]

Kum Lhau: [looks at Paula] Umm... Good curve. Good body. Great breasts. I guess not. I'm a family man. To do like Nong and Teng. I can't.

Ricky Baker: I'll never stop running!

Paula: Yeah, and I'll never stop chasing you - I'm relentless, I'm like the Terminator.

Ricky Baker: I'm more like the Terminator than you!

Paula: I said it first, you're more like Sarah Connor, and in the first movie too, before she could do chinups.

Paula: Have you ever seen breasts?

George Devereaux: Sure... one.

Paula: You saw one breast?

George Devereaux: No, I meant once. I saw some once.

Paula: Some?

George Devereaux: Two. I saw two, once...

Paula: You wanna see mine?

George Devereaux: Who? Me? Now?

Paula: Ready?

George Devereaux: Okay. Sure, yeah.

Paula: How do they look?

George Devereaux: Alright! Good, fine. Of course I don't have much to compare them to...

Paula: [reading to her father] The Mighty Mets stormed their locker room shortly after nine o'clock on their night to remember. Released from bondage and ridicule after seven destitute seasons, they raised the roof of Shea Stadium - while their fans attempted to dismantle it - in one of the loudest, wildest victory celebrations in baseball history

David: Hey, Paula.

Paula: Yeah?

David: I gotta tell you something. I'm really excited about it. Uh, for the first time today, I woke up, I came to the store, and I feel confident to say to you that if you don't take this Michael McDonald DVD that you've been playing for two years straight off, I'm going to kill everyone in the store and put a bullet in my brain.

Paula: David, what do you suggest we play?

David: I don't care. Anything. I would rather... I would rather watch "Beautician and the Beast". I would rather listen to Fran Drescher for eight hours than have to listen to Michael McDonald. Nothing against him, but if I hear "Yah Mo B There" one more time, I'm going to "Yah Mo" burn this place to the ground.

Paula: You're such a smartass. Get back on the floor.

[Paula walks away]

David: [cough-mutters] Ah-fuck you!

Paula: [Discussing what to do while spending a week stoned] I'll probably re-watch "Gandhi".

Cal: "Gandhi" baked is good. I always feel bad when I watch it baked because I get really hungry and I'm eating a lot and poor Gandhi is starving his ass off.

Paula: All right! That's enough! Party's over...

[to Andy]

Paula: Let the virgin get back to work!

Paula: [of David's video camera antics] He's performing a public colonoscopy. Isn't that sweet?

Paula: [translation of her Guatamalan love song] Whenever they clean my room I can't find anything. Where are you going with such haste? To a football game.

Paula: Andy. Have you ever heard of the term... 'Fuck Buddy?'

Andy Stitzer: No... What's that?

Paula: Well, it's a special... friend... who you fuck.

Paula: [propositioning Andy to be her 'friend with benefits'] I'm very discreet... but I will haunt your dreams.

Paula: Andy, when I was young, I developed early. By the time I was 13, I had this body you see before you. Can you imagine that?

Andy Stitzer: I don't want to.

Jules: Me and Jess were fighting because we both fancy our coach... Joe.

Paula: [pause] Joe, a man, Joe?

Jules: [exasperated] Yeah, as in male, Joe! Joe, our coach, Joe, man, Joe!

Paula: All I'm saying is, there's a reason why Sporty Spice is the only one without a fella!

Paula: Get your lesbian feet out of my shoes!

Paula: That's why she's been so depressed lately cos' that Jess broke her heart! She's in love. With a girl!

Alan Paxton: You're jumping to all the wrong conclusions

Paula: But I heard her! No wonder she never looked twice at the Kevin or brought any boys home. I tried to get her nice clothes, you know we've had some lovely prints in this summer you know in swimwear and sarongs and that. She never wants to go shopping with me. It was terrible what they did to that George Michael going on about him and his private business in the papers like that! Oh No!

Alan Paxton: George Michael is still a superstar and you still listen to Wham!

Paula: Don't tell me. The offside rule is when the French mustard has to be between the teriyaki sauce and the sea salt.

Paula: When are you going to realize you have a daughter, with breasts, not a son!

Jules: Anyway being a lesbian's not that big a deal

Paula: Oh no of course not sweetheart no. I mean I've got nothing against it. I was cheering for Martina Navratilova as much as the next person.

Paula: You know Jesminder, I cooked a lovely curry the other day.

