Emma StoneQuotes

Michelle: About bees? Uh... Complex society. Work ethic. They do their duty, they build their worlds without complaint or piety or self-obsession.

Teddy: Mm-hmm. All true. Which is why they're so easy to exploit, right?

Michelle: I just admire their resolve. That's all. Even in the face of peril.

Teddy: Lies.

Michelle: Truth. What's the difference?

Michelle: You're a credit to your species, Teddy, truly.

Teddy: Well, I'm just... trying to help.

Michelle: Where's my hair?

Teddy: Your hair has been destroyed.

Michelle: You shaved off my hair?

Teddy: Yes, we've shaved off your hair.

Michelle: Why have you shaved off my hair?

Teddy: To prevent you from contacting your ship.

Michelle: My ship?

Teddy: Your ship.

Michelle: What ship?

Teddy: Your mothership.

Michelle: The 5:30 thing.

Corey: Uh-huh?

Michelle: Look, I know you sent the e-mail already, but I need you to let everyone know that they're free to leave at 5:30 from now on, starting today, okay? But do it in a way that's, you know, what we talked about.

Corey: Yeah, of course.

Michelle: We need to send the message that we have a new culture here now. Where people should, of course, feel free to leave at 5:30 and be with their families. No one is going to be overworked like in the past. No more unpleasant incidents. But, of course, it's not compulsory. And obviously, if people still have work to do, they should absolutely stay and continue to work. But it's not strictly enforced. Although we still do want to meet quotas. So if we can do that, just remembering, you know, we are running a business here, so "let your conscience guide you" kind of thing. Yeah? Good.

Corey: I'll definitely let them know.

Sam: Truth or dare?

Mike: Truth.

Sam: You're boring.

Mike: No, truth is always interesting.

Riggan: Listen to me. I'm trying to do something important.

Sam: This is not important.

Riggan: It's important to me, alright? Maybe not to you, or your cynical friends whose only ambition is to go viral. But to me, to me...this is...God. This is my career. This is my chance to do some work that actually means something.

Sam: [long pause] Means something to who? You had a career before the third comic book movie, before people began to forget who was inside the bird costume. You're doing a play based on a book that was written 60 years ago, for a thousand rich old white people whose only real concern is gonna be where they go to have their cake and coffee when it's over. And let's face it, Dad, you're not doing this for the sake of art. You're doing this because you wanna feel relevant again. Well, guess what? There's an entire world out there where people fight to be relevant every single day, and you act like it doesn't exist! Things are happening in a place that you ignore, a place that, by the way, has already forgotten about you. I mean, who the fuck are you? You hate bloggers. You mock Twitter. You don't even have a Facebook page. You're the one who doesn't exist. You're doing this because you're scared to death, like the rest of us, that you don't matter. And you know what? You're right. You don't. It's not important, okay? You're not important. Get used to it. Dad...

Mike: Does she speak?

Sam: She does. Yeah, she can sit, stay, and roll over if you have any treats.

Mike: [[Helen Hayes; [Marlon Brando] Intimidating, isn't it? You have any idea the people who have walked on these boards...before you? Geraldine Page, ], Jason Robards, ], and now...Riggan Thomson.

Riggan: [chuckling] Yeah. Hey, thanks for coming in on such short notice, Mike. I really appreciate it.

Mike: This is what I do. You wrote this adaptation?

Riggan: I did, yeah.

Mike: And you're directing and starring in your adaptation?

Riggan: I am, yeah.

Mike: That's ambitious.

Riggan: Well, thanks.

Mike: Well, it's a good theater. I can't speak for your play, but let's, uh, let's do a little bit of it, yeah?

Riggan: Oh, I didn't expect you to come in and, you know, just jump right in.

Mike: It's first preview tomorrow night, man. Let's get to work.

Riggan: Okay, well, you know, look...you know, feel free to take the script up until you feel comfortable.

Mike: No, no, no, no, let's just...let's just do some of it.

Riggan: All right. Okay, uh, hey, take a look at page 20.

Mike: I'm good. I don't need that.

Riggan: What?

