Richard E. GrantQuotes

Anaïs Nin: Possess her like a man. I want to fuck her like a man. Fuck her, Hugo.

Hugo Guiler: I am fucking her, pussy willow.

Anaïs Nin: How would you lie to June if you were making love to her?

Hugo Guiler: Making love to her?

Anaïs Nin: Yes. To her body. To her voluptuous body. She is so perverse, so naked. Tell her that you love her.

Hugo Guiler: I love you.

Henry Miller: Hell of a place you got here, Hugo. Peaceful. Been here long?

Hugo Guiler: Just since the crash.

Hugo Guiler: We lived well. This is Henry Miller, the American writer Osborn is putting up. My wife, Anaïs Nin.

Henry Miller: How are you, Anaïs?

Hugo Guiler: Eduardo Sanchez, Anaïs cousin. Anaïs, you should read Henry's stuff.

Richard Osborn: [[D.H. Lawrence] For my money, he's got it over ].

Anaïs Nin: I'd love to read your writing.

Richard Osborn: He hasn't been published yet.

Hugo Guiler: Does she think she can love anything in you I haven't loved?

Hugo Guiler: You fall in love with people's minds.

Darwin Mayflower: The last ingredient in the recipe is Da Vinci's model of a helicopter...

Minerva Mayflower: [[w:Louvre|Louvre] ...on display for three days only at the ] in Paris.

Hudson Hawk: As opposed to the Louvre in Wisconsin?

Darwin Mayflower: Shut up! You're gonna make me lose my train of thought.

Hudson Hawk: [[w:Eddie Munster|Eddie Munster] Look, you ]-looking motherfucker, someone better explain to me what is going on, or I ain't gonna move another muscle. I want to be treated like an adult!

Darwin Mayflower: That's fair. Now go to your room!

Darwin Mayflower: So, Hawkmeister. We've got you clothes, a great hotel and a 250,000 lira per diem.

Minerva Mayflower: That's 200 dollars a day. So he can get a hooker and some tequila? Veto, Darwin!

Hudson Hawk: I guess we see who wears the penis in this family.

Darwin Mayflower: History, tradition, culture... are not concepts! These are trophies I keep in my den as paperweights! The chaos we will cause with this machine will be our final masterpiece!

Darwin Mayflower: [[w:Leonardo Da Vinci|Da Vinci] If ] were alive today, he'd be eating microwave sushi, naked, in the back of a Cadillac with the both of us.

Darwin Mayflower: I'll kill your friends, your family, and the bitch you took to the prom!

Darwin Mayflower: I'll torture you so slowly, you'll think it's a career.

Darwin Mayflower: Money isn't everything - gold is. Fuck T-bills! Fuck blue chip stocks! Fuck junk bonds! We've got the real deal! Money will always be paper, but gold will always be GOLD!

Darwin Mayflower: This might be hard to believe, but I'm just a regular Joe. I just want to be happy. And happiness comes from the achievement of goals. It's just that when you've made your first billion by the age of 19, it's hard to keep coming up with new ones! But finally, I've got myself a new goal: WORLD DOMINATION!

Darwin Mayflower: What can I tell you? I'm the villain.

Bonnie Sherow: [After screening ''Habeas Corpus'' with its revised cast of famous actors and new happy ending] How could you let him sell you out? What about truth? Reality?

Tom Oakley: What about the way the old ending tested in Canoga Park? Everybody hated it. We reshot it. Now everybody loves it. That's reality.

Tom Oakley: [Pitching ''Habeas Corpus''] The DA Breaks into the prison, runs down death row, but he gets there too late. The gas pellets have been dropped. She's dead. I tell you, there's not a dry eye in the house.

Griffin Mill: She's dead?

Tom Oakley: She's dead. She's dead. Because that's the reality. The innocent die.

Griffin Mill: Who's the DA?

Tom Oakley: No one.

Griffin Mill: No one?

Tom Oakley: No stars on this project. We're going out on a limb on one.

Andy Civelli: You know, like unknown stage actors or maybe somebody English like what's-his-name.

Griffin Mill: Why?

