Storey Emmenthal Quotes in 8 ½ Women (1999)

Philip Emmenthal: How many directors do you think use films to fulfill their sexual fantasies?

Storey Emmenthal: Most of them, I think.

Storey Emmenthal: [his luck-charm phrase] Ear, chin, time one, time two, prick, foot, hand... and God.

Philip Emmenthal: I like sleeping. You were conceived in this bed.

Storey Emmenthal: You weren't sleeping then.

Philip Emmenthal: No... but I have a feeling your mother was.

Storey Emmenthal: Don't earthquakes make you feel very excited indeed?

Philip Emmenthal: No... emphatically, no.

Storey Emmenthal: It's the ultimate chance event! In this country, you know they are coming, but nobody - absolutely nobody - no expert, no geologist, no public relations man, no politician knows when. No predictions. No given advantages. Amazing. Besides, what about mother?

Philip Emmenthal: You aren't... gay, are you?

Storey Emmenthal: No... well, I love my own cock well enough, but I've never had enough enthusiasm for anyone else's.

[referring to the house]

Storey Emmenthal: I thought you had this re-decorated?

Philip Emmenthal: It was your mother's idea... but don't change the subject. How come you haven't got plans to marry?

Storey Emmenthal: Perhaps because I'm much in love with my prick to share it permanently. And that's probably your fault.

Philip Emmenthal: My fault?

Storey Emmenthal: Since I was eight years old, you put that big mirror on my wardrobe's door; and I wanted to be double jointed so I could kiss my cock goodnight before I went to sleep.

Philip Emmenthal: All this narcissism is rather boring, isn't it? Find yourself a woman. Get someone else to kiss your cock for you.

Storey Emmenthal: Let's go to a hotel.

Philip Emmenthal: No... it's to far away from her and she might want me...

Storey Emmenthal: How is that possible?

Philip Emmenthal: I might want her... you've never slept with a corpse, I take it.

[singing]

Philip Emmenthal: I'd like to get you on a slow boat to China...

Storey Emmenthal, Philip Emmenthal: All to myself... alone... Get you and keep you... in my arms evermore... leaving all your lovers weeping on a far away shore.

Storey Emmenthal: I love Latin. The grammar, the difficult tenses, the history... but for some reason I was very bad at it, shamefully and blushingly bad at it. In moments of stress the embarrassment of how bad I was at Latin, a subject I loved, really hit me. It was like being laughed at by someone you desperately loved.

Storey Emmenthal: Imagine a world without a fixed point.

Philip Emmenthal: I can - your mother is dead.

Storey Emmenthal: I'm thinking of making a film... about all this: our experiences.

Philip Emmenthal: Why make a film when you can live it? Most films are about people longing for something that they haven't got, and what they haven't got is sex and happiness... and we've got both. Or at least... I have.