Vicky Quotes in Animal (2014)

Vicky: I can't run anymore!

Krrish: Welcome to the team!

Vicky: Team? I am a part of your team?

Krrish: Anyone who takes away tears and spreads happiness is Krrish. But you must promise you won't try to imitate me by climbing, jumping, or leaping off buildings.

Tong Po: Hello, Mrs. Sloan. I hope that you had a pleasant trip across the border.

Vicky: Who are you? Why have you brought me here?

Tong Po: Maybe you've heard of me - Tong Po.

Vicky: I've heard of you. You're the pig that framed my husband!

Tong Po: I am afraid so, however I thought I would make it up to him by taking care of his little wife.

Bill: [as Tong Po starts raping her] Go, Po.

[the rules of Fight Club, as seen in the trailer]

Vicky: Only two people per fight!

Karan: No weapons!

Somil: The left hand rule...

Dhiku: Once and for all, right?

Anna: Fight Club has only ONE rule: there are no rules!

Melissa: I am tired of the club scene!

Vicky: So are the baby seals!

Melissa: [about Helen] Has she ever held on to a man?

Vicky: Only by the throat.

Stacy: You know what, I think I'd let him put it in my butt. I'm not really into the butt thing but I would let him go to town back there.

Vicky: I'm with you.

Jessica: You've never had an orgasm? Not even manually?

Vicky: I've never tried it.

Jessica: You've never double-clicked your mouse?

Vicky: [discussing Kevin difficulties saying he love her] Maybe the words aren't that important. It's like, I know he really cares about me, you know even if he can't say if he does. And yeah, he always talks about sex, but that's ok cause he's a guy, right?

Jessica: He's got a dick, he's a guy.

Vicky: Right.

[Talking to Vicky while she's hanging clothes back up on the racks at work]

Jessica: If a guy tells you how many girls he's hooked up with, it's not even close to that. You take that number and divide it by three, then you get the real total. OK, so if Kevin is saying it's been three girls it's more like one or none.

Vicky: None?

Jessica: The rule of three. It's an exact science. Consistent as gravity.

Del: Okay, we're solving for "n".

Vicky: But that's a letter. I thought this was math.

Del: It's algebra. That is math.

Vicky: Oh...

Vicky: Del, it's raining cats and dogs. Don't step in the poodles.

Frank: I swear I don't know where they are.

Regina: Frank, do you want us to torture you, or what?

Frank: You already are torturing me.

Vicky: Don't hurt him, darling.

Evelyn Roy: Frank, you have to tell us where they are. We have a major crisis on our hands.

Lena: I'll let you borrow my boxing gloves, Frank.

Frank: Oh Jeez.

Randy: I think proms are stupid.

Vicky: God, I would've given anything to go to the prom if I had a girlfriend in high school.

Lena: I went to the prom with a girl.

Vicky: Going with your sister doesn't count, Lena.

Lena: She's a good dancer.

Regina: Don't tell me you wouldn't want to go to the prom with your girlfriend, Randy.

Randy: First off, I don't have a girlfriend. Second off, I think proms are stupid. And third off, if I went to the prom, I would go with Frank.

Lena: Frank's a good dancer.

Lena: [Reading off the nutritional facts on a bag of chips] Mono and diglycerides...

Vicky: Lena, if you don't stop reading that stuff out loud, I'm going to kill you.

Vicky: I need an A to graduate, and I'd be willing to do *anything*.

Charlie: So, tell me about your mum. Uh, what kind of person does she normally go out with?

Vicky: No one.

Charlie: ...Good. Uh, what does she like? What is she comfortable with?

Vicky: Fish. We're fish people. We come from generations of fish people. She's comfortable with fish.

Charlie: All right, yeah. I can work with that.

Vicky: "Yah, Yah, Yah."

Vicky: You really like my ma, don't you?

[Charlie nods]

Vicky: Course you like my ma. She's the best and she deserves better than she's got!

Vicky: You can't predict what I'll say, but you can predict I'll say it.

Vicky: You know, one professional to another. I wish I'd met someone like you when I was a little girl.

Vicky: So, uh, tell me why, why won't your father publish his poems?

Juan Antonio: Well, because, ungh, he hates the world and that's his way of getting back at them, to create beautiful works and then to deny them to the public, which I think it's...

Vicky: My god.

Juan Antonio: Hmmm.

Vicky: Oh, what makes him so angry toward the human race?

Juan Antonio: Because after thousands of years of civilization they still haven't learned to love.

Juan Antonio: American?

Cristina: I'm Cristina, and this is my friend Vicky.

Juan Antonio: What color are your eyes?

Cristina: Uh, they're blue.

Juan Antonio: Well, I'd like to invite you both to come with me to Oviedo.

Vicky: To come where?

Juan Antonio: To Oviedo. For the weekend. We leave in one hour.

Cristina: What- Where is Oviedo?

Juan Antonio: A very short flight.

Vicky: By plane?

Juan Antonio: Mmm-hmm.

Cristina: What's in Oviedo?

Juan Antonio: I go to see a sculpture, that is very inspiring to me. A very beautiful sculpture. You will love it.

Vicky: Oh, right. you're asking us to fly to Oviedo and back.

Juan Antonio: Mmmm. No, we'll spend the weekend. I mean, I'll show you around the city, and we'll eat well. We'll drink good wine. We'll make love.

Vicky: Yeah, who exactly is going to make love?

Juan Antonio: Hopefully, the three of us.

