Lolita DavidovichQuotes

Grace Pasic: How old are you?

Lia: Twenty.

Grace Pasic: Another five years, you're gonna be sucked out, fucked out, doped out, lookin for a handout.

Lia: Ah, but what a five years, huh?

Grace Pasic: [as both laugh sarcastically] It's a choice. Go for it!

Cesar Dominguez: Grace, who do you think won the fight? Vince, or me?

Grace Pasic: I think it was a fair decision.

Grace Pasic: Cesar, it was a nice three months together.

Cesar Dominguez: Six. It was six months, honey.

Grace Pasic: But only three were nice.

Grace Pasic: [Working on the engine of her Oldsmobile Cutlass; revs the engine] Who would have thought that the Oldsmobile would come up with a muscle car? Listen to this.

Cesar Dominguez: That's beautiful!

Grace Pasic: I don't trust a quiet car.

Grace Pasic: I love church music...

Vince Boudreau: Church music? It's too good for the church. JESUS was too good for the church, ya ask me. You know, he shook things up. He was, uh, he was an ANARCHIST, ya know? He, uh, he threw the money lenders outta the temple. First thing he's gonna do when he comes back is torch the Vatican!

Grace Pasic: Vince, come on!

Michael's Voice on Answering Machine: [machine beeps] Hi, we're not here right now. Leave a message. We'll call you right back.

Michael: Charlie. Pick up. It's me. You're probably in the bathroom, making yourself look beautiful. Um, I don't want you feelin trapped by Mimi. Try to open up to him. Just don't leave him alone with the cat. I'll see you soon. I love you. Bye.

Charlotte: [spots Matika crawling on a wall next to the door and screams; screams and fights off Matika from under door with toothbrush] Michael, don't hang up! Don't hang up! There's a spider! This can't be happening! This is a penthouse apartment!

Mimi: [searching for Matika; lifts up Charlotte's bedspread; Charlotte notices and screams in alarm] Matika? Nice pushibushi.

Charlotte: [gets up with bedspread wrapped around her and runs out room] That is the last pushibushi you're gonna see around here, you little savage!

French woman: [Mimi shoots a pigeon out of the French woman's hand, and the woman screams and cries] My little darlings. Ah. Ooh. Are your little bellies empty? Oh. Bonjour. Ah. Bonjour. We are all so happy today, n'est-ce pas?

Michael: [to Mimi; brings Mimi inside; holds up cereal box; [w:Cap'n Crunch|Cap'n Crunch] What's goin on up here? Did you-- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go! Go! Go! Mimi, you can't do this! You do not kill birds around here for breakfast! If you're hungry, ask me. I bought some stuff for you. This is what kids love. ].

Mimi: What is?

Michael: [reading the ingredients on side of cereal box; in Charlotte's bedroom; [w:Bloomingdale's|Bloomingdale's] This is cereal! It's just corn, brown sugar, yellow #5 and zinc oxide? They've added a sunblock to it. You pour this on this, and that's your breakfast. Enjoy yourself. Charlie. Come on. Wake up, sweetheart. Wake up. Charlie. ] burned down.

Charlotte: [wakes up with a snort] What?

Michael: Mimi's having breakfast out in the kitchen. I will be home before lunch. Bye.

Charlotte: Wait. I can't watch him. Women's Wear is coming to the loft.

Michael: You don't need to baby-sit him. He'll be fine. Now go back to sleep.

Charlotte: Mmm.

Michael: [Mimi has poured the cereal and milk on the counter] Mimi, I gotta get goin here. No. No! This isn't-- No. No, it's not your fault. I didn't mention that you usually put this in a bowl.

Mimi: When we go to Statue of Liberty?

Michael: Uh, tomorrow.

Mimi: Tomorrow?

Michael: I know I told you we were going today, but I can't today. I-I-- The Baboon's makin some very big trades today.

Mimi: Me go trade with Baboon.

Michael: Baboon go alone. I'd like to be around you, but, but I'm obligated to go.

Mimi: What means "obligated"?

Michael: Obligated. It means... when you do something that you don't really wanna do.

Mimi: Okay. Baboon obligated.

Michael: And will you promise Baboon one thing? You won't shoot any more animals? And don't eat the cat. I'll bring food home.

Fiona: Oh, my God! Oh, Charlie, this is fabulous!

Michael: Mimi, get down.

Charlotte: [referring to sketches] When I saw the shoulders on this gown, I plotzed. I said to myself, "Fiona, this, this is the future of fashion.

Michael: Oh, no. Remember what I told ya? Forks go on the left side. This side. Small fork on the outside. Take your Knife, put it over next to the spoon. The blade-- Blade in. Perfect. Yeah. Might wanna work on that one too.

Mimi: In Lipo Lipo, we eat with hands.

Michael: In New York, New York, we eat with forks.

Mimi: [snorts] When are we gonna eat? I'm famished.

Charlotte: A little champagne? Gino, why don't you show her the bridesmaids sketches?

Fiona: [sniffs] Show me, show me, show me, show me. Oh, I'm loving this. Ah!

Charlotte: What is taking so long with the food?

Michael: I'll give them a call.

Fiona: [[w:Preservative|preservatives] I don't eat meat, I don't eat dairy or nightshade vegetables, and, of course, I don't touch ].

