Jennifer GreyQuotes

Jeanie Bueller: [discovers that Ferris has been faking being sick and sneaking out of the house by finding a mannequin in his bed] I KNEW IT!!!

Jeanie Bueller: [on the phone after her encounter with Rooney; pause; pause again; hangs up] Look, this is not a phony phone call. There is an intruder, male, Caucasian, possibly armed, certainly weird, in my kitchen. My name's Bueller. Look, it's real nice that you hope my brother's feeling better, but I'm in danger. Okay? I'm very cute, I'm very alone, and I'm very protective of my body. I do not want it violated or killed! All right?! I need help! Speak any English?! DICK HEAD!

Marcia: If I hear from my kids once a month, it's a shock.

Benji: Oh, Marcia. Fuck those guys. Man, I wouldn't miss a week.

David: Sorry about him.

Eloge: No, no.

Diane: What a troubled young man.

Eloge: He wants to be good. You can see the spark. Do you know what I mean?

Marcia: Yeah. Absolutely, Eloge.

Mark: Forgive me if I don't see this magical spark.

Diane: Oh, Mark, stop it. He's tormented, for whatever reason.

Mark: Okay.

Marcia: He's funny and he's charming under all the mishegoss.

Diane: I feel bad for him.

Marcia: Has he always been like this?

David: Yeah. I mean, he's always been, like, up and down, you know? Like, he's sensitive, and he, like, sees people so clearly, you know? But then you say the wrong thing and, like, something switches. Or maybe it's not appropriate to talk about him.

Marcia: No.

Diane: No, what's not appropriate? You obviously got something going on between you and, uh - well, he's clearly in pain.

David: Yeah, but isn't everyone in pain in some way? I mean, look at what happened to our families, look at where we came from. I mean, who isn't - you know, who isn't wrought?

Mark: Well, you seem okay.

David: I'm not, though. I'm not. I just, like, take a pill for my fuckin OCD, you know, and I jog and I meditate and I go to work in the morning and I, like, come home at the end of the day, and I, like, move forward, you know, because I know that my pain is unexceptional, so I don't feel the need to, like, I don't know, burden everybody with it, you know?

Mark, Eloge: Yeah.

David: Yeah. God, I'm sorry.

James: No, it's all - it's all right, David.

Diane: It's okay.

David: [he chokes up; he turns to Mark; he turns to Eloge] I'm sorry, I'm ranting, I am just, like... I don't know. Um... Ooh. Sorry, I'm just, like, so fucking exhausted by him sometimes, you know? Like, I... I, I love him and I hate him and I wanna kill him... and I wanna be him, you know? And I feel, like, so stupid around him, you know, because he is so fucking cool and he just does not give a shit. And then... just, like, being here with him is just so fucking baffling to me, you know? It's just baffling, cause it's like: How did this guy come from the survivors of this place, you know? I mean, that your uncle had to sell, like, used furniture to rich assholes or, like, couldn't get into medical school. And that you survived, like, the worst thing to happen on this planet in the last thirty years. And that our grandma survived by a thousand miracles when the entire world was trying to kill her, you know? And I look at him and I just, like, wanna ask him... I just wanna ask him, and I just can't. Like... like, how did the product of a thousand fucking miracles overdose on a bottle of sleeping pills?

Marcia: What?

Diane: Sorry, what did you say?

David: Yeah, he tried to... yeah, sorry, I probably shouldn't have said anything.

James: It's okay. Uh, I'm so - I'm sorry to hear that.

Eloge: I'm so sorry. That's - that's very distressing.

Marcia: When did this happen?

David: [the sound of live piano emerges from the next room] Like six - six months ago. My aunt Leah - uh, Benji's mom - found him on the couch. And I know he is so funny and so charming. And you are all gonna walk away with this picture of this amazing man, which he totally is in so many ways. But when I picture him, it is passed out on a ratty basement couch while I am in New York City with my beautiful wife and adorable child, and it just fucking kills me. Sorry. I'm... I'm oversharing. Well, they're back again.

Marcia: It's him.

Marcia: Last year my daughter married a very rich man.

Benji: Oh, fuck.

Marcia: And she's incapable of having a conversation with any depth anymore.

Benji: Well, yeah, of course. Money's like fucking heroin for boring people.

Marcia: David, we numb ourselves to avoid thinking about our impact.

Eloge: Ignoring the proverbial slaughterhouse to enjoy the steak, as it were.

Benji: Yes, Eloge! Damn, that's a good analogy.

David: No, and I get that, I get all that, it just seems like maybe there's, like, a time and a place to grieve, and maybe it's not...

Benji: Yo, Dave.

David: What?

Benji: We're on a fucking Holocaust tour. If now is not the time and place to grieve, to open up, I don't know what to tell you, man.

Frances "Baby" Houseman: [to her father] I told you I was telling the truth, Daddy. I'm sorry I lied to you, but you lied too. You told me everyone was alike and deserved a fair break. But you meant everyone who was like you. You told me you wanted me to change the world, to make it better. But you meant by becoming a lawyer or a Doctor and marrying someone from Harvard. I'm not proud of myself, but I'm in this family too. You can't keep giving me the silent treatment. There are a lot of things about me that aren't what you thought. But if you love me, you have to love all the things about me, and I love you. I'm sorry I let you down; I'm so sorry, Daddy. But you let me down too.

Frances "Baby" Houseman: Oh, yes, as a matter of fact it is. We're supposed to do the show in two days, you won't show me the lifts, I'm not sure of the turns, I'm doing all this to save your ass, what I really want to do is drop you on it!

Frances "Baby" Houseman: [when she sneaks into the employees-only party; realizes what she just said] I carried a watermelon. I carried a watermelon?

Frances "Baby" Houseman: [voiceover] That was the summer of 1963, when everybody called me "Baby", and it didn't occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles, when I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellermans.