Peter Mitchell Quotes in The Stanford Prison Experiment (2015)

Peter Mitchell: Blow it out your ass, Mr. Correctional Officer!

Jack Holden: You're a good man, Peter.

Peter Mitchell: I'm a goddamn saint.

Jack Holden: Saint's a little much.

Peter Mitchell: [reading a review of a boxing match in a hushed, storytelling way] The champ caught Smith with a savage left hook...

Michael Kellam: What are you reading her?

Peter Mitchell: [responding to Michael in same tone] It doesn't matter what I read, it's the tone you use. She doesn't understand the words anyway, now where were we?

Rebecca: Jack has a baby?

Peter Mitchell: I realize such a concept tends to negate our belief in a benevolent God, but yes.

Peter Mitchell: There's a quarter of a million dollars in heroin in the diaper pail and the new baby wipes are in the hall cabinet.

Peter Mitchell: I'm an architect for Christ sake, I build 50 story skyscrapers, I assemble cities of the future, I can certainly put together a goddamn diaper.

Peter Mitchell: Where'd you put the baby powder?

Michael Kellam: Down the hall, I'll get it.

Peter Mitchell: What'd you put it out there for? We're bathing her in here.

Michael Kellam: It's just down the hall!

Peter Mitchell: Well, we're not bathing her in the hall, are we?

Michael Kellam: Well, maybe we should START, goddammit!

[Slams baby powder container on pool table, causing powder to pour everywhere]

Peter Mitchell: You're going to clean that up.

Jan: Baby take very, very much work.

Peter Mitchell: Thanks for telling me that, Jan, I did not know that. What is he, an idiot savant?

Peter Mitchell: Oh no, she doodled!

Jan: "Doodled". Ha ha.

Peter Mitchell: Yes, doodled! What's the matter, don't babies doodle in Hungary?

Jack Holden: [changing Mary] How do you put on these goddamn things?

Peter Mitchell: Figure it out for yourself, dickhead.

Jack Holden: Oh, no! Not on the silk sheets! Not on the silk sheets!

Rebecca: Where is Jack?

Peter Mitchell: He's in Turkey. Exactly where I'd be if my baby was in New York.

Grocer: How old is your baby?

Peter Mitchell: [Spreads his arms apart] About this old.

Peter Mitchell: How old is the baby?

Michael Kellam: I dunno, you want me to check her driver's license?

Sgt. Malkowitz: Feels as though she's ready for a change.

Michael Kellam: I'll do it.

Peter Mitchell: Babies. All they do is eat, sleep and poop.

Michael Kellam: Where the hell have you been? This baby hasn't stopped crying! And she did a doodle.

Peter Mitchell: A doodle? What's that...? Oh, forget it. I don't want to know.

Michael Kellam: Well you're gonna know, Pal, 'cause she did it.

Michael Kellam: [Finding a baby on their doorstep] That's a baby.

Peter Mitchell: I know it's a baby. What is it doing there?

Michael Kellam: It's sleeping.

Peter Mitchell: Look at this.

[Peter hands Jack a news clipping]

Peter Mitchell: This is your friend Paul Milner! 'Don't let this happen to you!'

Jack Holden: 'Commercial Director Hospitalized After Mugging'... they're trying to intimidate us, I hate that!

Peter Mitchell: I've had enough of this doo-doo!

Michael Kellam: I want to FINISH this, okay?

Peter Mitchell: Michael, you're going to have to wash where the poop was.

Peter Mitchell: I had to go to four different stores to buy four different kids of formula. Three different kids of diapers, bottles, towels, you have no idea how much crap these kids need.

Peter Mitchell: [to the baby] Your daddy's a dead man.

Peter Mitchell: [Mary is upset about leaving New York for England] Close your eyes. Can you see us?

Mary: [she has her eyes closed] No.

Peter Mitchell: Well, you're not looking hard enough. Look harder. Way in the back. Can you see us now?

Mary: Yeah.

Peter Mitchell: Ok what are we doing?

Mary: Michael's drawing, Jack's looking in the mirror, and you're watching basketball on TV yelling at Jack for not cleaning up the kitchen!

Peter Mitchell: Well, that sounds about right to me!

Peter Mitchell: [Also said in _Three Men and A Baby (1987)_] I'll give you $1,000 if you do it.

Peter Mitchell: [gets shocked by television] Ohhh shit!

Mary: You said the "S" word!

Peter Mitchell: No I didn't.

[gets shocked again]

Peter Mitchell: Ohhh shit!

Mary: What a crock.

Sylvia: Mary! Where did you hear that?

Peter Mitchell: [On the phone] What a crock!

Jack Holden: You love Sylvia and she loves you.

Peter Mitchell: She loves me?

Jack Holden: Yes!

Peter Mitchell: Then why is she marrying Edward?

Jack Holden: Because you never asked her.

Michael Kellam: [Peter is trying to unplug Mary's TV] Pete, are you listening to me?

Peter Mitchell: No, I'm electrocuting myself!

Sylvia: You are a selfish bastard!

Peter Mitchell: I'm selfish? At least I didn't leave my baby on a doorstep when she was six months old!

[Sylvia slaps Peter]

Sylvia: I think we need drinks.

Peter Mitchell: I think we need shovels.

Peter Mitchell: I think she knows that actors are just like regular people.

Jack Holden: [Enters dressed as Dracula] Good afternoon.

Peter Mitchell: Where are you gonna live?

Sylvia: London.

Jack Holden: London, England?

Michael Kellam: [Sarcastically] No, London, New Jersey.

Sylvia: Someone going to come to the airport to help me pick up my mother?

