Peggy Quotes in Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2 (2000)

Kim: Am I gonna have a problem with you too?

Peggy: No problem.

Kim: Ok then, lets go.

Peggy: Hmmmmmmm.

Kim: Look, either you ring this stuff up, or I call your manager.

Peggy: I am the manager.

Kim: Really?

Peggy: Mmhhmm, yeah.

Kim: Well then... PEGGY!

[Flicks her nametag]

Kim: Could you go tell the bitch at the front register to do her goddamn job!

Peggy: Get the hell outta here!

Kim: Not until I've completed my purchase.

Peggy: We don't like people like you around here.

Kim: You know what, I'm gonna make this so easy on you Peggy.

[Starts bagging the beer]

Peggy: I told you to get the hell outta here!

[Grabs Kim]

Kim: [Grabs Her throat] Touch me again, and I will rip out your goddamn throat!

Kim: And keep your motherfucking change!

Maximo: You cheated on me with a car salesman?

Peggy: No!... A little...

Peggy: Well, there is one thing that brings warmth to my heart.

[pause]

Peggy: Duckbill platypus.

Maggie Carpenter: No... that's only funny at Camp Birchwood in the tent at three in the morning and it's raining and my leg is the pole! That's the only time that's funny.

Peggy: Let's just give it a try.

Maggie Carpenter: [while fighting with her veil] Who makes these things?

Peggy: Calm down. The veil is not attacking you.

Peggy: Have you heard my husband's morning show? "Wake Up With Flem?"

Coach Bob Kelly: What is she doing?

Peggy: Uh, she's being the "bell" instead of the "ball".

Maggie Carpenter: Do you think I flirt with Cory?

Peggy: Good morning to you, too. You look good.

Maggie Carpenter: Thank you. Do you think I flirt with Cory?

Peggy: Yes.

Maggie Carpenter: I don't mean it.

Peggy: I know. I think sometimes you just sort of spaz-out with random excess flirtation energy and it just lands on anything male that moves.

Maggie Carpenter: On anything male that moves? As opposed to anything male that doesn't move?

Peggy: Like certain kinds of coral.

Peggy: I'm Peggy Fleming. Not the ice-skater.

Peggy: This is incredibly embarrassing, but I have reason to believe that my son has run off with your daughter.

Sue-Ann: I'm a shitty mother.

Peggy: Join the club.

[Closing lines]

Peggy: If you all didn't think I was crazy, I'm sure you will now. How do I explain the things I've said and done? How do I explain the person I've become? I know I've disappointed everyone and I'm sorry for that. I wish I was a more articulate person. I believe life is magical. It is so precious. And there are so many kinds of life in this life. So many things to love. The love for a husband or a wife, a boyfriend or girlfriend. The love for children. The love for yourself. And even material things. This is my love. It is mine. And it fills me and defines me. And it compels me on.

Peggy: It's nice to have a word that can describe you. I've never had that before.

Al: So, you ever been married?

Peggy: No. No... That I mean that I never, you know I guess I never... that... that... that never happened. But I think some people just aren't as... you know... I don't know. It's like that, I guess.

Peggy: I've always been disappointed by people. I've really only been able to count on my pets. I know it's pathetic, but...

Newt: Hey, it's not pathetic.

Peggy: But it's enough. It was enough last month and last week, and it'll be enough next week.

Peggy: So you were saying you had a dog who died when you were young?

Al: Tessie. I loved that dog. I had her since she was a puppy. We did everything together. She was my right-hand bitch... sorry, I mean in the dog way of being a bitch. Yeah, she died way too young. She was only six.

Peggy: Oh.

Al: Yeah.

Peggy: How did she die?

Al: I shot her in Wyoming. You want some more wine?

Peggy: I've always been disappointed by people. So... I've really only been able to count on my pets. I know it's pathetic, but...

Newt: Hey, it's not pathetic.

