Elisabeth ShueQuotes

Elizabeth: Is your daughter this crazy?

Emily: You like games?

Elizabeth: I love games. Would you like to play one?

Emily: I'm already playing.

Cricket Feldstein: Well, this play is gonna bitch-slap Broadway like a cheap hooker at a gangbang.

Dana Marschz: Uh... yeah.

Cricket Feldstein: Y'know, and those Bible-humping protesters can suck a bag of dicks, cause all I ended up doing was giving you free publicity.

Dana Marschz: Yeah, and did you see my dressing room? It has a bidet!

Elisabeth Shue: That was a sink.

Dana Marschz: It was?

Lori Craven: MOTHER!

Lori Craven: No, I can't let you do this!

Burton White: [off stage] She spoke?

Jeffrey Anderson: She spoke!

Montana Moorehead: Sudden speech, the last stages of brain fever! She can blow up any moment!

Lori Craven: I can always speak! Mother...

Montana Moorehead: She's MY mother!

Celeste Talbert: MONTANA, SHUT UP!

Celeste Talbert: I never said I was the best mother in the world. Give me a little credit, will you, credit for being someone who tried... to love you the only way she knew how?

Lori Craven: I know that speech.

Celeste Talbert: You do?

Lori Craven: Yeah, it was the, uh, the Thanksgiving show, when Maggie meets Bolt's blind nephew.

Lori Craven: [bursting into David's office; to Montana] We need to talk. Look, I don't care WHAT Tawny Miller says. This hat makes me look like the GOD damned Tweety Bird. Do you mind?

Montana Moorehead: You, you're asking me to leave?

Lori Craven: That's right. I'm asking you to leave.

Montana Moorehead: David...

David Barnes: Miss Moorehead, may Miss Craven and I have a moment alone, please?

Montana Moorehead: [storms out] No problem. I'm a professional. I do things professionally. I hate you! I hate you, you pig!

David Barnes: She's got a lot of spirit.

Lori Craven: She's a deranged bitch!

Jeffrey Anderson: Of course I can kiss her!

Lori Craven: This is ridiculous! I can kiss who I want!

Celeste Talbert: No! You can't! You can't kiss her!

Jeffrey Anderson: Why because she's your niece?

Celeste Talbert: [shouts] No, you nitwit! Because she's my daughter! And your daughter.

Lori Craven: What?

Jeffrey Anderson: What are you talking about?

Celeste Talbert: [sobbing] We're her parents! You and I! We're her Mommy and her Daddy.

Lori Craven: Hi. Uh, I'm Lori Craven and... I'm an actress.

Betsy Faye Sharon: An actress! Really! How nice for you! I'm Betsy Faye Sharon and I'm a bitch. Now get out of here.

Linda McKay: Let me tell you a little secret. The concept of Sebastian is much more appealing than Sebastian himself.

Jordan Mooney: Your sexy smile isn't gonna work this time.

Jordan Mooney: I am going to be VERY fat, and YOU are gonna love it!

Julie Forester: Are you sure you can do this?

Danni: [climbing on the rope] You better believe it. I don't pole dance for nothing!

Julie Forester: [to Jake before handing him a radio] You've got a lot of explaining to do, young man!

Jake Forester: I am so sorry. We're on the lake.

Julie Forester: What? Where are Laura and Zane?

Jake Forester: They're with me on the boat.

Julie Forester: Oh, my God, Jake! Whatever you do, do not go into the water.

Jake Forester: You don't understand, Mom. Our boat is sinking.

Julie Forester: [shocked] What? Where are you?

Novak: Excuse me... but is that a fucking piranha?!

Julie Forester: Carl, it's not the only one.

Novak: [shows the torn diving suit] Here, here. Yeah, look at this. There are thousands of them. Thousands. And they're pissed!

Mrs. Goodman: You know, I've heard of this happening. It's like those baby alligators in New Jersey, somebody leaves them and they breed...

Novak: What?

Mr. Goodman: Nobody released this fish into the lake.

Julie Forester: What're you talking about?

Mr. Goodman: [hurries to his office] This particular piranha vanished off the face of the Earth over 2 million years ago!

Novak: Um, where's he going?

Mr. Goodman: [shows the fossil; Novak and Julie see the live piranha almost exactly matches the fossil] Allow me...to introduce you... Pygocentrus nattereri, the original piranha. They used to swim the Colorado River, right up until the Pleistocene epoch! I still don't understand how you found one...alive!

Novak: We discovered a subterranean lake through a rift caused by the earthquake.

Mrs. Goodman: But, how could it have survived for so long, cut off from the surface?

Mr. Goodman: [looks at the piranha] CANNIBALISM. They must have fought each other to survive. Look...oh, the scars on the scales. Notice the eyes.

Julie Forester: Jesus, it's like he's staring back at you.

Mr. Goodman: [slowly lowers two tips of his fingers into the tank. The piranha rushes to bite them, Goodman pulls them away in the nick of time] No, no, no. Look, staring... sensing...

Novak: God, don't do that!

Mr. Goodman: Piranha hunt in packs. Not for protection, but the overwhelming force. They're organized, methodical. The first bite draws blood, the blood draws the pack.

Julie Forester: [brings out a taser gun] You boys take one more step, you'll be pissing lightning bolts into next week.

Julie Forester: Get the fuck out of the water!

Sera: [Ben has been on another binge] I want you to see a doctor.

Ben: Sera... I'm not gonna see a doctor. Perhaps now would be a good time for me to move back to a motel.

Sera: [starts to cry; pause] And do what? Rot away in a room? We're not gonna talk about that. Fuck you, we're not gonna talk about that! You're staying here! You could do this for me. I've given you gallons of free will around here. You could do this one thing for me! I have to go to work now.