Mike: I don't need the script. Just give me a cue.

Riggan: What are you talking about?

Mike: Feed me a line.

Riggan: Well, how...how are you gonna--

Mike: Feed me a line.

Riggan: Okay, all right. Okay, uh, let me think. Uh...yeah, uh... "Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask, okay? I didn't actually know the man. I only heard his name mentioned in passing.

Mike: Mm-hmm.

Riggan: I don't know. You'd have to know the particulars, but I think what you're saying is love is absolute.

Mike: Is that what I'm saying? Am I saying love is absolute? ...Yes. Okay, yeah. "The kind of love that I'm talking about is absolute. The kinda love that I'm talking about you don't try to kill people.

Riggan: How do you know the lines?

Mike: It's a thing I have, I don't know. it's a gift.

Riggan: Wow, okay. Well, that's...

Mike: [chuckles] Oh, come on, man. I've been--I've been helping Lesley get off book for like a month.

Riggan: Oh, right, right.

Mike: [points to his head] These lines are...

Riggan: That makes sense.

Mike: That's good, give me that cue again.

Riggan: Okay, okay, "Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask. I didn't actually know the man. I've heard his name mentioned in passing, but, you know, I didn't know. You'd have to know the particulars. I think what you're saying, though, is that...

Mike: Can I make a suggestion?

Riggan: Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

Mike: I mean, do you mind?

Riggan: No, no, no, not at all. Not at all.

Mike: Oh, okay.

Riggan: Take a look.

Mike: [referring to the script] No, no, for--forget that.

Riggan: Okay.

Mike: Just...stay with me.

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: I'm the wrong person to ask," he says.

Riggan: Right.

Mike: But what is that? What's the intention in that?

Riggan: I think...

Mike: Is he fed up with the subject, so he's changing it? Is he deflecting guilt over the marriage? And here's the thing, you've got four lines after that...

Riggan: Right.

Mike: ...that all say the same thing. "I didn't even know the man." "I only heard his name mentioned in passing." "I wouldn't know." "You'd have to know the particulars." And the particulars, I mean, it sounds like my grandmother, but--but the point is, you don't know the guy.

Riggan: Right.

Mike: We fucking get it...

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: Make it work with one line. "I didn't even know the man." Right?

Riggan: Right...wait, how do...you know my lines, too, huh?

Mike: Can we not get hung up on knowing lines?

Riggan: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mike: Can we just work on this...

Riggan: Yeah, yeah, right, right.

Mike: Tear it apart, whatever? So why don't you just give me that same thing again, but cut it down.

Riggan: Uh-huh.

Mike: Try it.

Riggan: Okay.

Mike: Just try it.

Riggan: Uh... "Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask. I didn't actually know the guy.

Mike: [pointing to table seats] Oh! No! But that's the thing, see? "I'm the wrong person to ask." What is it? I think it's "fuck you". Fuck you. Don't put me on the spot, man. Don't make me feel self-conscious about my marriage while my wife is sitting...

Riggan: Right there.

Mike: ...Right there.

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: Can I sit down?

Riggan: Yeah, sit, sit. Good idea.

Mike: Okay. Thanks.

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: So just give it to me as a "fuck you".

Riggan: Alright.

Mike: Try it, lay it on me.

Riggan: Well, I'm thinking...

Mike: Let's just do it.

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: Give it to me. Fuck me hard.

Riggan: Right.

Mike: Just give it...

Riggan: Okay.

Mike: [slams hands on table] COME ON! DON'T TALK ABOUT IT! JUST FUCKING DO IT!

Riggan: HEY, I'M THE WRONG PERSON TO ASK! ALRIGHT? I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE GUY, OKAY? WHAT'S YOUR POINT?

Mike: What's my point?

Riggan: YEAH, WHAT'S YOUR POINT? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? SPIT IT OUT.

Mike: Oh! Oh!

Riggan: YOU'RE SAYING WHAT? What are you saying? You're saying love is absolute.

Mike: [slams his hand on the table and fake cries] YES! YES! THE KIND OF LOVE THAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, IT IS ABSOLUTE! THE KIND OF LOVE THAT I'M TALKING ABOUT...you don't... You don't try to kill people.

