Movie Quotes Blog

Catriona:
[Larry is beating Jonny] Blooter that bastard! Kill the f*ckin’ c*nt! Ya f*ckin’ knob! He’s got our f*ckin’ electricity! He’s got ma f*ckin’ bairn! Go back to your ma! Lick your ma’s f*ckin’ piss-flaps, ya f*ckin’ c*nt!

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Rory:
Awww, the wee Tom-Tom. Goo goo, ga ga.

Colin ‘Coco’ Bryce:
Shut your f*ckin’ mouth, you, ya specky git.

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Colin ‘Coco’ Bryce:
[about to be breast-fed] Phwoar, ya dirty c*nt, ye. You’ve got some set a’ jugs on ye, right enough, doll. Business gear.

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Boab:
I’ve had a f*ckin’ hard time, and now I’ve just met God. The c*nt’s gonna turn us into an insect.

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Jenny:
[Coco, has a baby, has just spoken] You spoke, Tom.

Colin ‘Coco’ Bryce:
Aye, I did. Look, sit doon. I mean sit down. f*ck… eh? You’d better not say nowt to no c*nt about this, right?

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Gunja:
Kaun disha mein leke chala re batohia… In what direction are you taking us…

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Sgt. Morrison:
So, what’s been happening tonight, Brian?

PC Cochrane:
Well, there’s the rapist. The guy that stabbed the boy in the shopping centre. And this comedian down here.

Sgt. Morrison:
Well, I’ve had a wee word with our rapist. Seems a nice enough young fellow. Tells us the whore was askin’ for it. It’s the way of the world, Brian. As for the guy that stabbed the boy - well, silly wee bugger, but… boys will be boys. What’s the story with this tube-stake?

PC Cochrane:
Caught him smashing up a telephone box.

Sgt. Morrison:
[disgusted] Tsk tsk.

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God:
You f*cked this one up, ya daft c*nt.

Boab:
Eh? What?

God:
You. Bob Coyle. No house, no job, no bird, no mates, police record, sore ribs - all in the space of a few hours. Nice one.

Boab:
How the f*ck do you know my business, eh? What the f*ck’s it got to do with you, eh?

God:
It’s my f*ckin’ business to know. I’m God.

Boab:
Away to f*ck, ya old radge.

God:
f*ckin’ hell… another wise c*nt.

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Colin ‘Coco’ Bryce:
COCO FUCKIN’ BRYCE!

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Colin ‘Coco’ Bryce:
I’m gettin’ a wee bit hungry, though, eh.

Jenny:
Oh, I’ll take you home and make you something.

Colin ‘Coco’ Bryce:
Eh, I was thinkin’ a wee bit more of the… tit.

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Doreen:
Tell us who ye’ve been seein’.

Boab Snr:
Dolly Parton.

Doreen:
I can’t hear ye.

Boab Snr:
Dolly Parton!

Doreen:
That f*ckin’ slut? I knew it. Who else?

Boab Snr:
Anna Ford… and that Madonna, but just the once.

Doreen:
Scumbag. Bastard. Ya dirty f*ckin’ prick! You know what this means…

Boab Snr:
No, no Doreen… not the sh*te. I can’t eat your sh*te.

Doreen:
I’m gonna sh*te in your mouth. It’s what we both want. Don’t deny it.

Boab Snr:
sh*te in my mouth!

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Sharon:
Whatever you do, don’t get dumped in L.A. I mean, it’s not like New York, where you can meet someone walking down the street. In L.A. you practically have to hit someone with your car. In fact, I know girls who speed just to meet cops.

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Trudi:
He said it’s the first day of spring.

Harris:
Oh sh*t! Open season on the L.A. freeway!

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Harris:
Forget for this moment the smog and the cars and the restaurant and the skating and remember only this. A kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true.

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[repeated line]

Sara:
Let your mind go and your body will follow.

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Sara:
And if I were to go?

Harris:
All I know is, on the day your plane was to leave, if I had the power, I would turn the winds around, I would roll in the fog, I would bring in storms, I would change the polarity of the earth so compasses couldn’t work, so your plane couldn’t take off.

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SanDeE*:
I’m studying to be a spokesmodel.

Harris:
What is, what is a spokesmodel?

SanDeE*:
Um, it’s just a model who speaks, you know, and she points at things like merchandise, you know, like a car or washer and dryer. Sometimes it’s something really small, you know, like, like a book or fine art print.

Harris:
They have classes for that?

SanDeE*:
Yeah, ’cause it’s a lot harder than it looks.

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Harris:
I’m not kissing anyone hello anymore.

Trudi:
Well just shake hands with them.

Harris:
Are you kidding? I just wash my hands and I shake hands with some guy that feels like he’s been squashing caterpillars.

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[after they get enemas together]

SanDeE*:
So, what do you think?

Harris:
I think it was a total washout.

SanDeE*:
God, it really clears out your head.

Harris:
Head? Head? You should go back in there and tell them they’re doing it wrong. Well, it was a great lunch and enema, thanks.

