CherQuotes

Gar: [gets a beer from the fridge] If you're gonna get wasted off that crap, I'm not gonna sit here and babysit you.

Rusty Dennis: [scoffles] You must be confusing me with someone who gives a shit.

Gar: Must be.

Rusty Dennis: [looks at the drugs in her hand and sighs sadly] You know, this just isn't going to work. You're telling me to do things and I'm just gonna end up hating you.

Gar: Oh, come on, baby. You and your old man have been going through this shit forever. Got to you again, didn't he? Got you ready for another one of those 2-hour screamers. Gets you to the place where I wanna put you through the goddamn wall.

Rusty Dennis: [snaps back] Well, go ahead. Then put me through the goddamn wall. Why should you be different than any other guy I've ever been with.

Rocky Dennis: What's his problem, mom?

Rusty Dennis: Nothing. He just another asshole. You let that negative dreck in and it'll put you away. You can be a chicken shit and die or be a mensch and keep makin yourself well.

Rocky Dennis: [smashing some plates] I hate you going out every night and coming home wasted all the time!

Rusty Dennis: It's none of your goddamn business!

Rocky Dennis: You're my mother!

Rusty Dennis: Well, you're not my warden!

Rusty Dennis: [her final line, after finding out that Rocky has passed away in his sleep and she re-tacks his map of Europe] Now you can go anywhere you want, baby.

Rusty Dennis: [to the doctor who insisted speaking to Rusty] You know, for 12 years, I've been listening to you guys bullshit. First you told me that he was gonna be retarded, then you told me that he was gonna be blind and deaf. If I dug his grave every time one of you geniuses told me he was gonna die, I would be eating fuckin chop suey in China by now! Anything else?

Rusty Dennis: [asked about where is Rocky's true father] Why do you try and call the Pope while you're at it? At least he would be easier to reach.

Rachel Flax: [Charlotte has a newfound obsession with Greek mythology] Charlotte, we're Jewish.

Rachel Flax: [to Charlotte as she goes out to spend time with Joe; pause] Don't do anything I wouldn't do… Or don't do anything I would!

Rachel Flax: [Charlotte is praying at a shrine she has made in her room to the Virgin Mary] Charlotte, we're Jewish.

Rachel Flax: Death is dwelling on the past or staying in one place too long!

Rachel Flax: OK, I've had a little scotch...I'm real calm.

1st AD: [[Cher] Excuse me, Miss ], there's a few fans outside hoping for autographs.

Cher: Allright, but I am not taking any pictures.

Cute Autograph Girl: [[Cher] Oh shit, it's just ].

Cher: I was a bitch with a capital C.

Cher: [[Touched By An Angel; [Trainspotting (film)|Trainspotting] This makes ] look like ].

Walt: Are you kidding? You could win a humanitarian award for how nice you were to us.

Cher: Aww... no. Well, really, is there talk of me getting one?

Walt: No, no, it's just a figure of speech.

Cher: [to extremely young lover, while in bed together] Go to bed. You have a geography test in the morning.

Marcus: Remember, you got that balloon payment due on the first.

Tess: [annoyed, to Vince] Did you also tell him I have a tattoo on my ass?

Vince: No... it's business.

Marcus: I don't think you're gonna get another opportunity like this. So take it.

Tess: [after some contemplation] No.

Vince: She means not now.

Tess: No, no. "Not now" means not now, Vince. "No" means no. Marcus, I don't care what you're offering. My club is not for sale.

Tess: You know, not that I give a shit, but why is it that you want my club so badly?

Marcus: I like it. When I see something I like, I have to have it. Been that way since I was a kid.

Tess: That must have made you very popular in the sandbox.

Marcus: [grins] I did okay.

Vince: This isn't going away. You won't talk to me before the show, you won't talk to me after the show. It's like you're avoiding me.

Tess: Well, I didn't divorce you to spend more time with you.

Vince: Have you read this letter from the bank?

Tess: Vincent. How many times have I told you? No business during business hours.

Tess: [Ali is auditioning] Hey Dave, cut it.

Ali: H-hold on a second, I can do this!

Tess: And I think that it's sweet that you think that you can.