Riggan: ...Yeah. Good.

Mike: I don't know. What do you think, boss? You want to do this...with me?

Riggan: [points to Sam] Wow. Okay. What do you think?

Sam: Everybody's back. Larry needs to see him for a fitting.

Mike: I'll take that as a yes.

Riggan: [as Birdman; Riggan's video message on his computer goes off, breaking his trance; answers the call] How did we end up here? This place is horrible... Smells like balls. We don't belong in this shithole. ...Shit. Hey, Sam. Hi, hon.

Sam: [turns to yell at flower shop employee; to Riggan] Dad, what kind of... SHUT UP! ...What kind of flowers did you say you wanted?

Riggan: Alchemillas, or something that smells nice. You know, something soothing. Listen, I can't...

Sam: It all smells like fucking kimchi!

Riggan: [sighs] Okay, something that looks nice. You know, anything but roses, okay?

Sam: I hate this job.

Riggan: [Call drops] I can't...

Abigail: You should lie down.

Queen Anne: You shall speak when asked to! I feel dizzy, I need to hold on to something.

Abigail: [about the war] If your husband dies?

Lady Sarah: Did you not sacrifice your cunt for a fatty German to save your father?

Abigail: Yes.

Lady Sarah: There is always a price to pay. I am prepared to pay it.

Abigail: [after Sarah slaps Abigail twice in the face] Obviously you still have some anger issues. I will allow it this once.

Lady Sarah: Congratulations on your wedding night.

Abigail: My dear friend and cousin, how good to see you've returned from...

Lady Sarah: Hell. I'm sure you shall pass through it one day.

Abigail: You're so beautiful.

Queen Anne: Stop it, you mock me.

Abigail: I do not. If I were a man, I would ravish you!

Lady Sarah: None for the queen.

Queen Anne: What?

Lady Sarah: Well you cannot have hot chocolate. Your stomach, the sugar inflames it.

Queen Anne: Abigail, hand me that cup!

Lady Sarah: [casually] Do not.

Abigail: I'm sorry I do not know what to do.

Lady Sarah: Oh fine, give it to her. And you can get a bucket and mop for the aftermath.

Shelley: I don't think he likes me. He didn't fall for any of my tricks.

Natalie: That's impossible. Your tricks always work.

Shelley: I did sexy. I did other guys want me. I worked every angle in the book but, I don't know, he just stared.

Natalie: What if Oliver is one of those guys who wants to have a conversation with a girl before he hooks up with her?

Shelley: He's gay?

Natalie: Shelley that's Colby. I'm in love with him.

Shelley: That's so sweet. How long have you guys been going out?

Natalie: Hah no, I've never even talked to him.

Natalie: Shelley knows how to meet guys, hence, we will learn how to meet guys.

Shelley: Yeah, hence!

Shelley: I'm an expert at parties and boys! I'm a bunny! Men write to me from prison, sometimes even in their own blood, which I think is theirs, but I don't know, I'm really nervous because I really want to help you guys.

Natalie: A-a bunny? You mean like a centerfold?

Shelley: Oh, bless your heart, no, just a few pictorials,"Girls from the Midwest" and "Girls with GEDs." "Girls with Charlie Sheen.

Columbus: You think so?

Wichita: Yeah. I mean you got the guts of a guppy but I could hit that.

Wichita: Or at least give you the intentional walk to first.

Columbus: So until next time

Wichita: Oooh, Free Parking! Which, coincidentally, is the best thing about living in Zombieland.

Columbus: You want to know the best thing about Z-land? No Facebook status updates. You know, "Rob Curtis is gearing up for Friday." Who cares?

Talahassee: The best part is no more flushing. Epic.

Bill Murray: [after Columbus shoots him] Is that how you say hello where you come from?

Columbus: [realizing] Oh, my God. Oh, my God, I can't believe I shot Bill Murray.

Tallahassee: Mr. Murray?

Bill Murray: I'm just Bill, I think, now.

Tallahassee: Bill?

Bill Murray: Yeah?

