Suzy Quotes in Moonrise Kingdom (2012)

Sam: I feel I'm in a real family now. Not like yours, but similar to one.

Suzy: I always wished I was an orphan. Most of my favorite characters are. I think your lives are more special.

Sam: I love you, but you don't know what you're talking about.

Suzy: I love you, too.

Sam: Why do you always use binoculars?

Suzy: It helps me see things closer. Even if they're not very far away. I pretend it's my magic power.

Sam: That sounds like poetry. Poems don't always have to rhyme, you know. They're just supposed to be creative.

Sam: [In the women's dressing room] What kind of bird are you?

Sparrow: [Starting to point to the other actresses] I'm a sparrow, she's a dove...

Sam: [Cutting her off] No. I said...

[Points to Suzy]

Sam: What kind of bird are YOU?

Suzy: I'm a raven.

Suzy: We're in love. We just want to be together. What's wrong with that?

Sam: What happened to your hand?

Suzy: I got hit in the mirror.

Sam: Really? How did that happen?

Suzy: I lost my temper at myself.

Sam: Those sons of bitches, they got him right through the neck.

Suzy: Was he a good dog?

Sam: Who's to say? But he didn't deserve to die.

Suzy: It feels hard.

Sam: Do you mind?

Suzy: I like it.

Cousin Ben: [walking briskly] Is this him?

Sam: Field Mate Sam Shakusky, Troop 55, resigned.

Cousin Ben: [dramatically] He's hot. Almost too hot. What's in the can?

Redford: $76, but it's mostly in nickels.

Cousin Ben: Give it to me.

[to Sam]

Cousin Ben: Your badge in seamanship?

Sam: Yes, sir.

Cousin Ben: Good. There's a cold water crabber moored off Broken Rock. The skipper owes me an IOU. We'll see if he can take you on as a claw cracker. It won't be an easy life, but it's better than shock therapy.

Sam: Thank you, sir. By the way, where's the chapel tent?

Cousin Ben: Back there, but the padre's home with the mumps. Why do you ask?

Sam: I want to bring my wife.

Cousin Ben: [stopping abruptly]

Suzy: But we're not married yet.

Cousin Ben: You his girl?

Suzy: Yeah.

Cousin Ben: Technically, I'm a civil law scrivener. I'm authorized to declare births, deaths, and marriages. You're kind of young. You got a license?

Sam, Suzy: No.

Cousin Ben: I can't offer you a legally binding union. It won't hold up in the state, the county, or frankly, any courtroom in the world, due to your age, lack of a license, and failure to get parental consent. But the ritual does carry a very important moral weight within yourselves. You can't enter into the contract lightly. Look into my eyes. Do you love each other?

Suzy: Yes, we do.

Cousin Ben: Think about what I'm saying. Are you sure you're ready for this?

Suzy: Yes, we are.

Cousin Ben: [to nobody in particular] They're not listening to me. Let me rephrase it.

Suzy: We're in a hurry.

Cousin Ben: Are you chewing gum? Spit out the gum, sister. In fact, everybody.

[collecting up spit out gum]

Cousin Ben: I don't like the snappy attitude. This is the most important decision you've made in your lives. Now go over by the trampoline and talk it through before you give me another quick answer...

Suzy: These are my books. I like stories with magic powers in them. Either in kingdoms on Earth or on foreign planets. Usually I prefer a girl hero, but not always.

Sam: It's possible I may wet the bed by the way. Later, I mean.

Suzy: Okay.

Sam: I wish I didn't have to mention it but just in case. I don't want to make you be offended.

Suzy: Of course, I won't.

Walt Bishop: Be advised, the two of you will never see each other again. Those were your last words. Do you understand?

Suzy: I'd be careful if I were you. One of these days, somebody's gonna get pushed too far. And who knows what they're capable of?

Walt Bishop: Is that a threat?

Suzy: It's a warning.

Lionel: You're a traitor to our family.

Suzy: Good! I want to be.

Suzy: I think you've still got lightning in you.

Sam: Sometimes I stick leaves on my hair. It helps cool your head down.

Suzy: Hmm. That's a good idea. It might also help if you didn't wear a fur hat.

Suzy: Molly's right. I do go berserk.

Laura Bishop: We women are more emotional...

Suzy: I hate you.

Laura Bishop: Don't say "hate".

Suzy: Why not? I mean it.

Laura Bishop: You think you mean it, in this moment. You're trying to hurt me.

Suzy: Exactly.

Suzy: I know what you do with that sad, dumb policeman.

Laura Bishop: [long shocked stare] He's not dumb... But I guess he is kind of sad.

Laura Bishop: Poor Suzy. Why is everything so hard for you?

Suzy: We're in love. We just want to be together. What's wrong with that?

Sam: I got sand in my mouth.

Suzy: Oh!

Suzy: It doesn't make me feel very good. I found this on top of our refrigerator.

[Pulls out a book "Coping with the very troubled child"]

Sam: Does that mean you?

Suzy: I think so, yeah.

Sam: [Sniffs twice] You smell like perfume.

Suzy: Oh, it's my mother's!

Sam: Hm! Hm!

Suzy: We might have to swim for it.

Sam: How deep is it? I didn't bring my life jacket.

Suzy: I don't know but if it's too shallow, we'll break our necks anyway.

Suzy: You can touch my chest. I, uh... I think they're gonna grow more.

Sam: I'm sorry.

Suzy: Oh, it's okay!

Sam: I'm on your side.

Suzy: I know.

Betty Childs: [in the Pi's bathroom] Listen, if Stan calls tell him I'll call him back, okay?

Suzy: Okay.