Paula: Let's make a baby!

Jimmy: Yes, that will solve all our problems.

Paula: You can go get any woman you want.

Jake: Really? Well, I still chose you.

Paula: Why? Because I happened to be in your eye line?

Jake: Well that... possibly because you're uninterested; most likely because you're stunning and successful.

Paula: I'm divorced.

Jake: His loss.

Paula: I have a kid.

Jake: I love kids. Kids love me. I basically am a kid.

Paula: And I don't sleep with my employees.

Jake: *I quit.*

Jake: I have a nickname! Wow!

Paula: A *nickname*. That's how bad it is.

Jake: Is that bad? I... god, I...

Paula: Or, that's how good it is.

Jake: Right? Well, see, that's what I'm saying. I... I mean I assumed they would speak about me but I thought I was gonna be more along the lines of like...

Paula: Stellar Yelp reviews?

Sam: Something bit me.

Paula: Oh, yeah, right. I thought you always liked that kind of stuff.

Paula: We'd like to get to the point where Connor is everywhere, like oxygen or gravity or clinical depression.

Paula: Conner's music may not be what I listen to in my free time, but it seems to make so many people money.

Vicki Summers: Where do they keep the chainsaws here?

Paula: What?

Vicki Summers: We might wanna find out, right? Where they keep them? Because you never know when you might need a chainsaw.

Paula: Why do we need a chainsaw for a slumber party?

Nancy: Paula, you're just in time to start setting up for the slumber party!

Kurt: Yeah, we took a vote and you get to share my sleeping bag.

Paula: Thanks, Kurt, but I'm saving myself for someone who doesn't have a needle dick.

Kurt: Yeah, right. It's like a hammer... dick, if anything. It's a sledgehammer.

Paula: Hey-hey.

Kit: Hey... Paula... Good news. It's Champagne Thursday.

Paula: It's Friday.

Kit: Uh, yeah, Thursday came twice this week.

Paula: Huh... for the third straight week.

Kit: There's talk of making it permanent.

Paula: Oh, kind of like Daylight Saving's Time?

Kit: Right, but for booze.

Tripp: Do you have real feelings?

Paula: Of course I have real feelings!

Tripp: For what?

Paula: For you! And believe me, I did not want that because I had a good life before you. Well, not good... but... it was okay. Well, it... it was empty, actually, but at least I was blissfully unaware of how miserable I was. Whereas now... because of you... I am acutely aware of how completely and totally unhappy I am. Thank you for that.

Kit: Shut up, you whore!

Paula: [sipping champagne] Oh, I'm sorry. Was I sipping too loudly for you?

Kit: No, you're not sipping too loudly. It's that goddamn bird outside my goddamn window! What the hell kind of devil-bird chirps at night?

Tripp: [has just agreed to go out to lunch with her the next day] Hey, wait - tomorrow's Saturday.

Paula: [perplexed] ... Sometimes I eat on Saturday.

Paula: I'm Paula.

Tripp: I'm Tripp.

Paula: You know, usually I don't sleep with someone on the first date.

Tripp: I don't think this counts as a first date.

Paula: It would be a date if you asked me to have a drink tonight.

Tripp: Mmm. You wanna have a drink tonight?

Paula: Mmm. Can't. How about lunch tomorrow?

Tripp: Sure. Wait. Tomorrow's Saturday.

Paula: [perplexed] Sometimes I eat on Saturday.

Kit: I smell something. D'you smell something?

Paula: Oh! Oh, Tripp and I had crab today.

Kit: No, that's not it. I smell... fun.

Paula: What?

Kit: You are a dirty little fun-haver.

Paula: Look, many young men who should be able to move out simply can't. It's called "failure to launch," and that's where I come in. Young men develop self-esteem best during a romantic relationship, so I simulate one: We have a memorable meeting, we get to know each other over a few casual meals, he helps me through an emotional crisis, then I meet his friends - if he has any - uh, then I let him teach me something; but, the bottom line is, he bonds with me, he lets go of you, he moves out.

Al: But how do you make sure that he'll fall in love with you?

Paula: You look nice, you find out what they like, and then you pretend to like it, too.

Sue: That is pretty much how it works.

Al: What about sex?

Paula: Al, I never have sex with a client. Besides, I need to keep Tripp motivated, and let's face it, after men have sex...

Sue: Is there anything that we need to do?