Peggy: ...but it's enough. It was enough last month and last week and it'll be enough next week, and... because of you, I've really been able to, acknowledge that part of my life in a deeper way, so... so thank you. And this just, you know, confirms what I already know, so...

Peggy: So, Layla says you don't want to get a dog - doesn't fit into your lifestyle.

Don: I'm never home.

Peggy: Well, I think you should get a dog.

Don: Yeah?

Peggy: Yeah. It teaches responsibility.

Don: Well, maybe I don't want to be responsible.

Peggy: Might keep you out of trouble.

Don: Yeah, how's that?

Peggy: I don't know. You're getting married... you could... you know, like go home and walk the dog instead of, I don't know... going to the mall and meeting other women - at Victoria's Secret, say?

[after Harold discovers he is in fact the "college boob"]

Peggy: Harold, you haven't been true to yourself - you've been pretending to be what you thought they wanted you to be. Stop pretending, Harold - be yourself! Get out and make them like you for what you really are and what you can do!

The Freshman: [Peggy is working on a crossword puzzle] I think I know the word for number 19 vertical - 'a name for the one you love.'

Peggy: You do?

The Freshman: Sweetheart.

Peggy: Darling.

The Freshman: Dearest.

Peggy: Precious.

The Freshman: Honeybunch.

The College Cad: I've got a new one on Speedy - he thinks he made the football team - and he's only the water boy!

Peggy: Harold Lamb has more spunk in his little finger than you have in your whole conceited make-up!

Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg: Let's talk to her...

[the gang chats up Carol]

Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg: So you left Detroit, huh?

Peggy: Her and her husband just come in on weekends.

Philip 'Cockeye' Stein: Yeah. Beats the seashore.

Peggy: She takes on guys while her hubby watches through the peephole.

Philip 'Cockeye' Stein: Beats the hell out of the movies!

Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg: I wonder what that jerk is up to in his cubbyhole?

Noodles: He must be wondering "Where is his fucking wife?"

[Peggy introduces the gang to Carol]

Peggy: You know these guys?

Carol: [looking at their faces] No, I don't think so. No. No, I'd remember a bunch of good-lookers like these.

[the gang ties bandanas around their faces]

Carol: Oh... well, how could I forget? There was... there was only one of you I got to know personally, though.

Max: Which one? Let's see how good a memory you've got for faces.

[They unbotton their flies, and a delighted Carol takes a long look at the four men in front of her]

Carol: [to Max] You!

Max: No, him.

[gestures to Max]

Noodles: We've been hanging out so long we're starting to look alike.

Max: Hanging out...

Carol: Charmed. You can call me Carol. We've already met. Pleasure.

Max: The pleasure... is all mine.

[kisses Carol]

Peggy: Come on, let's see if you can guess who it is...

Noodles: Charlotte russe, with a little too much whipped cream... Peggy.

Peggy: Hey, you watch it, now! And my prices, they've gone up. I work in a high-class joint now, and I get paid by the pound.

Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg: My Peggy, she's worth every penny of it too, my red-hot mama!

Cliff Taylor: What's the matter

Peggy: Nothing.

Cliff Taylor: Oh, you're just crying to make sure you haven't forgotten how.

Peggy: [singing, at the wake for Micheail] The old for her / The new that made me think / On Ireland dearly / While soft the wind blew down the glen / And shook the golden barley / 'Twas hard the woeful words to frame / To break the ties that bound us / But harder still to bear the shame / Of foreign chains around us / And so I said the mountain glen / I'll seek at morning early / While soft the wind blew down the glen / And shook the golden barley

Mae Doyle D'Amato: I'm tired of looking after men, I want to be looked after...

Peggy: Is that what you want from a man?

Mae Doyle D'Amato: Confidence! I want a man to give me confidence, somebody to fight off the blizzards and the floods, somebody to beat off the world when it tries to swallow you up. Huh, me and my ideas.