Tallahassee: [pokes at Bill's wound] I don't think we're gonna be able to stitch this.

Bill Murray: Ah. That's still tender.

Tallahassee: You think you might pull through?

Bill Murray: No.

Columbus: If it means anything now, I am so sorry. It was just instinctive.

Bill Murray: It was my bad. I was never a very good practical joker.

Little Rock: So do you have any regrets?

Bill Murray: [[w:Garfield: The Movie|Garfield; gives a long exhale, like a death rattle...then inhales and does another one before he dies] ], maybe.

Wichita: [suddenly starts snorting and laughing softly, everyone looks at her] I'm sorry, he just gets me...but it's very sad.

Columbus: Yeah.

Tallahassee: [shocked] Bill Murray, you're a zombie?

Bill Murray: [cries in pain] Ow, I'm on fire! Ouch!

Tallahassee: [surprised] You're not a zombie, you're talking and...You're okay?

Bill Murray: The hell I am!

Wichita: [also surprised] I'm sorry. I didn't know it was...It was "you" you.

Tallahassee: Are you...? What's with the get-up?

Bill Murray: Oh, I do it to blend in. You know. Zombies don't mess with other zombies. Buddy of mine, makeup guy, he showed me how to do this. Corn starch. You know, some berries, a little licorice for the ladies. Suits my lifestyle, you know. I like to get out and do stuff. Just played nine holes on the Riviera. Just walked on. Nobody there.

Tallahassee: [growing excited] Goddamn it! Bill-Fucking-Murray! I had to get that out. I don't mean to gush. This is so surreal. I mean, you probably get this all the time. Maybe not lately, but I'm such a huge fan of yours. You know, I swear, I've seen every one of your movies a million times. I even loved your dramatic roles and just everything. Six people left in the world and one of them is Bill-Fucking-Murray. I know that's not your middle name. I've been watching you since I was like...Since I could masturbate. I mean, not that they're connected. I gratefully respect you.

Little Rock: No Twinkies.

Tallahassee: Shit! Fuck!

Wichita: See, I told you we should've gone to Russell Crowe's, but nobody ever listens to me!

Columbus: [about Tallahassee] Don't worry. He grows on you.

Wichita: Really?

Columbus: No, it gets worse.

Rosemary: I had a similar situation when I was your age. I had a horrible reputation.

Olive: Why?

Rosemary: Because I was a slut. I slept with a whole bunch of people. A slew, a heap, a peck. Mostly guys.

Olive: Mom!

Olive: Can you not see that I'm a mess?

Rosemary: No, you're not, Olive. You're wonderful. And you'll handle this the same way I did. With an incontrovertible sense of humor. But you're much smarter than I am, so you'll come out of this much better than I did.

Olive: Thank you, Mom.

Mrs. Griffith: Olive, life is full of choices. I made a bad one. But then, so did you. But I see no other alternative than to just live with the guilt. My guilt stems from my indiscretion and yours for lying. We made our choices. Now, we just have to let it ride.

Olive: Or I could just tell everyone the truth and have you fired and put in jail.

Mrs. Griffith: Okay, first of all, he is of age, okay!? It's perfectly legal in the state of California. I checked! He is 21 in eight months. And secondly, let's play the "Who Would You Believe game," okay? Why don't you ask yourself, if you were an adult, who would you believe? Who would you believe!? Who would you believe!? Who would you believe!? Who!?! ...Thank you for coming in.

Olive: How do you know where I live?

Todd: We used to carpool.

Olive: Yeah, in 2nd grade. What, are you like a savant for people's addresses?

Todd: Just for people who I think are cool.

Olive: You think I'm cool?

Todd: I do. And I think you're pretty and smart.

Olive: Did you form this opinion prior to my little transformation?

Todd: Way prior.

Olive: Why didn't that rumor spread?

Todd: I like to keep my business to myself. Notoriety, for whatever reason, never seems to benefit the noted, only the "notees.

Olive: Where were you two weeks ago?

Todd: Olive. If I promise not to tell anyone, could I kiss you right now?

Olive: No.