Paula: Well, for starters, you could make life a little more difficult for him. You know, uh, more chores, more responsibilities, that kind of thing.

Sue: I just think you should know that Tripp has had some rough breaks.

Paula: I promise you, when this is over, Tripp is going to be an independant, self-sufficient adult.

Jeffrey: My teacher Miss Kramer has a girlfriend.

Paula: Oh, that's nice.

Jeffrey: She's a lesbian.

Paula: So, you live with your parents.

Tripp: Mm-hm. Z'hat a problem?

Paula: No. Not for me.

Tripp: All right, assuming that pretending to own a yacht was a brilliant, romantic yet ultimately flawed idea, how do you see the rest of the day playing out?

Paula: I don't know. I'm so hungry, I can't think. Seagulls ate my lunch.

Tripp: What if I took you to a restaurant?

Paula: Are you gonna pretend to own it?

Tripp: No. All the restaurants I own are in Europe.

Paula: Come on, Tripp. Please, you... you don't understand.

Tripp: You're right. Now, hold on. I don't know what your daily rate is, but that's everything I've got in my wallet.

[handing over $300 to Paula]

Tripp: There's three hundred dollars.

Paula: Oh, come on, Tripp!

Tripp: It should be good for tonight, especially since we didn't have sex.

Paula: Please, Tripp, let me just explain to you.

Tripp: Get the fuck outta my car.

Paula: [of "her" supposedly dying dog] What's his real name, anyway?

Veterinarian: I don't know. I just clean their teeth and chop their balls off.

[the dog whimpers]

Kit: [inquiring after Tripp's buddies] The tall one's kinda cute. What's he do?

Paula: Oh, he's some kind of software writer. He works out of his basement, but he makes a lot of money. Oh, you know what? No, that's the little guy. The tall one just got fired from Kinko's.

Kit: [mockingly] How will I choose?

Paula: Do you know I have a contract? I-I-I have... I have fiduciary responsibilities to uphold.

Kit: From a fiduciary standpoint, would you say that you had an orgasm?

[Paula gasps]

Tripp: So what do we do now?

Paula: Actually, it's... it's quite simple. You just have to decide. Do you want to spend the rest of your life having fun or do you want to spend it with me?

Tripp: Hmm...

Paula: Shut up! Not everything you say is perfect.

Tripp: We can have a LITTLE bit of fun, can't we? Huh?

Paula: Nothing like the threat of decapitation to make it a little more interesting.

[Paula pretends to be the girlfriend of one of her clients, as they sit in a coffee shop]

Paula: Hey, I mean, come on. Look at you. You're smart, you're attractive, you love the original "Star Wars" trilogy because it's all about storytelling, and myth, before C.G.I. ruined everything. I mean, come on. What girl wouldn't want to be with you?

Techie Guy: A shocking number, actually.

Paula: Well, you know what? It's their loss. You show me a guy who loves Empire and I'll show you a guy who's not afraid of his imagination. Like when Luke gets to the cave and he asks Yoda what's in there and Yoda says...

Techie Guy: [imitating Yoda's voice with Star Wars music playing in the background] ... Only what you take with you.

Paula: But he goes in anyway, because he's not afraid of his own mind!

Techie Guy: He's walking the path of the Jedi, that's why.

Paula: That's you! You're Luke!

Tripp: Take it you like Japanese food?

Paula: Oh, I love it. I'm also gonna order huge dessert, drink too much, and maybe talk about my old boyfriends.

Tripp: Yeah?

Paula: Does that intimidate you?

Tripp: Not at all.

Kit: Yeah, everyone from work went to T.G.I. Friday's, but I don't really like that place, or anyone I work with.

Paula: Oh, good, so then we can stay in and watch one of those drinking movies you like.

Kit: [sarcastically] Yeah.

Paula: Based on the initial personality assessment, I think that I can have your son moved out of this house and living on his own by June fifteenth.

Al: Hallelujah!

Paula: I had a nice time.

Tripp: I did, too.

Paula: Good.

Tripp: I had fun.

Paula: Good.

Kit: [screaming at the bird outside] SHUT UP! SHUT UP, YOU CRAZY BASTARD BIRD!

Paula: Hey, Kit.

Kit: What? Hi. Can you guys see me?

Paula: Yeah.

Tripp: Yeah.

Kit: Oh, great.

Tripp: What?

Paula: Dinner and a show.

[kisses him]

Paula: Good night.