Lewis: [Betty opens the shower curtain and finds Lewis; gasps] Panty raid!

[Betty screams; Lewis laughs, chasing her]

Betty Childs: That nerd saw me naked!

Sam Baldwin: She wants to meet me at the top of the Empire State Building. On Valentine's Day.

Suzy: It's like that movie.

Sam Baldwin: What movie?

Suzy: An Affair To Remember. Did you ever see it?Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr. She's gonna meet him at the top of the Empire State Building... only she got hit by a taxi. And he waited and waited. And it was raining, I think. And then... she's too proud to tell him... that she's, uh...

[starts to cry]

Suzy: crippled. And he's too proud to find out why she doesn't come. But he comes to see her anyway. I forget why, but, oh... Oh, it's so amazing when he comes to see her because...

[crying more]

Suzy: he doesn't even notice that she doesn't get up to say hello. And he's very bitter. And you think that he's just gonna walk out the door... and never know why she's just lying there, you know, on the couch... with this blanket over her shriveled little legs.

[sobbing]

Suzy: Are you all right? - She's fine. Suddenly he goes, "I already sold the painting." And he like goes to the bedroom... and he looks and he comes out and he looks at her and he kind of just... They know and then they hug. And it's so...

[trails off crying]

Jamie MacDonald: Ah, right, Frank and Nancy Sinatra. I've got good news for you. You're NOT fired. That's great news, isn't it?

Michael Rodgers: Well, it sounds ominous.

Jamie MacDonald: We want to get Liza Weld's PWIP PIP out there properly, in the public domain. We just need to refine it a bit.

Michael Rodgers: What do you want to refine?

Jamie MacDonald: Just mess it up. Move the paragraphs. Change the name of the main informant.

Michael Rodgers: Well, that's a complete fabrication.

Jamie MacDonald: Changing his name doesn't matter. Do you think he's really called Ice Man? Huh? "To Mr and Mrs Man, a son... Ice." So, change it to another name. What's the name of the fuck with the fiddle?

Michael Rodgers: This happens to be Debussy.

Suzy: Debussy.

Jamie MacDonald: Well, we'll change it to Debussy, then.

Michael Rodgers: No, we will not!

Jamie MacDonald: Now, your prints are gonna be all over this, Michael, but that's the only way you can save your job, you leaky fuck.

Michael Rodgers: Don't make me do this.

Suzy: It wasn't him.

Michael Rodgers: Somebody must have come in there and used the fax machine. It could have been anyone.

Jamie MacDonald: Fax machine? Ah, no! Don't worry about that. No, I made that up. No, the document was leaked by e-mail. It's just, the fax machine was there, and it's easier to kick. Come on, Thick White Duke! Come with me.

Toby Wright: Suzy, this is probably going to sound a bit odd under the circumstances, but...

Suzy: A quickie?

Toby Wright: No. Thank you, but no. It's about Liza. Liza wrote a paper, it's called PWIP PIP.

Michael Rodgers: PWIP what?

Toby Wright: PWIP PIP.

Michael Rodgers: Who wrote that? Charles Dickens?

Toby Wright: Post War Planning Implications...

Suzy: Yeah, all right.

Toby Wright: Right. I think, it could, if it was leaked, stop this kind of rush towards a war, you know, too quickly, that sort of thing. Just if it was leaked.

Suzy: You are such a coward. Take your backlog of Mojo and your shit clothes and your eighth of dope and your flute and piss off.

Suzy: [On the phone] Oh, hi Rod, I just wanted you to know that there's some guy outside with a guitar serenading Kath!

Suzy: The thing is, we're starting with Criminal Justice.

Poppy: Is that your first exam?

Suzy: Yeah, it's crap. If we had Cyber Crime first, or like, Crime and Pleasure, I could ease myself into it. No probs.

Helen: [somewhat patronizingly] I just want you to be happy, that's all.

Poppy: I am happy.

Helen: I don't think you are.

Poppy: I am! I love my life. Yeah, it can be tough at times, that's part of it, isn't it? I've got a great job, brilliant kids, lovely flat.

[points at Zoe, laughs]

Poppy: I've got her to look at. I've got amazing friends. I love my freedom. I'm a very lucky lady, I know that...

Helen: [annoyed] Alright, there's no need to rub it in.

Poppy: What? What am I rubbing in?

Helen: I know what you're saying.

Poppy: What am I saying?

Helen: You think I've taken the easy option.

Zoe: Hey, hang on, Helen. She didn't say that.

Helen: That's what she meant.

Poppy: No I didn't.

Suzy: Now you're just blatantly insecure about your own life.

Poppy: [trying to keep the peace] Alright, Suzy...

Helen: That's not true.

Suzy: Then why are you trying to control everyone else?

Suzy: [handing Jimmy a hotdog] ...I toasted it just the way you like.

Jimmy Flaherty: How'd you do that? There's no toaster around here.

Suzy: I used my curling iron.

Suzy: [Talking about Doc] So he's just hiding out.

Fauna: He ain't hiding out. He just ain't putting his self forward for comment, that's all.

Finch: [takes out a notebook] You might give me the names of all the other boys you know, that you go out with.

Suzy: All of them? I hope you've got plenty of paper.

Finch: Well, I could believe there'd be a long list.

Suzy: Oh, Mr Finch!

[first lines]

Suzy: When people visit Sunshine Hills, they comment on the beauty, and the serenity. What they don't talk about, is the real theater resides in our minds. I recall the exact moment that our fear was born. It started when the teenage girls in our neighborhood were being abducted. And number 46 - the *bad* house, with an equally dubious history of rape, and murder - very few tenants.