Tess: Let me help you. First of all, you gotta wet it if you want a clean line... close your eyes, when you're putting on your makeup it's like you're an artist, but instead of painting a canvas you're painting a face. Didn't you ever watch your mom put on her makeup?

Loretta Castorini: That woman didn't leave you, OK. You can't see what you are, and I see everything... You are a wolf!... That woman was a trap for you. She caught you and you couldn't get away. So you, you chewed off your own foot. That was the price you had to pay for your freedom... And now, now you're afraid because you know the big part of you is a wolf that has the courage to bite off its own hand to save itself from the trap of the wrong love. That's why there's been no woman since that wrong woman. OK? You're scared to death of what the wolf would do if you try and make that mistake again!

Alexandra Medford: Who are you?

Daryl Van Horne: Just your average, horny little devil.

Daryl Van Horne: I see men running around, trying to put their dicks into everything, trying to make something happen. But it's women who are the source, the only power. Nature. Birth. Rebirth. Cliché. Cliché, sure, but true.

Alexandra Medford: Why are you telling me this?

Daryl Van Horne: [he stands] Because you're an honest woman and I'm being honest with you. I like women. I admire them. But if you want me to treat you like a dumb twit, I will. But what's the point? You have brains, Alex, more than brains. And you don't even know it, do you? Well, most women do not.

Alexandra Medford: Are you married?

Daryl Van Horne: [laughs] Good question! You see? Brains. The answer is no. I don't believe in it. Good for the man. Lousy for the woman. She dies. She suffocates. I've seen it. And then the husband runs around complaining to everyone that he's fucking a dead person. And he's the one who killed her. Where is your husband?

Alexandra Medford: Dead.

Daryl Van Horne: [he lights a cigar; he reclines on the bed] Well, sorry, but you're one of the lucky ones. When a woman unloads a husband, or a husband unloads a woman, however it happens - death, desertion, divorce - the three D's - when that happens, a woman blooms. She blossoms. Like flowers. Like fruit. She is ripe. That's the woman for me. Would you like to see my house?...In case anybody ever needed any exercise, the uh, pool's right over there, past the piano, where the, uh, ballroom used to be. Interesting word - ballroom.'... And, uh, over there is, uh, my study. Ah, this is my bedroom...The Borgias once owned the bed. Of course, you have to pay for it with your soul, but, uh, what the hell, I deserve a little luxury. You have to take care of yourself. No one's gonna do that for you, are they, hmm?

Alexandra Medford: What is it that you think you're doing?

Daryl Van Horne: Being as direct with you as I know how. I thought you might appreciate it. And, uhm, anyway, I always like a little pussy after lunch. Whaddya say?

Alexandra Medford: Are you trying to seduce me?

Daryl Van Horne: I wouldn't dream of seducing you, Alexandra. I wouldn't insult your intelligence with anything as trivial as seduction. But, uh, I would love to fuck you.

Alexandra Medford: Well, you know, I have to admit that I appreciate your directness, Daryl. And I will try and be as direct and honest with you as I possibly can be. Uh, I think - no, I-I am positive that you are the most unattractive man I have ever met in my entire life. You know, in the short time we've been together, you have demonstrated every loathsome characteristic of the male personality and even discovered a few new ones. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded. You're morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid. You have no taste, a lousy sense of humor and you smell. You're, you're not even interesting enough to make me sick.

Daryl Van Horne: Uhm, would you like to be on the top or the bottom?

Alexandra Medford: Good-bye Daryl, and thank you for a lovely lunch.

Daryl Van Horne: Of course, I wouldn't know a snowy egret if I were pissing on one. Lunch?

Alexandra Medford: I think it's a little late in the season.

Daryl Van Horne: For lunch?

Alexandra Medford: No, pissing on birds.

Sukie Ridgemont: Huge.

Jane Spofford: I prefer small.

Sukie Ridgemont: Oh, yeah, right...

Jane Spofford: No, no, no, Sam was huge, and there were times when I just could not face it.

Alexandra Medford: Really? Well, I'm sort of in the middle myself. But hey, as long as it works, it's in.

Sukie Ridgemont, Alexandra Medford, Jane Spofford: It's in.

Alexandra Medford: I don't think that men are the answer to everything.

Sukie Ridgemont: No.

Jane Spofford: Then why do we always end up talking about them?