Receptionist Quotes in Spider-Man 2 (2004)

Peter Parker: Pizza time!

Receptionist: [looks at the clock on the wall] You're late. I'm not paying for those.

Wilee: You got a pickup for me?

Receptionist: You already got it.

Wilee: Positive I did not.

Receptionist: No, someone from your company.

Wilee: What did he look like?

Receptionist: He was prettier than me.

Receptionist: Mr Balveshman, you have a phone call...

Pugazhendi's Friend: Phone eh? Hello?

Boss: Mr Balvesham, I heard that you called our client "Poda Panni" ?

Pugazhendi's Friend: [to Boss] I have one spot in my...

Pugazhendi's Friend: [to Receptionist] What is English for "iduppu"?

Receptionist: Hip

Pugazhendi's Friend: [to Boss] ... hip. Somebody koothing. I am Kathhing.

Boss: What kind of behavior is this? I'll fire you...

Vadivelu's Uncle: [Poke]

Pugazhendi's Friend: Poda Panni!

Boss: What? You're telling me?

Vadivelu's Uncle: [Poke]

Pugazhendi's Friend: Get lost, Baldy!

Boss: Idiot! Keep the Phone down and come and collect your salary later...

Francis Li: Miss, where's Marydonna?

Receptionist: She should have finished her class. Maybe she's taking a shower. May I ask who's asking for her?

Francis Li: Mark Gor.

Receptionist: Well, Mark Gor, please fill out this survey.

Receptionist: Look, she's not seeing any clients today. Okay?

Shrek: That's okay, buddy. We're from the union.

Receptionist: The union?

Shrek: We represent the workers in all magical industries, both evil and benign.

Receptionist: Oh, of course.

Shrek: Are you feeling at all degraded or oppressed?

Receptionist: A little. We don't even have dental.

Shrek: They don't even have dental. Okay, we're gonna have a look around. And buddy, it would be better if the Fairy Godmother doesn't know about this. Know what I mean? Hmm?

Donkey: Hmm?

Shrek: Hmm?

Donkey: Huh? Huh? Huh?

Shrek: Stop it.

Shrek: Hi. I'm here to see...

Receptionist: The Fairy Godmother? I'm sorry, she's not here right now.

Fairy Godmother: [on intercom] Jerome! Coffee and a Monte Cristo! Now!

[Bowler Hat Guy goes to Inventco with Lewis's invention]

Bowler Hat Guy: Good day, madam. I'm here to change the future.

Receptionist: Yes, sir?

Bowler Hat Guy: I must speak with the man in charge immediately.

Receptionist: Yes, sir.

Bowler Hat Guy: I have an appointment with destiny!

[Receptionist turns, revealing the headset in her ear]

Receptionist: Very good, sir. I'll let Smith know and I'll have your dry cleaning delivered directly to your suite.

Bowler Hat Guy: Huh?

Receptionist: [hangs up] Now, what time is your appointment?

Bowler Hat Guy: Uh... are you talking to me?

Receptionist: Yes. What time is your appointment?

[Doris beeps, motions to the clock]

Bowler Hat Guy: Uh... big hand on the... oh! Two o'clock.

Receptionist: You're the two o'clock?

Bowler Hat Guy: Yes, I am!

Receptionist: [suspiciously] You're Mary Johnson?

Bowler Hat Guy: Um... yes. Mary's short for... um...

Receptionist: Marion?

Bowler Hat Guy: Um... can that be a boy's name?

Receptionist: Yes.

Bowler Hat Guy: Then yes!

Receptionist: [sighs] Have a seat.

Bowler Hat Guy: Oh, goody!

Receptionist: Does he have Alzheimer's?

David Grant: No, he just believes what people tell him.

Receptionist: That's too bad.

Receptionist: [after telling Woody he hasn't won the money] I can give you a free gift. Would you like a hat or a seat cushion?

David Grant: Dad. Do you want a hat or a seat cushion?

Woody Grant: I'll take a hat.

[Talking to the receptionist of a Record Company]

Receptionist: There are no gay artists on this label. I'm sorry.

Mark: They don't have to be gay. That's the point. This is a coming together of all different people...

[Phone Rings, The Receptionist Answers and Shoo's Mike and Mark Away]

Mark: [as They Leave the Building, Mark Runs Off to the Side]

Mike: What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?

[Mark is Writing on the Wall Underneath Two Posters]

Mark: That's the number for Gay Switchboard. You never know. One of them might need it one day.

[the Two Posters are Revealed to Be of Soft Cell and Elton John]

[first lines]

receptionist: [answers the telephone] International Tobacco. Yes. Just a moment, please.

Arnold Rothstein: [Rothstein hands a card to the receptionist] I'd like to see Mr. Simmons, please.

receptionist: Oh yes, you're expected. Go right in.

[in the waiting room of the afterlife]

Barbara: Adam, is this what happens when you die?

Receptionist: This is what happens when *you* die.

[points at a gaunt man smoking]

Receptionist: That is what happens when *he* dies.

[points at a woman cut in half on the sofa reading]

Receptionist: And that is what happens when *they* die. It's all very personal. And I'll tell you something: if I knew then what I know now...

[shows her slit wrists]

Receptionist: ...I wouldn't have had my little accident.

[the dead people laugh]

[In the afterlife waiting room]

Receptionist: Number fifty-four million six hundred and one... Ferndoch.

Lenny Haise: So how long have you worked at Play-tone?

Receptionist: How long have you been wearing such tight pants?