Juan Antonio: Well, now that the day's almost over, is it reasonable of me to ask you if you'll both join me in my room?

Vicky: Oh, come on, I thought we'd settled that.

Cristina: Vicky's just trying to say that she's engaged to be married, that's all.

Juan Antonio: Great. Then these are her last days of freedom.

Vicky: No. Look, I'm not free. I'm committed. You know what my theory is? And when I drink, I get brutally frank. I think that you're still hurting from the failure of your marriage to Maria Elena, and you're trying to lose yourself in empty sex.

Juan Antonio: Empty sex? Do you have such a low opinion of yourself?

[first lines]

Narrator: Vicky and Cristina decided to spend the summer in Barcelona. Vicky was completing her master's in Catalan Identity, which she had become interested in through her great affection for the architecture of Gaudí. Cristina, who spent the last six months writing, directing, and acting in a 12-minute film which she then hated, had just broken up with yet another boyfriend and longed for a change of scenery. Everything fell into place when a distant relative of Vicky's family who lived in Barcelona offered to put both girls up for July and August. The two best friends had been close since college and shared the same tastes and opinions on most matters, yet when it came to the subject of love, it would be hard to find two more dissimilar viewpoints. Vicky had no tolerance for pain and no lust for combat. She was grounded and realistic. Her requirements in a man were seriousness and stability. She had become engaged to Doug because he was decent and successful and understood the beauty of commitment.

Vicky: [while talking on her cellphone to Doug] Yeah, I miss you, too.

Narrator: Cristina, on the other hand, expected something very different out of love. She had reluctantly accepted suffering as an inevitable component of deep passion, and was resigned to putting her feelings at risk. If you asked her what it was she was gambling her emotions on to win, she would not have been able to say. She knew what she didn't want, however, and that was exactly what Vicky valued above all else.

Cristina: [Looking at a sculpture of Jesus] Are you very religious?

Juan Antonio: No, no, no, no, I'm not. The trick is to enjoy life, accepting it has no meaning whatsoever.

Cristina: No meaning? You don't think that authentic love gives life meaning?

Juan Antonio: Yes, but love is so transient. Isn't it? I was in love with a most incredible woman... and then in the end...

Vicky: Yes?

Juan Antonio: She put a knife into me.

Cristina: My God, that's terrible!

Vicky: Well, maybe you did something to deserve it.

Vicky: Oh, God, look, I wouldn't call our reluctance to leap at your sexual offer being over-analytical. If you would care to join us for some recognized form of social interaction, like a drink, then we'd be fine, but otherwise, I think you should try, you know, offering to some other table.

Juan Antonio: Mm-hm. What offended you about the offer? Surely not that I find you both beautiful and desirable.

Vicky: Offended me, no. It's very amusing, galling, to be honest,

Judy: Vicky... you're, you're getting your master's in something within...

Vicky: Yeah, my master's in, uh, Catalan identity.

Judy: Ah well.

Mark: What do you plan on doing with that?

Vicky: Oh... God, I don't know, uh, maybe teaching, maybe curating.

Judy: Well... you don't have to do something, you know.But she's marrying this wonderful man in the fall and all of her conflicts will be resolved when he makes her pregnant.

Holly Kennedy: Will you listen to him?

Vicky: What?

Holly Kennedy: He's obviously worried about this. Look at him... he's pale.

Vicky: Who are you to tell me how to talk to my husband?

Holly Kennedy: I'm saying you shouldn't push this on him, if he doesn't want to do it.

Vicky: I'll push whatever the hell I want on him. He's my husband. I want this apartment, we're doing this.

Holly Kennedy: Say no, Ted!

Vicky: It is amazing to me that you are still talking. Ted, don't listen to her.

Holly Kennedy: Ted, she's being a tyrant. She's got your balls on one of those things that you know, uh, clink back and forth. You know what I mean?

Vicky: You bitch!

Holly Kennedy: Brat!

Vicky: Shut up!

Holly Kennedy: You shut up!

Vicky: No, you shut up!

Vicky: If you leave, I'll kill you.

James: Vic...

Vicky: And then I'll kill myself.

Vicky: What does the winner get?

Mark: What does the winner want?

Vicky: Guess.

Vicky: Wanna take me on?

Mark: Sure. Have a seat.

[she sits across from Mark; he prepares to arm wrestle]

Vicky: I only want your fingers.

Vicky: [after Jeff and Mark have arm wrestled] Wanna take me on?

Mark: Sure. Have a seat.

[she sits in front of him; he puts up his arm]

Vicky: I only want your fingers.

Burt Robeson: I spy, with my lttle eye, something that starts with C.

Vicky: Corn.

[last lines]

Burt: She's out cold. What are going to do now?

Vicky: Send her a get well card from Seattle. Let's get the hell out of here!

Vicky: Is he...

Burt: Oh, yeah.

Vicky: What are you going to do when you catch them?

Burt: Ask them for directions, what else?

Vicky: [Malachai and his fellow Corn-Children have located Vicky at Job and Sarah's house. Malachai and Company storm in just as Vicky emerges from upstairs] ... What do you want?

Malachai: [with a diabolical smile] We want to give you Peace.

[to the other Corn-Kids]

Malachai: Get her!

Vicky: Can you take us to Isaac?

Sarah: No.

Vicky: Why not?

Sarah: He's scary.

Simon: You have service?

Vicky: No. This place is like a bunker - whoever build this place is an asshole!