Tom Oakley: Why? This story is too damned important to risk being overwhelmed by personality. That's fine for action pictures, but this is special. We want real people. We don't want people coming with any preconceived notions.

Martin Barnfield: Gonna make this movie? Have we got a deal?

Clifford: We’ve got a deal. Yes!

Clifford: (after they have a fall into the Thames) Look at this! Front page news again. Suppose the whole lot you had been drowned?

Geri: Well we weren’t though, were we?

Victoria: Speak for yourself.

Clifford: What do you think you were doing, going off like that?

Mel B: We were just having fun!

Clifford: What?!

Emma: You know, fun? Like, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

Emma: I don’t wanna go any further, I’m scared!

Victoria: Why does the countryside have to be so bloody muddy?

Mel B: You know what? Something just brushed past me, and I’m not joking.

Geri: It’s probably something that wants to eat you.

Mel C: Oh, pack it in, Mel!

Mel B: It wasn’t me!

Geri: I think we’re lost, you know?

Mel C: WHAT’S THAT?!

Geri: OH MY GOD, RUN FOR IT!!

Emma: I CAN’T MOVE!!

Alien #1: (in alien language) It’s them, it’s them! Look!

Alien #2: (in alien language) Are you sure?

Alien #1: (in alien language) Yes! There’s the little blonde one.

Alien #2: (in alien language) That’s what you said last time, and it was a sheep!

Mel B: OI, GET OFF!

Mel C: Mel, you’ve done it now!

Alien #2: (in alien language) I told you, shake HANDS!

Mel B: Geri, go on, say something to them!

Geri: What do you want with us?

Alien #2: (in alien language) Are you the Spice Girls?

Girls: Yes.

Alien #2: (in alien language) Can we have tickets for your Albert Hall gig?

Emma: I’m really sorry, but it’s all sold out.

Alien #2: (in alien language) I told you we should’ve booked early!

Mel C: What’s that? What is it?

Alien #1: (in alien language) Can I have your autograph? It’s not for me, it’s for my brother.

Mel C: What’s his name?

Alien #1: (in alien language) Krtkkarphillmuk.

Mel C: Is that with 3 or 4 K’s?

Emma: It’s 4.

Alien #4: (in alien language) Could you sign this, Posh?

Victoria: Oh gosh, you’re fat!

Alien #1: (in alien language) Give us a kiss, Ginger one!

Emma: Eww, he wants you to snog him!

Alien #1: (in alien language) YIPPEE!

Emma: You want a picture?

Alien #2: (in alien language) Say “khttttyakkk!”

Clifford: What d’you mean, aliens?

Mel C: You know, aliens from outer space?

Emma: They had these little squidgy faces!

Victoria: Yeah, and really cheap green coats!

Clifford: You’re obviously under massive stress. I think you need some time off.

Emma: But we can’t dance like that.

Shiver: [to Clara, as she's attempting to escape the tower] My dear, that doesn't look very secure.

Hawthorne: [worried; to Shiver] You can't! It's not gonna work.

Clara: It's just the laws of physics.

Philip: Do those laws ALWAYS work?

Clara: [under her breath] Always. As far as I know.

Sugar Plum: [to Clara, after she's dressed for the ballet about the four realms; the opening of "March of the Toys" from the ballet's first act plays as they enter the theater] You look like the daughter of a queen.

Shiver: [addressing the residents of the three realms] Ladies and gentlemen, on this momentous day, in the history of the Four Realms...

Hawthorne: [all applaud] We are proud and privileged to present before you, Clara Stahlbaum, daughter of Queen Marie!

Shiver: [shows Clara Marie's old throne room] This is your mother's throne, Your Grace.

Sugar Plum: Have you come to save us, Clara?

Clara: [the regents look disappointed] No. I'm sorry. I didn't even know this place existed before today. You see, I was looking for a Christmas present from my godfather.

Hawthorne: [to Sugar Plum and Shiver; lost] Oh, I love Christmas! What's Christmas?

Clara: Then I ran into this homeless mouse.

Shiver: Mouse?