Michael: [under his breath; Charlotte kicks him] Obviously. Mmh!

Mimi: [to Fiona] Cat fat.

Fiona: Mm-hmm.

Mimi: We eat cat.

Fiona: [doorbell rings] Excuse me?

Patricia: That must be the food.

Fiona: Oh! Finally.

Patricia: Gino, Louis.

Gino: Coming.

Patricia: [slowly picks up the Coco] We are not going to eat the cat.

Mimi: Cat's job, feed people.

Michael: No, not here. Here, cat's job is to sleep and lick crotch.

Fiona: [they arrive in kitchen and Mimi is squatting on table eating cat food; gasps in shock] Oh, Charlie, it smells so good! I can't stand it! Of course, this is much too much for me. Did they forget my tiramisu? Oh, God!

Mimi: This much tasty. Your female makes good food, Baboon.

Louis: [faints again] Ohh!

Gino: [to Louis] Oh, Louis, you are such a cliché.

Charlotte: You had no right to change the rules.

Michael: What rules?

Charlotte: When we talked about having children, we agreed that you would be my child and that I would be your child, and now I find out that you've had a child all along.

Michael: Wait a second. Are you saying that I knew that I had a child?

Charlotte: Well, if I had a child, I certainly would have known.

Michael: Hello! You're a woman. Of course you'd know. You're there when you have it. Look, there's no magical bond between a father and son that spans the continents. The only reason I know I have a child is because you insisted I go down to the Amazon to finalize the divorce.

Charlotte: Oh, so, now you're saying that you having a child is my fault? I don't think so, Michael.

Michael: Mimi's just visiting. I wanna show him a good time. After that, he goes back home, and we can go back to being the way we were. Entirely wrapped up in ourselves.

Charlotte: Promise?

Charlotte: [with cigarette] Look at me. I'm smoking.

Ian: The rainforest is a very hot issue. Being associated with this, uh, jungle bloke, it can only help you.

Charlotte: Where's the rain forest?

Ian: Brian, find out where the rainforest is.

Brian: Right.

Charlotte: [sees Mimi Siku and gasps] Oh!

Michael: Mimi Siku, this is Charlotte, and, uh, Charlotte, this is Mimi Siku.

Charlotte: It's a pleasure to meet you, Mimi Siki.

Michael: Mimi Siku.

Charlotte: Mimi Siku.

Mimi: This your female, Baboon?

Michael: This is my female.

Charlotte: [[w:Elle (magazine)|Elle magazine; to Michael; to Mimi] And as his female, I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight with Fiona Gluckman. She's the fashion editor of ]. Very major. She wants to see the sketches for my wedding trousseau. And if you're available, I'd love for you to join us. Is there anything special you like to eat?

Mimi: Lizard guts.

Charlotte: Lizard guts?

Michael: Yes, but very lean.

Charlotte: [spots Mimi attempting to urinate in potted plant; shocked gasp] Great earrings. Honey!

Michael: [runs over to Mimi; to Charlotte; to Mimi] Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Mimi, Mimi, Mimi. Do you remember what we talked about, using the toilet on the airplane? Let's continue to do that. I will find the men's room for him, and we will see you tonight. Come on, Mimi.

Charlotte: Will he be wearing the loin cloth to dinner?

Michael: I'll get him some clothes.

Michael: Are you upset?

Charlotte: You brought back a child. Everyone else I know comes back from South America with a bag of coffee.

Michael: Well, I have ten million bags of coffee.

Charlotte: I thought I'd bring back something with a little less caffeine. I have a show to prepare and a wedding to plan.

Michael: [gestures to cameraman to come closer to him and then gut-punches him] That's months away. Honey? He's only gonna be here for a short while.

Cameraman: [in pain] UHH!

Michael: [Mimi appears in the floor] Mimi.

Mimi: Baboon.

Michael: [Mimi and Richard appear] What have you done with Mr. Kempster?

Richard: Excuse me! Michael! Do you know who Matika is?

Karen: Daddy!

Richard: Karen. Look at you, you look... beautiful.

Mimi: [lovestruck] Angel on table.

Charlotte: Michael, you're back!

Ian: [to camera crew] Where's Brian? Brian, let's go. Come on. Come, come, come.

Charlotte: [she and Michael kiss] Mmm. I missed you. You never called me.

Ian: We're here, but we're not "here," okay? Try to think of us as, uh, furniture.

Charlotte: Just act natural. So, did you miss me, darling?

Michael: I missed you very much.

Charlotte: My pieces in the show were such a hit that Ian-- Michael Cromwell, this is Ian Finch-Chumley.

Michael: Good to meet you, Ian.

Ian: Hi, Michael.

Charlotte: [[w:FashionTV|the Fashion Channel] He's doing a profile on me for ]. He'll be following me from now through the spring collection, and he'll be covering the wedding as well. Isn't that fabulous?

Michael: [confused] There's a-- There's a Fashion Channel?

Ian: [scoffs] Yeah.

Charlotte: [uses finger to turn Michael's head] Forget the camera. Just talk to me. They're furniture. Now, honey, did you get everything settled?

Michael: Yeah.

Charlotte: Yes! Oh!

Charlotte: So... what did you bring me?

Cameraman: Ow!