Todd: Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

Olive: Oh, no. I just mean, not like this. I don't wanna kiss you with mascara running down my face...and some horndog guy just having tried to stick his tongue down my throat. I've wanted to kiss you since 8th grade, but I want it to be perfect. And right now, my life is a mess. I need to get my business in order before I drag you into it.

Todd: What if I told you I wanna be dragged into it? I could help, maybe.

Olive: Why now? Why are you all of a sudden into me now?

Todd: I don't know. I haven't overanalyzed it, like you're about to.

Olive: Guys, I want you to know that if you hear around town that I have chlamydia, that is totally false.

Rosemary: Olive, do we need to have the talk again?

Olive: No. It's just a thing that's going around.

Dill: You know, nothing you're saying is making me feel any better.

Rosemary: Not to mention how you have been dressing these past few days. No judgment, but you kind of look like a stripper.

Olive: Mom!

Dill: A high-end stripper, for governors or athletes, but a stripper nonetheless.

Olive: Oh, my God. I'm just trying to mix it up a little. And I have no STDs, I promise you.

Dill: Oh, that's great. Daughter of the Year.

Mr Griffith: I don't know what your generation's fascination is with documenting your every thought...but I can assure you, they're not all diamonds. "Roman is having an OK day, and bought a Coke Zero at the gas station. Raise the roof." Who gives a rat's ass?

Olive: He got a Coke Zero again? Oh that Roman, incorrigible.

Todd: [referring to the student protesters] Screw all these people, Olive!

Olive: Haven't you heard? I already did.

Olive: Does it ever bother you that your boyfriend is 22 years old and still in high school?

Marianne: Because, Olive, it's His choice!

Olive: Oh, really? His choice? He just wants to be repeating his senior year for, like, the fourth time cause he can't pass a single test?

Marianne: [gestures up] No, silly, His. His, with a capital H. If the Good Lord had wanted Micah to graduate, he would have given him the right answers.

Olive: [laughs] I'm sorry, but, I mean, really? You gotta be shittin me, woman.

Marianne: [stapling papers] Looks like someone's on a downward spiral.

Olive: Looks like someone's practicing the mundane activity she'll be saddled with the rest of her pathetic life.

Brandon: So what's with your new look? It's very whore couture.

Olive: Oh, haven't you heard? I'm the new school slut.

Brandon: You know, I did hear something. I also heard he was twice your age.

Olive: Oh, no no no no. He was a freshman in college.

Brandon: I also heard he gave you crabs.

Olive: Ew! People suck!

Brandon: Tell me about it.

Dill: [as Olive is tearing up her clothes and making her new outfits] Is everything alright? It sounds like you're having sex in here...Which can't be true due to the fact that you have a homosexual boyfriend.

Olive: [angry] He's not my boyfriend!

Dill: Hey, no judgment. All God's children. It's fine. I was gay once...for a while. No big deal. We all do it. It's okay.

Olive: Dad, can you just shut the door, please?

Dill: You all right, buddy?

Olive: Yeah.

Dill: Give them hell.

Nina: Perhaps you should embroider a red "A" on your wardrobe, you abominable tramp.

Olive: Perhaps you should get a wardrobe you abominable twat.

Rosemary: That boy from yesterday just dropped this off for you...

Olive: Well, put it in the pile of gifts from my other suitors.

Rosemary: He seems like a nice kid. He seemed a little incredibly gay...

Olive: Dyed in the wool homosexual, that boy is.

Rosemary: I just want you to know your father and I are totally supportive. We love you no matter what the sexual orientation of your opposite sex sex partner...

Olive: We are not dating, Mom.

Rosemary: ...and don't worry about not making us grandparents. Although we were kind of hoping you'd get "knocked up" so we'd have a second shot at raising kids, really do it right this time.

Olive: Bye now...

Rosemary: You know, I dated a homosexual once. For a long time, actually... a long time...

Olive: Dear God, dear Lord, tell me you didn't marry and have children with him!

Rosemary: [Giggles] No.

Rosemary: No, no. Your father is as straight as they come. A little too straight, if you know what I mean, girlfriend.

Olive: I don't...

Brandon: I'm looking for an Olive.

Rosemary: There's a whole jar of them in the fridge.

Brandon: I thought this was...

Rosemary: [calling upstairs] Oh come on in. Any friend of Olive's is a friend of our daughters. Olive! Sweetie, there's a young man here to see you. He said something about asking for your hand in marriage!!

Olive: Oh happy day mama! Oh, I thought I was gonna have to spend my dowry on booze and pills to numb the loneliness!! A gentleman caller, hooray!!!

Marianne: There's a higher power that will judge you for your indecency.

Olive: [[w:Tom Cruise|Tom Cruise] ]?

Rhiannon: You're being pretty cavalier about this. Aren't you supposed to be eternally in love with him and shit?

Olive: [shrugs] Yes... I believe so, if I was the Gossip Girl in Sweet Valley of the Traveling Pants. But since I'm not...

Rhiannon: I want every detail!

Olive: Rhi-

Rhiannon: Now bitch!

Olive: You know, you call me "bitch" a lot. Okay, it's not a term of endearment.

Rhiannon: I want every detail! Now shitface!

Olive: Yeah, you're not heading in the right direction.

Taxi Driver: Welcome to New York! Go and fuck a dick!

Kayla: Maybe you should care a little bit less about work and a little bit more about the girl you're dating because last time I checked work doesn't reassure you that liking a finger up your ass doesn't make you gay.

Mia: I'm always gonna love you.

Sebastian: I'm always gonna love you, too.

Mia: Why did you come here?

Sebastian: Because I have good news.

Mia: What?

Sebastian: Amy Brandt, the casting director? Yeah. She was at your play, and she loved it. And she loved it so much that she wants you to come in tomorrow and audition for this huge movie that she's got.

Mia: [pause] I'm not going to that. I'm not going to that.

Sebastian: What?

Mia: That one's gonna be...No. That one's gonna be...

Sebastian: I'm sorry?

Mia: That will kill me.

Sebastian: [shouting] What?! What? What?

Mia: Shh! Stop!

Sebastian: No!

Mia: Shh! Shh! You have to be quiet. We're in a neighborhood.

Sebastian: If you want me to be quiet, you have to make some goddamn sense! Tell me why you're not going.

Mia: They'll call the police. Because. Because...

Sebastian: Why?

Mia: I've been to a million auditions, and the same thing happens every time where I get interrupted because someone wants to get a sandwich. Or I'm crying, and they start laughing. Or there's people sitting in the waiting room, and they're like me, but prettier and better at the...Because maybe I'm not good enough!

Sebastian: Yes, you are.

Mia: No...No, maybe I'm not.

Sebastian: Yes, you are.

Mia: Maybe I'm not.

Sebastian: You are.

Mia: Maybe I'm one of those people that has always wanted to do it, but it's like a pipe dream for me, you know? And then, you said it, you change your dreams, and then you grow up. Maybe I'm one of those people, and I'm not supposed to. And I can go back to school, and I can find something else I'm supposed to do. Cause I left to do that, and it's been six years, and I don't want to do it anymore.

Sebastian: Why?

Mia: Why what?

Sebastian: Why don't you want to do it anymore?

Mia: Cause I think it hurts a little bit too much.

Sebastian: You're a baby.

Mia: I'm not a baby. I'm trying to grow up.

Sebastian: You are. You're crying like a baby.

Mia: Oh, my God.

Sebastian: You have an audition tomorrow at 5:30. I'll be out front at 8:00 A.M. You'll be out front or not, I don't know.

Sebastian: I thought you wanted me to do this, it just sounds like now you don't want me to do it.

Mia: What do you mean, I wanted you to do this?

Sebastian: This is what you wanted for me.

Mia: To be in this band?

Sebastian: To be in a band, to have a steady job, you know to be... you know.

Mia: Of course, I wanted you to have a steady job so that you could take care of yourself and your life and you could start your club.

Sebastian: Yeah, so I'm doing that, so I don't understand like why aren't we celebrating?

Mia: Why aren't you starting your club?