Ben: Don't you think you'd get a little bored, living with a drunk?

Sera: Well... that's what I want.

Ben: You haven't seen the worst of it. I knock things over... throw up all the time. These past few days I've been very controlled. You're like some sort of antidote that mixes with the liquor and keeps me in balance. But, that won't last forever.

Ben: What are you? Some sort of angel visiting me from one of my drunk fantasies? How can you be so good?

Sera: I don't know what you're saying. I'm just using you. I need you.

Sera: Don't you like me, Ben?

Ben: Sera... what you don't understand is - no, see, no. You can never, never ask me to stop drinking. Do you understand?

Sera: I do. I really do.

Sera: So why are you a drunk?

Ben: Why am I a drunk? Is that really what you wanna ask me?

Sera: Yes.

Ben: Well, then, this is our first date, or our last. Until now I wasn't sure it was either.

Sera: So, Ben with an "N" - what brings you to Las Vegas? Business convention?

Ben: No. I came here to drink myself to death. Cashed in all my money, paid my AmEx card, gonna sell the car tomorrow.

Sera: So, how long is it gonna take for you to... drink yourself to death?

Ben: I think about four weeks.

Sera: Is drinking a way of killing yourself?

Ben: Or, is killing myself a way to drink?

Sera: So... why are you killing yourself?

Ben: Interesting choice of words. I don't remember. I just know that I want to.

Sera: What's the story? Are you too drunk to cum?

Ben: I don't care about any of that. There's time left. You can have more money. You can drink all you want. Just stay. That's what I want. I want you to - talk or listen. Just stay.

Sera: So, for 500 bucks, you can do pretty much whatever you want. You can fuck my ass.

Ben: Oh, my God.

Sera: You can cum on my face. Whatever you want to do. Just keep it out of my hair.

Ben: Okay.

Sera: I just washed it.

Sera: I think the thing is, we both realized that we didn't have that much time. And I accepted him for who he was, and I didn't expect him to change, and I think he felt that for me, too. I liked his drama, and he needed me. And I loved him. I really loved him.

Sera: I think the tough times are finally behind me. There'll always be bad things, but... my life is good. It is as I want it to be. It's good. It's good being here with you.

Sera: You go back to your hotel and I'll go back to my glamorous life of being alone. The only thing I have to come home to is a bottle of mouthwash to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. I'm tired of being alone. That's what I'm tired of.

Sera: That's nice talk, Ben - keep drinking. Between the 101-proof breath and the occasional bits of drool, some interesting words come out.

Sera: You know, I bring out the best in the men who fuck me. I mean, it's not easy, but I'm very good. I mean, it's amazing. It's like I've- I've worked for a really long time and: Boom. I just turn on a dime. I can just become who they want me to be, I walk into that room, I know right away: This is their fantasy. And I become it. I'm that service, you know. I just- I perform it and I perform it well. I mean, I'm an equation most of the time, it's like 30 minutes of my body is... cost 300 dollars. Well, that's just to get into the room. And then, it's about 500 dollars after that, you know, we negotiate. But, ehm, it's a performance. It's definitely a performance.

Sera: Included with the rent round here is a complimentary blow-job.

Simon Templar: Tell me you love me.

Emma Russell: I love you.

Simon Templar: Simon.

Emma Russell: I love you Simon.

Simon Templar: Miracle three.

Emma Russell: After all, you are my personal saint.

Simon Templar: You have to be a very good, and usually very dead person to become a saint. And more importantly, you need to work three miracles. Now, get to work.

Emma Russell: [reading Simon's journal aloud] I see my angel for the first time. Know my purpose, feel my birth, Hear, at first faintly, then distinctly The sweet strains of our union. Our love heats up the cold universe And gives my tired, desperate hope A reason and season to be revealed.

Simon Templar: We, purified by our kisses, are eternally healed.

Emma Russell: I'm glad it stopped bleeding. You don't need stitches. We have to disinfect it though.

Simon Templar: You really are an angel.

Emma Russell: [soaking cotton ball in rubbing alcohol and approaching the cut with it] Mmm hmm. It's gonna hurt.

Simon Templar: [surprising Emma, laughing; serious, realizing it wasn't funny] AHH! Ha ha...! sorry... I'm sorry... Are you alright?

Emma Russell: Yeah...

Simon Templar: I-I should go.

Emma Russell: No... take off your pants.

Simon Templar: [beat] Pardon?

Emma Russell: [embarrassed] I mean your sweater. There's blood on it. I'll wash it.

Simon Templar: [unbuttons her blouse, revealing her hidden cold fusion notes. He tries to remove them, but she doesn't let him] Very domestic. There's blood on your blouse as well. I'll wash it. Do you have any wine?

Simon Templar: I'm a thief.

Emma Russell: I want my cards back.

Simon Templar: You flew all this way because you want your cards back?

Emma Russell: Yes I did.

Simon Templar: No, it's because you're in love.

Simon Templar: [gets slapped by Emma] I rest my case.

Emma Russell: Who are you?

Simon Templar: Nobody has a clue. Least of all me.

Emma Russell: You're not Martin.

Simon Templar: No.

Emma Russell: What is your name?

Simon Templar: I don't have a name.

Emma Russell: Sad. Will you have a name when we get home?

Simon Templar: I don't have a home.

Jennifer: Dr. Brown? I brought this note back from the future, and now it's erased.

Doc: Of course it's erased!

Jennifer: But what does that mean?

Doc: It means your future hasn't been written yet. No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it, so make it a good one. Both of ya.

Marty: We will, Doc!

Doc: [closes the door] Stand back! All right, boys, buckle up.

Marty: Hey, Doc! Where you goin now? Back to the future?

Doc: Nope. Already been there.