Tripp: Good night.

Paula: [about the dog] He saved my life, you know.

Veterinarian: He did?

Paula: And now I can't do anything for him, and I...

Paula: I'm so glad you're here.

Tripp: Yeah, of course I am.

[about her dog]

Paula: Um, can I have a minute alone with him? Thank you.

Tripp: I'll be right outside.

Paula: Okay.

[Tripp leaves]

Paula: [to the Vet] Ah, thanks, Gretchen.

Veterinarian: Anytime.

Paula: Oh, gosh, Emotional Crisis Day is so critical. I cry, he cries. It totally bonds us. So how long do you think he's going to sleep for?

Paula: So do it. Buy a crummy old boat. Who cares, as long as you're out there.

Tripp: Well, I'm working on it. Thing is, you gotta be ready. I mean, it's a big commitment. And if you're not ready, you just end up, well, a lonely guy with a big boat payment.

Paula: Who says you have to be lonely?

Paula: [to Kit] Oh, Tripp is just cruising through the steps. In fact, I think tomorrow I'm gonna let him teach me something.

Paula: [at the end of a paintball game, she shoots an opponent who's been trash-talking to her throughout the game] Who's laughing now?

Sue: I don't know what to tell ya, honey, but, uh, that strict program o' yours?

Paula: Mm-hm.

Sue: You're gonna have to start deviating. He's breaking up with you.

Paula: What?

Sue: The only reason he ever brings girls home to meet us is 'cause he's gettin' ready to dump 'em.

Paula: Really? Well, that's not happening.

Kit: [finding out that Paula has set her up with Ace] No.

Paula: It's just coffee. You don't have to marry him.

Kit: First of all, that's the geeky computer guy. It's bad enough I have to go out with a loser who still lives with his mom, but you led me to believe that it was the handsome minimum-wage slacker.

Paula: No, I don't... I don't think that I did that.

Paula: Oh, my God. I am the worst person in the world.

Kit: Oh, hey, you're home. Great.

Paula: I have to break up with Tripp. I'm... I'm terminating my contract, and... I can't do it.

Paula: Oh, don't talk about Morris. All he cares about is his practical jokes.

Richard: I know, I know, I know, he's a percussionist, but still, that doesn't mean he's not a nice guy.

Paula: Remember Chicago? Fate? Kismet?

Richard: No, I don't remember, Paula. You got me drunk.

Paula: I hate to say "I told you so..."

Mary Fisher: But you just did, didn't you?

Paula: [to Mary] Go get a facial!

Paula: Sometimes I see the most beautiful thing and I just have to have it. I don't wanna take care of it or own it or love it, I just wanna take off all its clothes and see everything that's private. And I don't even wanna do it twice!

Paula: What do you live for?

Dag: Oh, days like this. How about you?

Paula: Vengeance. I'm vengeful.

Paula: I tried to kill myself when I was a kid.

Peter: Jesus, is suicide a female right of passage or something?

Paula: Women are 10 times more likely to attempt suicide and males are 4 times more likely to succeed, so you're bound to meet more female attempters because the male attempters are just, dead.

Peter: And you didn't try it again?

Paula: No... I'll be dead soon enough.

Paula: Oh, that's a beauty.

Harry Moseby: Yeah, but he didn't see it. He played something else and he lost. He must have regretted it every day of his life. I know I would have. As a matter of fact I do regret it, and I wasn't even born yet.

Paula: That's no excuse.

Paula: Where were you when Kennedy got shot?

Harry Moseby: Which Kennedy?

Paula: Any Kennedy.

Harry Moseby: When the president got shot, I was on my way to San Diego. Football game. When Bobby got shot, I was sitting in a car waiting for a guy to come out of a house with his girlfriend. Working on a divorce case. One of those times I wish I was in another business.

Paula: [of the uninhibited Delly] Did she offer you the key to the city?

Harry Moseby: Well, no. It was, uh, more like a sightseeing tour.

Paula: When we're all as free as Delly there'll be rioting in the streets.

Paula: How do you resist Delly?

Harry Moseby: Oh, I just think good, clean thoughts, like Thanksgiving, George Washington's teeth.

Paula: Do you ask these questions because you wanna know the answer or is it just something you think a detective should do?

Harry Moseby: [observing Paula, who is feeding dolphins in a special pen] What do you got 'em for?