Sebastian: You said yourself no one wants to go that club. No one wants to go to a club called Chicken on a Stick.

Mia: So change the name!

Sebastian: Well, no one likes jazz, not even you!

Mia: I do like jazz now, because of you!

Sebastian: What am I supposed to do? Go back to playing "Jingle Bells" so I can save money for some Shangri-La club no one wants to go to?

Mia: People will want to go to it because you're passionate about it and people love what other people are passionate about. You remind people of what they've forgotten.

Sebastian: [pause] Not in my experience. Anyway, it's time to grow up. You know? This is what I'm doing. If you had a problem, I wish you would've said something earlier, before I signed on the dotted line.

Mia: You had a dream that you were sticking to, that...

Sebastian: This is the dream!

Mia: This is not your dream.

Sebastian: Guys like me go their whole lives and never do anything that's liked. I'm finally doing something that people enjoy. What is wrong with that?

Mia: Why do you care so much about being liked?

Sebastian: [pause] You're an actress, what are we talking about? Maybe you liked me more when I was a failure because it made you feel better about yourself.

Mia: Are you kidding?

Sebastian: No.

Sebastian: You should come.

Mia: To Boise?

Sebastian: You can knock it off your bucket list.

Tracy: [after Sebastian honks car horn outside Mia's apartment] Is that gonna happen every time?

Mia: [smiling] I think so.

Sebastian: Fuck em!

Mia: [mildly amused] That's what you always say.

Mia: I should probably tell you something now, just to get it out of the way.

Sebastian: Mm-hmm?

Mia: I hate jazz

Sebastian: What do you mean you hate jazz?

Mia: It just means that when I listen to it, I don't like it.

Mia: [[w:Dangerous Minds|Dangerous Minds; [w:The O.C.|The O.C.] Honestly, I wish I loved something else. I've tried so hard to want other things. I left school after two years to come here, my fourth manager just dropped me, and my last audition was for a teen soap pitched as ] meets ]. Should've been a lawyer.

Sebastian: Cause the world needs more lawyers.

Mia: Well it doesn't need more actresses.

Sebastian: You're not just an actress.

Mia: What do you mean, "just an actress"?

Sebastian: You said it yourself, you're a child-prodigy playwright.

Mia: That is not what I said.

Sebastian: You're too modest to say it but it's true. So you could write your own roles. Write something that's as interesting as you are.

Mia: Last thing I wrote was a stand-up routine for an open-mic night. It was horrible.

Sebastian: [[Louis Armstrong] All I'm saying is ] could have played the marching-band charts he was given. What did he do instead?

Mia: I don’t know. What did he do.

Sebastian: Well, He made history, didn’t he?

Mia: OK, I'll stop auditioning and make history instead.

Sebastian: [laughs] My work here is done.

Mia: It's pretty strange that we keep running into each other.

Sebastian: Maybe it means something.

Mia: I doubt it.

Sebastian: Yeah, I didn't think so.

Sebastian: Alright, I remember you. And I'll admit I was a little curt that night.

Mia: Curt?

Sebastian: [[w:I Ran (So Far Away)|I Ran] Okay, I was an asshole. I can admit that. But requesting "]" from a serious musician? It's just, it's too far.

Mia: My Lord, did you just say "a serious musician?

Sebastian: I don't think so.

Mia: Can I borrow what you're wearing?

Sebastian: Why?

Mia: Because I have an audition next week. I'm playing a serious firefighter.

Sebastian: So you're an actress? I thought you looked familiar. Have I seen you in anything?

Mia: Uhh, the coffee shop on the Warner Brothers lot, that's a classic.

Sebastian: Oh I see.

Mia: Yeah.

Sebastian: So you're a barista? And I can see how you could then look down on me from all the way up there.

Singer: Sebastian. Second set.

Sebastian: He doesn't tell me what to do.

Mia: He just told you what to do.

Sebastian: [pause] I let him. What's your name?

Mia: Mia.

Sebastian: Mia. Guess I'll see you in the movies.

Peter Parker: I've got to stop him, though. I have to, because I created him.

Gwen Stacy: What do you mean?