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Sara:
Why didn’t you tell me you had just broke up with someone?

Harris:
How do you know I just broke up with someone?

Sara:
Because when men just break up with someone, they always run around with someone much too young for them.

Harris:
She’s not so young. She’ll be 27 in four years.

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Harris:
[calling the restaurant] Hello, L’Idiot? Yes, I’d like to make reservations for two for Friday. Saturday? Sunday? Ah good. Eight-thirty. Five-thirty or ten-thirty? Um, five-thirty. Visa… I’m a weatherman… yes, I’m on TV! Renting… I just sold a condo… yes, in this “soft market”… well, I don’t see how that’s any of your… the low fifties.

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Mr. Perdue, Maitre D’ at L’Idiot:
Your usual table, Mr. Christopher?

Carlo Christopher:
No, I’d like a good one this time.

Mr. Perdue, Maitre D’ at L’Idiot:
I’m sorry, that is impossible.

Carlo Christopher:
Part of the new cruelty?

Mr. Perdue, Maitre D’ at L’Idiot:
I’m afraid so.

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Harris:
So, I’ll see you Sunday?

Trudi:
I got a shower Sunday.

Harris:
Oh yeah, and I really should take a bath… Monday?

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Maitre D:
You think that you can have the duck with a financial statement like this?

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Harris:
I don’t think we should make love, all right?

SanDeE*:
Okay, we’ll just have sex.

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Harris:
[to SanDeE*] Well, thank you for a lovely lunch and enema.

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Harris:
There’s someone out there for everyone - even if you need a pickaxe, a compass, and night goggles to find them.

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Harris:
SanDeE*, your… your breasts feel weird.

SanDeE*:
Oh, that’s ’cause they’re real.

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Roland:
Sara just got off a plane from London.

Trudi:
Oh, you must be exhausted.

Sara:
Yes, I’m shattered, but it’s nothing that some sleep and a good f*ck wouldn’t cure, as my sister used to say. Ha ha ha.

[Everyone stares]

Roland:
You’ll have to forgive Sara.

Sara:
Oh, it was just… it was just a figure of speech. I’ve been on a plane for twelve hours next to a crying baby.

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Harris:
You know, you’re really nobody in L.A. unless you live in a house with a really big door.

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[Explaining itself, quoting Shakespeare’s “Hamlet”]

The Signboard:
There are more things in heaven and earth, Harry, than are dreamt of N your philosophy.

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Harris:
Why is it that we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins but we always know when it ends?

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Frank Swan:
What do you do for a living, Rollie?

Roland:
I deal in English paintings.

Frank Swan:
Abstract or realistic?

Roland:
Depends on which way you look at them, I suppose.

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[Trudi admits to Harris that she has been cheating on him]

Harris:
How long has this been going on?

Trudi:
Three years.

Harris:
Three years? You mean this has been going on since the ’80s?

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[Sara McDowel asks Harris when the right time for low, sustained, booming noises were in L.A. We later find out she plays tuba]

Harris:
Ah - low, sustained, booming noises. Nine, nine-fifteen.

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Harris:
[Sara dodges cars while driving on the left] Right side… right side! Get on the right side!

Sara:
I don’t think he can hear you.

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Harris:
Let us just say I was deeply unhappy, but I didn’t know it because I was so happy all the time.

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[Admiring a painting]

Harris:
I like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to over look things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he’s *holding* her… it’s almost… filthy. I mean, he’s about to kiss her and she’s pulling away. The way the leg’s sort of smashed up against her… Phew… Look how he’s painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it’s sort of touching him about here. It’s really… pretty torrid, don’t you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they’re all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally… erect.

[the painting is revealed to be of a red rectangle]

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Trudi:
Do bullets go bad?

Harris:
No, it’s not like milk. They don’t have expiration date or anything.

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[Harris’ girlfriend slept with his agent]

Harris:
And I thought they were only supposed to take 10 percent.

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[Harris overhears an amorous couple in the next room]

Harris:
They’re really excited. They must be cheating on someone.

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[whilst showing Sara around LA]

Harris:
Some of these buildings are over 20 years old.

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Harris:
Hello, this is Harris. I’m in right now, so you can talk to me personally. Please start talking at the sound of the beep.

[BEEP]

Sara:
Hello?

Harris:
Hello.

Sara:
Hello?

Harris:
Hello.

Sara:
Is this a person?

Harris:
Yes, it is a person.

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Harris:
Ordinarily, I don’t like to be around interesting people because it means I have to be interesting too.

Sara:
Are you saying I’m interesting?

Harris:
All I’m saying is that, when I’m around you, I find myself showing off, which is the idiot’s version of being interesting.

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Harris:
Well, maybe you think it’s intellectual because you were raised with a banana and an inner tube… This is an intellectual-free zone.

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Trudi:
Isn’t that girl Sara awful? I mean, what’s with that accent?

Harris:
She has an accent because she’s English.

Trudi:
Or maybe she’s just trying to impress everybody.

Harris:
Oh, like that big phony, Winston Churchill.

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