Paula: Well, there's a big demand for dolphins. Lots of people want 'em, you'd be surprised. People buy them for their swimming pools. They think it's chic to have a dolphin for a pet. Like that craze for baby alligators in New York years back. When they got bored with 'em, they flushed them down the john. Now they got a sewage system swarming with blind, albino, shit-eating alligators.

Harry Moseby: [listening with a bemused look on his face] I'm not too sure I believe that.

Paula: You're not one of those "intent on the truth" types, are you?

Harry Moseby: Well, not religious about it, no, but I...

Harry Moseby: How long you been on the Keys?

Paula: Long enough.

Harry Moseby: And you don't like it?

Paula: I like the sun... I'm convalescing.

Harry Moseby: What from?

Paula: A terrible childhood. My father used to blow his nose with his fingers.

Harry Moseby: That'll do it every time.

Harry Moseby: What'd you do before this?

Paula: [coyly] This and that...

Paula: [pauses, gives him a look] I taught school, I... kept house. I waited tables... I did a little stripping, I did a little hooking... and I trod a lot of water.

Harry Moseby: Sounds kind of bleak. Or is it just the way you tell it?

Paula: [sharply] Do you ask these questions because you wanna' know the answer, or is it just something you think a detective should do?

Harry Moseby: I just want you to know I'm here.

Paula: I liked the way you took on Charlie today. Ain't many fish that would fuck with Chuck.

Jenny: I didn't know who I was messing with. Seems like Charlie and Edna have an understanding.

Paula: Yeah. Charlie's under and Edna's standing.

Joan: Oh, I could bite my tongue in half!

Paula: You'd have plenty left.

Paula: [to Chris] Isn't that Joan stupid? Poor dear, she's just not smart enough to be an idiot. Don't bother to show me out. I know the way. I always look for the exits in case of a raid.

Paula: [referring to Bob's time away from his wife while in the army] Two and a half years is a long time.

Bob Hunter: I managed it.

Paula: In the South Pacific. Try it on Wilshire Boulevard.

Paula: [as she hands a cup of coffee to Bob] There you are. It may not be good, but it's strong.

Paula: You ain't got to love me, but you gonna know that I love you.

Paula: You're my only. I'm your only.

Paula: [to Juan] You ever see the way he walk? You're gonna tell him why the other boys kick his ass all the time?

Paula: DON'T LOOK AT ME!

Paula: I need some money.

Chiron: For what?

Paula: That's my business! Don't you ask me no shit like that!

Chiron: [mumbling] I don't have any money.

Paula: No, no, don't lie to me boy! I'm your mama! That bitch over there ain't no kin yeah? I'm your blood! Remember?

[pause]

Paula: I ain't feeling good. I need something to help me out.

Paula: [sobbing] Come on baby. Come on baby.

Paula: Where did you go last night?

Chiron: Why?

Paula: Well, I'm your mama ain't I?

Paula: You know something, you ain't nothing special. You got no manners, you treat woman like whores and if you ask me you got no chance of being no officer.

Lynette: [justifying why she dumped Sid] I don't want no Okie from Muskogee! I can get that right here!

Mayo: You little bitch! Who the HELL do you think you are? Playing with people like that! He LOVES you! And you just *shit on him*!

[beat]

Mayo: You made this whole thing up, didn't you? There was never any baby, was there?

Lynette: Of course there was a baby! I would never lie about something like that! Would I, Paula?

[they look at Paula; Paula looks away]

Mayo: [stares at Lynette with disgust, then walks away] You selfish CUNT!

Paula: [stares at Lynette with disgust, then walks away] God help you.

Lynette: [as Zack and Paula are leaving] You're no different than I am, Paula!

Paula: Oh, yes I am!

Lynette: [as the door closes behind them] Oh, no you're NOT!

Bunny: Comes a time, right after survival training, they start to believe they can make it without you.

Paula: [referring to Zack] They said he'd already left, didn't know when he'd be back.

Bunny: If he ain't called by now Paula, he ain't gonna call.

[Paula runs out crying]

Lynette: [angrily] Bunny!

Bunny: [bitterly] May they all crash and burn.

[first lines]

Zev Gutman: [waking up] Ruth? Ruth?

Zev Gutman: [emerging from his room] Where's my wife?

Paula: Mr. Guttman! You can't be sneaking up on me like that!

Zev Gutman: Where is my wife? Where is Ruth?