Peter Parker: I gave him an equation...that made all of this possible. Something my dad's been working on, you know? Secretly. Now I understand why he kept it a secret. Point is, this is my responsibility. I have to fix this.

Gwen Stacy: It's easy to feel hopeful on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days ahead of us, too. There will be days when you feel alone, and that is when hope is needed most. No matter how buried it gets or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold onto hope. Keep it alive. We have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for you is to become hope - people need that. And even if we fail, what better way is there to live? As we look around here today, at all the people who helped make us who we are, I know it feels like we are saying goodbye, but we will carry a piece of each other into everything that we do next, to remind us of who we are and who we are meant to be.

Gwen Stacy: [her high-school graduation speech] I know that we all think we're immortal, we're supposed to feel that way, we're graduating. The future is and should be bright, but, like our brief four years in high school, what makes life valuable is that it doesn't last forever, what makes it precious is that it ends. I know that now more than ever. And I say it today of all days to remind us that time is luck. So don't waste it living someone else's life, make yours count for something. Fight for what matters to you, no matter what. Because even if you fall short, what better way is there to live?

Gwen Stacy: You're Spider-Man, and I love that. But I love Peter Parker more.

Gwen Stacy: This is bigger than you, Peter.

Hannah: [after kissing him passionately] Do you remember me?

Jacob: Yeah.

Hannah: Do you still find me attractive?

Jacob: Yes.

Hannah: Do you still want to take me home?

Jacob: Yeah.

Hannah: Let's go.

Hannah: I'm here to bang the hot guy who hit on me at the bar.

Jacob: Jacob.

Hannah: Jacob! Sorry, Jacob...

Jacob: Do people still say "bang"?

Hannah: I do. And we're gonna bang!

Hannah: [to Jacob] Will you take off your shirt... fuck! Seriously? It's like you're Photoshopped!

Duncan Wedderburn: I will fucking throw you overboard!

Bella Baxter: So you wish to marry me, or kill me? Is that the proposal?

Bella Baxter: I am rested, let us go again.

Duncan Wedderburn: Again? Unfortunately, even I have my limits. Men cannot keep coming back for more.

Bella Baxter: It is a physiological problem? A weakness in men.

Duncan Wedderburn: Well... perhaps so.

Duncan Wedderburn: [''After she spits out her food''] Bella!

Bella Baxter: Why keep it in my mouth if it is revolting?

Kitty: [''She laughs''] I've said that before to Gerald.

Duncan Wedderburn: You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I will not lie, I’ve been with many.

Bella Baxter: Missus Prim said you were wolf, with scent of a hundred women on you.

Duncan Wedderburn: She undersells it, okay. Oysters, have you had them before?

Bella Baxter: I have not.

Madame Swiney: We must work. We must make money. But more than that Bella, we must experience everything. Not just the good, but degradation, horror, sadness. This makes us whole Bella, makes us people of substance. Not flighty, untouched children. Then we can know the world. And when we know the world, the world is ours.

Bella Baxter: I want that.

Madame Swiney: Now go and fuck someone and bring me ten francs.

Dr. Godwin Baxter: I can't let you go.

Bella Baxter: If you do not, Bella shall turn rotten with hate.

Bella Baxter: I am Bella Baxter. I am a flawed, experimenting person. I seek outings and adventures. Bella's so much to discover. And there is a world to enjoy, circumnavigate. It is the goal of all to improve, advance, progress, grow.

Bella Baxter: [after she kisses Max McCandless] We will need less of your tongue in the future. But overall, most agreeable.

Bella Baxter: Money is its own form of sickness.

Bella Baxter: I am finding being alive fascinating.

Bella Baxter: I’m a changeable feast, as are all of we.

Bella Baxter: This is Martha. She is my new friend who has not been fucked in twenty years! Is that not astonishment? I hope you use your hand between your legs to keep yourself happy?

Bella Baxter: [to Duncan, about sex] Why do people not just do this all the time?

Bella Baxter: I have adventured it and found nothing but sugar and violence. It is most charming.

Bella Baxter: [on the wailing infant] I must go punch that baby.