Peter Mitchell: Jack can you do it?

Jack Holden: Oh damn, I got that kidney operation this afternoon! What about you, Peter?

Peter Mitchell: Michael, I'll give you $1,000 if you'll do it!

Peter Mitchell: [on the phone] We're building an office block for 15,000 people, we can't put a bathroom on every other floor.

[pause]

Peter Mitchell: Well, what if they don't go before come to work?

Peter Mitchell: Marry me.

Sylvia: Why Peter? For Mary's sake? You don't have to do that now. I'm moving back to New York and living there and you can see as much of Mary as you like.

Peter Mitchell: It's not for Mary I'm doing this. I'm doing it for me. I love you.

Sylvia: No you don't.

Peter Mitchell: Yes I do. I love you. I love the way you walk, I love the way you laugh, I love the way when you get nervous you bite your bottom lip just like you're doing now, I love the way you love Mary,

[to the congregation]

Peter Mitchell: I even love her liver mousse. I love you and if there were no Mary, if there was nothing else I would still love you. And I want to make Mary all over again with you.

Jack Holden: You love Sylvia, don't you?

Peter Mitchell: Why do you say that?

Jack Holden: Don't you. Oh come on Peter, just say how you feel.

Peter Mitchell: All right, I love her.

Jack Holden: Yes! Man, I wish there was a category like this on Jeopardy, I'd clean up. So why don't you tell her?

Peter Mitchell: I'm scared.

Jack Holden: Of what? Getting married again?

Peter Mitchell: Yes. I love Sylvia. There, I've said it. I love her, I love her so much it hurts. But I'm scared, I'm scared of hurting her and Mary and you and Michael. And me.

Peter Mitchell: The primary school is...

Peter Mitchell, Michael Kellam, Jack Holden: ...the first watershed in a child's life.

Peter Mitchell: Have I said that before?

Peter Mitchell: Not in the last five minutes, Pete.

Michael Kellam: [after Mary's penis comment at the restaurant] You're overreacting.

Peter Mitchell: Yeah, what's a genital here and there?

Peter Mitchell: [to a farmer] Do you have a car we could borrow?

[farmer shakes his head]

Peter Mitchell: A horse? Anything that moves?

Peter Mitchell: [pointing to a set of armor] How do you take a leak in one of these things?

Barrow, Edward's Butler: Carefully, very carefully.

Peter Mitchell: Time to fish or cut bait.

Jack Holden: Oh that's really romantic. Honey it's time to fish or cut bait.

Peter Mitchell: [at the airport] Welcome, Mrs. Bennington.

Vera Bennington: Oh, Michael.

Peter Mitchell: Peter.

Michael Kellam: [Mrs. Bennington has just arrived] Couldn't you stay a little longer, Vera?

Peter Mitchell: I tried to change her mind.

Jack Holden: Did someone open a window in here? Burrr!

Sylvia: If you think about it, if Mary and I hadn't moved in a taken up a part of your live, you'd all be in very different situations right now.

Michael Kellam: We'd be married.

Peter Mitchell: We'd be divorced! You've saved us a fortune.

Peter Mitchell: [seeing a knight] Ah, a medieval version of permanent press.

Michael Kellam: [Peter, Michael, and Jack are discussing potential suitors for Sylvia] What about Edward?

Peter Mitchell: He's English.

Michael Kellam: So is Sylvia!

Jack Holden: Oh, no, that's an actor/director thing. They never last.

Edward Hargreave: [to Sylvia, who's looking out a window] What's the matter, darling?

Sylvia: I'm concerned about Mary.

Edward Hargreave: Oh, she'll come around. You'll see.

Sylvia: And I'm nervous about tomorrow.

Edward Hargreave: Don't you want to get married?

Sylvia: Yes, of course I do. I think so. I mean... yes, yes I do. But why do you ask?

Edward Hargreave: Everything's going to be fine. I promise you...

Peter Mitchell: [Peter and Michael come rushing in] You sonofabitch! You're planning on sending Mary to that boarding school!

Edward Hargreave: What are you talking about!

Michael Kellam: We went to Pileforth this afternoon.

Peter Mitchell: He's planning to send Mary there!

Sylvia: In five or six years, that's a possibility, yes...

Peter Mitchell: No, not in five or six years. Next term.

Edward Hargreave: That's not true.

Peter Mitchell: He's lying to you.

Edward Hargreave: Rubbish.

Michael Kellam: Then why was Miss Lomax measuring Mary?

Sylvia: Was she?

Michael Kellam: For a uniform.

Edward Hargreave: A gift. She asked me if she could give Mary a blazer.

Peter Mitchell: Why?

Edward Hargreave: Because she said that with all the presents Sylvia and I were going to get, Mary might feel left out.

Sylvia: I think that's a very sweet thought.

Edward Hargreave: Yes, I thought so.

Peter Mitchell: What a crock!

Jack Holden: Do you want to marry me?

Peter Mitchell: Jack!

Jack Holden: [to Sylvia] Wanna sleep on it?

Michael Kellam: She did that once before, Jack!

Jack Holden: Hey, shut up!

[turns back to Sylvia]

Jack Holden: Do you want to marry me?

Sylvia: No... but thank you for asking.

[first lines]

Peter Mitchell: Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future, and time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable. Or say that the end precedes the beginning, and the end and the beginning were always there before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now.

Peter Mitchell: Casals emphasized the good stuff, the things he enjoyed. He encouraged. And for the rest, leave that to the morons, or whatever it is in Spanish, who judge by counting faults. "I can be grateful, and so must you be," he said, "for even one singular phrase, one transcendent moment."