Paula: I'm sorry, Mr. Guttman, your wife passed away about a week ago.

Zev Gutman: Ah.

[sitting down]

Zev Gutman: Oh. I'm sorry. Who are you?

Paula: My name's Paula. I was Mrs. Guttman's nursing aide. Your family asked me to stay on for another week or two. Let's get some breakfast. You'll be feeling better after breakfast.

[Jerry plays music making Nell cry]

Paula: Turn that thing off! What the hell do you think you're doin'? She's never heard music before.

Jerry: Hey! Sometimes people just do things! It's called impulse. Try it some time.

Paula: It's called doin' what you want when you want to, and not giving a shit about anybody else! I grew out of it by the age of six!

Paula: It's called doing whatever the hell you want whenever the hell you want to, and I grew out of it 'round about the age of six!

Paula: We shouldn't be watching this.

Jerry: Why not? I think she's beautiful.

Paula: Mmm-hmmm...

Jerry: You think I'm planning to abuse the doctor-patient relationship.

Paula: Are you?

Jerry: No. Just because I think she's beautiful doesn't mean I want to have sex with her. I mean, I think you're beautiful, but...

Paula: Thanks!

Jerry: No, wait. I didn't mean... I'm sorry...

Paula: It's ok, I'm a big girl!

Paula: To think I was going to be the one to change her life.

Jerry: Me too.

Mary: Don't you know? You were the first.

Paula: The first what?

Mary: To need her.

Paula: [seeing the Sheriff's wife crying] What happened to her?

Jerry: Nothing and everything. It hits her once in a while.

Paula: Is there any obvious cause?

Jerry: You want a list? Life's tough. But she's luckier than some. Got a good husband there.

Paula: [into her mic] She's been completely isolated. Almost certainly mentally retarded. A blood test will pick up childhood disease and any metabolic disorder.

Paula: [to Jerry] Oh, you carry a blood kit?

Jerry: You think she's gonna sit there and let me stick a needle in her?

Paula: [laughing, then matter of factly] I'll hold her.

[Paula takes off her jacket]

[Jerry ringing the bell of Paula's boat]

Paula: Hey.

Jerry: You sure can make it, roughin' it like this? I don't see an air conditioning unit. You ok about breathing raw air?

[Paula knocks on a box on the ceilling]

Jerry: Oh.

Paula: What is it with you and Nell?

Jerry: It's like... there's no one else in the world. Like she doesn't need anybody. Can you live your whole life that way, or does it drive you crazy in the end?

Jerry: 'Missa' - little. 'Erna' - big.

Paula: Tata?

Jerry: 'Tata'. Potalto. Just kidding. Frightened. 'Tata' - frightened. 'T'ee' - tree.

Paula: All the research shows that children who perceive their parents enjoying a good sex-life grow up to have far better sexual relationships themselves.

Jerry: Is that so?

Paula: Yea, that's so.

Paula: Is there anything I'm good at? What do I want to do? What do I like? Well, I'm going to find out.

May: Paula, is there anything I can do?

Paula: Ah, at last! God! Yeah! I've been thinking about it for a few days actually. I think... I think I would like to hit you. Do you understand that?

May: [matter of factly] Yes. Now?

[Paula nods affirmatively]

Smithy: Isn't there something morbid in burying one's heart with the dead?

Paula: That's a strange thing for you to say. Your capacity for loving, your joy in living, is buried in a little space of time you've forgotten.

Smithy: In some vague way, I still have...

Paula: ...hope?

Smithy: Yes, I suppose that's it.

Paula: Have you, Charles? Do you feel that there... really is someone? That someday you may find her? You may have... come so near her, may even have brushed her on the street... You might even have met her, Charles. Met her and not known her. It might be someone you know, Charles. It might... it might even be me.

Paula: Oh Smithy, You're ruining my makeup.

Paula: Smithy, do I always have to take the initiative? You're supposed to kiss me.

Paula: You are from the asylum, aren't you? Aren't you?

Smithy: Paula, it's - it's a lot of nerve, but - I'm - I've fallen in love with you. I'm asking you to marry me, on a - on a check for two guineas.

Paula: Smithy, don't ask me, please. I might take you up on it. I'm just that shameless. I've run after you from the very beginning; you know I have. I've never let you out of my sight since I first saw you in that little shop.

Smithy: I don't even know who I am.

Paula: Well, I know who you are. You're someone awfully nice.