Clara: And that's when I met the captain.

Philip: We barely escaped Mother Ginger. And the Mouse King.

Sugar Plum: You met Mother Ginger? Oh my sweet Clara, you're lucky to be alive!

Hawthorne: You must promise never to go back to the Land of Amusements, Clara.

Sugar Plum: [frustrated] Hawthorne!

Shiver: Its title has been restricted.

Hawthorne: [to Sugar Plum and Shiver; Sugar Plum and Shiver silence him] Oh, of course. I meant the Fourth Realm. Apologies. I'm just so upset. Forget I ever mentioned the Land of Amusements.

Duty Cop: Detailed description?

Jessica Wilhern: [pauses] Brown hair. Brown eyes. A unique... ly pleasant personality.

Franklin Wilhern: Think pig.

Duty Cop: So she's a fat girl?

Withnail: (Paraphrasing Hamlet) I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth... and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air — look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire — why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties! ...How like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither... nor woman neither.

Withnail: Right, you fucker, I'm going to do the washing up.

Withnail: Bastard asked me to understudy Konstantin in The Seagull. I'm not going to understudy anybody. Especially that pimp! Anyway, I loathe those Russian plays. Always full of women staring out of windows, whining about ducks going to Moscow.

Withnail: Don't threaten me with a dead fish!

Withnail: Look at my tongue. It's wearing a yellow sock.

Withnail: I feel like a pig shat in my head.

Withnail: Look at this - accident blackspot? These aren't accidents, they're throwing themselves into the road! Throwing themselves into the road gladly to escape all this hideousness! (Heckles pedestrian) Throw yourself into the road, darling, you haven't got a chance!

Withnail: Scrubbers! Scrubbers! Little tarts, they love it!

Withnail: Free to those who can afford it, very expensive to those who can't.

Withnail: All right, this is the plan. We get in there and get wrecked, then we eat a pork pie, then we drop a couple of Surmontil-50s each. That means we'll miss out on Monday but come up smiling Tuesday morning.

Withnail: (He spits out a globule of phlegm) Jesus, look at that. Apart from a raw potato, that's the only solid to have passed my lips in the last 60 hours. I must be ill.

Withnail: I'm in a park and I'm practically dead; what good's the countryside?

Withnail: The only programme I'm likely to get on is the fucking news!

Withnail: These are the sort of windows faces look in at!

Withnail: There must and shall be aspirin, or I shall die, here, on this fucking mountainside!

Withnail: Nonsense, this is a far superior drink to meths! The wankers on site don't drink it because they can't afford it!

Withnail: Black puddings are no good to us. I want something's flesh!

Withnail: [drunk] I assure you I'm not , officer, honestly. I've only had a few ales.

Withnail: Monty, you terrible cunt!

Withnail: (Ranting on a mountain) Bastards! You'll all suffer! I'll show the lot of you! I'm gonna be a sta-a-a-a-ar!

Withnail: I'm not having this shag sack insulting me! Let him get his drugs out.

Withnail: Listen, we're bona fide, we're not from London.

Withnail: We want the finest wines available to humanity, we want them here and we want them now!

Withnail: How can it be so cold in here? It's like Greenland in here. We've got to get some booze. It's the only solution to this intense cold. Something's got to be done. We can't go on like this. I'm a trained actor reduced to the status of a bum. I mean, look at us! Nothing that reasonable members of society demand as their rights! No fridges, no televisions, no phones! Much more of this and I'm going to apply for meals on wheels.

Withnail: I demand to have some booze!

Withnail: I have some extremely distressing news. We've just run out of wine; what are we going to do about it?

Withnail: I think we've been in here too long. I feel unusual.

Withnail: We've gone on holiday by mistake.

General Hux: It was a coordinated incursion, Allegiant General. They overpowered the guards and forced me to take them to their ship.

Allegiant General Pryde: [to female aide] I see. Get me the Supreme Leader.

Aide: Yes, sir.

Pryde: [takes a stormtrooper's blaster, executes Hux, and gives the stormtrooper his weapon back; to aide] Tell him we found our spy.