Lenny Haise: Hey, if that's a pick-up line we're a match made in heaven.

Receptionist: I can't resist! You usually move through here so quickly and I just have so many questions I want to ask you. You have no idea what your work means to me.

Melvin Udall: What does it mean to you?

Receptionist: [stands up] When somebody out there knows what it's like...

[place one hand on her forehead and the other over her heart]

Receptionist: ... to be in here.

Melvin Udall: Oh God, this is like a nightmare.

[Turns around and presses the elevator button multiple times]

Receptionist: Oh come on! Just a couple of questions. How hard is that?

[Scampers up to Melvin]

Receptionist: How do you write women so well?

Melvin Udall: I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.

Jeff: Crap that's Alex's intercom.

[answers Alex's intercom and impersonates him]

Jeff: Yello?

Receptionist: Delivery at the front desk for you, Alex.

Jeff: Cool! I hope it's a naked dude with a boner!

Receptionist: What?

Jeff: Nothing.

Receptionist: I do have a reservation here for a Nick Webber-Agnew.

Lou: [overhears Nick's name] ... Webber-Agnew?, Webber *fucking* Agnew?, you took your wife's last name?

Nick: It's progressive, a lot of dudes are doing it.

Receptionist: [phone rings] Fort Worth College of Court Reporting.

Walter: I need to find my mom. She's a student there.

Receptionist: I'm sorry, we're closed.

Walter: It's an emergency, please. Her name's Mae - Mae Coleman.

Receptionist: [looks for Mae Colman in a little drawer] No, I'm sorry, there's no Mae Coleman registered here.

Walter: [brief pause] Oh! Try Mae Carter.

Receptionist: No, I'm sorry.

Walter: Mabel Cartwright? Made Calloway? Donna Tompko?

Receptionist: Young man, are you in some sort of trouble?

Walter: She's gotta be there! She just started.

Receptionist: Listen, our classes started back in January. No one could have possibly just started.

[Walter finds out the truth knowing Mae was lying]

Receptionist: Hello? Hello? Hello?

[Walter hangs up the phone]

Mrs. Spencer's friend: Ooh, look at Sidney's miniatures.

Mrs. Spencer: Hmmm. Sure sign of a petty mind!

Receptionist: They've been waiting half and hour, Mrs. Spencer. Would you mind seeing the art exhibit later?

Mrs. Spencer: All right.

[to her friend]

Mrs. Spencer: Art exhibit my foot!

Receptionist: May I help you Dr...?

Fletch: Oh, it's me, Dr. Rosenpenis. I'm just here to check out Alan Stanwyk's file.

Receptionist: Dr. who?

Fletch: Dr. Rosenrosen, I'm here to get to the records room.

Receptionist: What was that name again?

Fletch: It's Dr. Rosen, I want to check the records room.

Receptionist: Dr. who?

Fletch: Dr. Rosen. Where's the records room?

Receptionist: [handing Fletch a cup of coffee] Sugar, Mr. Poon?

Fletch: No, never, never.

Receptionist: [to Dr. Pincus] Okay, my opinion is that you didn't make sense just now.

Receptionist: [knocking] Barry! Mayor Moochmore!

Barry Moochmore: [through locked door] I'm in conference!

Receptionist: There's an emergency at home.

Jean: [door opens. A lady sits on the bed, dishevelled, make-up smudged, adjusting her clothing. She points to a painting on the wall] I painted that.

Barry Moochmore: I'm helping Jean widen her access road.

Receptionist: This is a sex clinic, we don't deal with the finished product here.

Receptionist: Go sign the duplicate and come back after lunch.

Clooney: I'm not having lunch.

Receptionist: Well I am.

Receptionist: Mr. Wallace, she isn't on the list.

Mr. Wallace: Don't be so technical, Miss Stevenson. Was America on Columbus' map?

[Bardo arrives at the job agency holding the few clothes he managed to keep the landlord from taking]

Thomas Bardo: I'm Thomas Bardo. I have a one o'clock appointment.

Receptionist: Take a seat.

[She nods at the clothes]

Receptionist: Keep all that on your person.

Thomas Bardo: Seat? But I have an appointment.

Receptionist: Take a seat.

Thomas Bardo: But I have a one o'clock appointment and it's one now. I was almost late.

Receptionist: Sir, I don't wanna have to tell you again. Take a seat.

Thomas Bardo: But I have an...

Receptionist: Sir.

Thomas Bardo: All right, thank you. I'll take a seat, thank you.

Receptionist: Keep all that on your person.

Receptionist: You look like you've traveled here.

Freddie Quell: How else do you get someplace?

Receptionist: You know you can't smoke in here.

Tyler: Why do you have an ashtray?

Receptionist: It's a bowl, it completes the room.

Tyler: [looks disbelieving] This is a bowl?

[puts out his cigarette]

Tyler: I guess it was just here to tease me.

Receptionist: [at the hospital] One more time sir, who do you mean by 'the sick'?

Brad Macallam: Madame - I mean the sick, in general.

Receptionist: Sir, you can't visit the sick in general.

Brad Macallam: Can I at least buy a pillow for the sick?

Receptionist: Can I help you?

Harold Kunkle: Yes! Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Life has given me lemons, and I'm going to make lemonade. I got a tiger by his tail and he's mean! I got a stiff upper lip and a tight ass.

Receptionist: Uh-huh. Well what can I do for you?

Receptionist: Some day you'll drown in a vat of whiskey!

The Great Man: Drown in a vat of whiskey. Death, where is thy sting?