Smithy: Miss Hanson.

Paula: Yes, Mr. Rainier.

Smithy: Owing to lamentable weakness of character I'm having lunch at the Savoy - with your approval, I understand.

Paula: I thoroughly approve.

Paula: [in the verge of tears] He'd resent me. He'd accept me. He'd pity me... And he'd resent me.

Sissy: [dealing cards] Let's play another game; it's called "Camp Blood".

Paula: [unenthusiastically] Great.

Sissy: See, each face card represents a counselor. The Queen of Hearts is me. Now which one do you want?

Paula: Sissy, I don't want to play.

Sissy: Okay, you can be the Queen of Diamonds. Now, we take this Jack, which is Jason and shuffle him into these piles which represent cabins. The goal of the game is to find out which cabin Jason is in!

Paula: You guys, I'm getting worried.

Cort: About Jason?

Paula: No, about Darren and Lizbeth. They should've at least called, don't you think? Megan?

Megan: What?

Paula: Hello?

Megan: Yeah.

Sissy: This girl's back in the jail cell with her prisoner of love. Don't be messing with no crazy jailbird, girl. Those dudes are bad news.

Megan: And how do you know?

Sissy: I've been around long enough to see plenty on TV.

Megan: TV?

[young Ricky has run over Paula's abusive boyfriend with a car]

Paula: Thank you.

Paula: [ironically] Oh for christ's sake what's wrong with me?

Paula: It's like this house doesn't want me to work... it doesn't want me to write this book

Paula: [on her novel so far] It's one of those crap novels you find in OXFAM! Smelling of fags and wee!

Paula: [Linda is rewritting her draft] Your my P.A... not my Ghost Writer

Paula: [on her childhood summers] They were hot... so hot... sometimes i could hardly breathe... like there wasn't enough air

Linda: Where do you think you're going with my work?

Sara Phillips: LINDA... Your biography... it's brillant... incredible i've never read anything like

Linda: Do you really think i'm going to let you walk out of here with all my work?

Sara Phillips: Where's Leo?

Linda: [gives an ugly grin] Oh he's up in the bedroom... you wanna see him?

Paula: [panicking] Sara get out of here... get out of here... while you can

Sara Phillips: Paula please... this isn't you

Paula: Sara please get out of here

Sara Phillips: [screams] I CAN'T... WHERE'S LEO?

[last lines]

Paula: [near tears] He's dead! I... KILLED... HIM!

Paula, Linda: [narrating from beyond the grave] Yeah... everything is just perfect

Linda: [paula has locked linda out] Stupid fucking bitch... I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU!

Paula: Where's Mrs Brown?

Linda: She's in the cellar... YOU FUCKING WHORE!

Paula: [on Gainer] Do you think he'll come back?

Linda: [turns round with a wicked ugly smile] Like I Said! There's nothing for you to worry about

Paula: [defiantly] They'll

[the house staff]

Paula: be back tommrow

Linda: [sneers] Fine well don't expect any work from ME TOMMROW!

[repeated line]

Linda: My brother WAS FUCKING MY BRAINS OUT... SINCE I WAS THIRTEEN... so i killed him. I RIPPED OUT HIS FUCKING SPLEEN WHILE HE WAS ONTOP OF ME!

Paula: I used to write. Then I used to paint. I think I'm going to be one of those people with a lot of potential who never really takes off.

Norwegian Man Who Dies with Paula: Those are always the best kind of people

Paula: It was like this big feast, and I was the main course.

Paula: Those creatures certainly picked the wrong house to buzz.

Paula: And some women find police work dull!

Julie: I've just been made Chief Executive Officer.

Nick: No shit. Congrats. Hey, we can leverage this for that Pacific Net job.

Julie: I thought you said they were about to go belly-up.

Nick: With all due respect, I wasn't talking to CEO material before.

Julie: Listen, I was a bit harsh on you before...let me buy you a drink.

Paula: OK.

[to waiter]

Paula: Martell XO supreme.

Waiter: That's twenty dollars a glass.

Paula: I'll have a double.

Paula: I like the sloppiness of real life.

[Julie is checking Nick's pulse]

Paula: Well?

Julie: I don't know...

Paula: What do you mean you don't know?

Julie: I'm not a fucking doctor!

Paula: If you were a man, you'd see a dominatrix twice a week. All CEOs have one. But we're women so we don't do things like that.