Earl Pfeiffer: [Peggy has just announced her engagement to Joe] Congratulations. I'm glad you put the guy out of his misery.

Peggy: Since when did you start recommending marriage?

Earl Pfeiffer: [Sardonically] Since I got my divorce.

[Peggy watches as Mae leaves to meet Earl]

Joe Doyle: [to Peggy] Maybe you'd like to go with her.

Peggy: Maybe.

Joe Doyle: That ring on your finger - what'd you put it there for? A decoration?

Peggy: She has a right to do what she wants to if she's in love.

Joe Doyle: In love! Listen to me, blondie. The woman I marry, she don't take me on a wait and see basis. I ain't a dress she's bringin' home from the store to see if it fits and if it don't, back it goes. In my book marriage is a two-way proposition: you're just as much responsible as I am. So, that little eye is gonna roam... if what you think is Joe's alright until somethin' better comes along... honey, you better take another streetcar. Well, what's it gonna be?

[she starts to cry and hugs him tight]

Tod: Peggy, did it ever occur to you that to me you'll always be young and beautiful? No matter how old you grow - I'll always remember you as you were the last day I saw you - young, beautiful, bright, exciting. No one who can see can say that to you. - - Peg, you're so beautiful... so beautiful outside, so rotten inside.

Peggy: You're no angel.

Tod: No. I guess we're two of a kind.

Peggy: [to Scott, who's clutching a dead man's life jacket he has found] If you're so afraid about ghosts, Lieutenant, what about that jacket you're holding?

Scott: What do you mean about - ghosts?

Peggy: I was merely suggesting you might be afraid of them.

Peggy: You even looked at me as if I were a ghost.

Scott: Well, what are you, anyway?

Scott: The hard thing, I guess, is to - know yourself.

Peggy: Yes, that is difficult. Anyway, what's the use?

Scott: Give in? What happens to you?

Peggy: You find a kind of peace. You don't care anymore.

Peggy: Have you ever had everything and suddenly had nothing? Nothing but ghosts? Oh, why should I bore you with this.

Scott: You're not! I think I understand. We're pretty much alike, aren't we?

Peggy: Yes. Yes, perhaps we are.

Scott: You're the first one who seems to know what I feel.

Tod: Nice young fellow. Don't you think so?

Peggy: Yes, he is. I like him.

Tod: A little dull though.

Peggy: Strong outdoor type.

Tod: You like that, don't you Peg? You always admired virility.

Peggy: We used to - drink a lot. We lived in a sort of strange state of excitement, always off balance, high pitched, tense, always just at the breaking point.

Scott: Do you love him?

Peggy: Love him? I hate him.

Scott: You're pretty well acquainted with this house, aren't you?

Peggy: Oh, I've been here before. Such a lovely place - a canary and everything. So domestic and - so dull.

Scott: Answer me Peggy, was there anything between you and Bill?

Peggy: Oh, for heaven's sake, Scott, what of it? You're not my husband.

Scott: Peggy, you're nothing but a...

Peggy: Go on. Say it - I'm a tramp. You're just finding that out?

Peggy: I wish I'd never heard of painting - or artists.

Peggy: If you would sell the paintings, you wouldn't have to worry about writing.

Tod: Peg, I've never been able to make you understand that those paintings are my eyes! Everything I saw in life, I set down on canvas. If I let them go I lose the last connection to the past - strong and alive.

Peggy: I was so proud of you: the great Tod Butler - fiery American painter who approached his canvas' like a prizefighter.

Mrs. Chase: I do think Peggy should have been chaperoned with young Mr. Seward on the same boat.

Peggy: Mother, this is 1940!

Maman Seward: Oh, did you and Bob have the same State Room?

Peggy: No, Mrs. Seward. Bob objected.

Mrs. Chase: Peggy!

Maman Seward: Whatever made the boy so prudish?

Peggy: [Sarcastically, while riding in Norman Foster's truck] Hey, do you think this thing will get me home in time? I got a date next week!