Scarlett JohanssonQuotes

Molly Pruitt: The "it" you're referring to is my little brother.

Christopher "Chris" Wilton: So, what's a beautiful young American doing mingling among the British upper class?

Nola Rice: Has anyone told you you play an aggressive game?

Christopher "Chris" Wilton: Has anyone told you you have very sensual lips?

Nola Rice: Extremely aggressive.

Christopher "Chris" Wilton: I'm naturally competitive.

Jacques Carcanogues: [to Ed, after Birdy's piano audition] Nice girl. Someday, I think, maybe, she make a very good typist.

Birdy Abundas: You know what you are? An enthusiast.

Ann Nirdlinger Brewster: Knowledge can be a curse.

Garage sale woman: How much for this dress?

Rebecca: God, I can't believe you're selling that.

Enid: That's $500.

Garage sale woman: What?

Enid: 500.

Garage sale woman: You're crazy. It should be, like, $2.

Enid: I was wearing that when I lost my virginity.

Garage sale woman: Well, why do I care about that?

Enid: Well, why do you want it? I mean, it would look stupid on you anyway.

Garage sale woman: [tosses the dress back over the rack and walks off] God! Fuck you!

Rebecca: So now are you gonna get a regular job?

Enid: God, what a dork.

Rebecca: You're just jealous.

Enid: Trust me, at this point, I'm past the fact that every single guy likes you better than me.

Rebecca: Oh, face it. You just hate every single guy on the face of the earth.

Enid: That's not true. I just hate all these extroverted, obnoxious, pseudo-bohemian losers.

Enid: Sometimes I think I'm going crazy from sexual frustration.

Rebecca: And you haven't heard of the miracle of masturbation?

Rebecca: Hey, you see that guy over there?

Enid: Which one?

Rebecca: [Enid spots him and rolls her eyes] The blond guy over there. He gives me, like, a total boner.

Enid: He's, like, the biggest idiot of all time.

Reggae fan: [walking past with his friends] You guys up for some reggae tonight?

Rebecca: [after Enid lifts her hand, as if to say "See what I mean?"] OK, you're right.

John: [noticing Enid's green hair and leather jacket] Oh, my God. Didn't they tell you?

Enid: Tell me what?

John: Punk rock is over.

Enid: I know it's over, asshole, I'm not even—

John: You really want to fuck up the system? Go to business school. That's what I'm gonna do. Get a job in some big corporation and, like, fuck things up from the inside.

Enid: You know, I'm not even trying—

John: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, do you have my money?

John: Oh! Oh, how punk!

Enid: You know that tape sucked, by the way?

John: Oh, I'm so sorry if it offended Jew.

Enid: Go die, asshole!

John: Get a job.

Enid: God, fuck you!

Rebecca: Can we go now?

Enid: You know, it's not like I'm some modern punk, dickhead! It's obviously a 1977 original punk rock look, but I guess Johnny Fuckface over there is too stupid to realize it!

Rebecca: I didn't really get it either.

Enid: Everyone's too stupid!

Enid: I bet he's in there jerking off.

Rebecca: I bet he never jerks off.

Enid: Yeah, he's beyond human stuff like that.

Rebecca: Should we leave a note?

Enid: Yeah. You got a pen?

Rebecca: [pulls out a pen] Yeah.

Enid: [takes a tag left on Josh's door handle and starts writing on it, leaning on Rebecca's back; puts it back on Josh's door handle] Dear Josh, we came by to fuck you, but you were not home. Therefore, you are gay. Signed Tiffany and Amber.

Rebecca: You're gonna leave that?

Enid: Why not?

Rebecca: Oh, look, there he is.

Enid: As always.

Rebecca: Waiting for the bus that never comes.

Enid: I wonder if he's just totally insane or he really thinks the bus is coming?

Rebecca: Why don't you just ask him?

Enid: Hi. What's your name?

Norman: Norman.

Enid: Are you waiting for a bus?

Norman: Yes.

Enid: I hate to tell you this, but they canceled this bus line two years ago. There are no more buses on this street.

Norman: You don't know what you're talking about.

Rebecca: [making fun of Melorra] Funky.

Enid: What, is she black now?

Enid: [about Seymour's garage sale] It was so cute how he had his own little bags. I thought I was going to start crying.

Rebecca: [looking through the classified ads in a newspaper] Yeah, he should totally just kill himself. Oh, here's one. Oh, but you have to share with a "non-smoking feminist and her two cats.

Enid: I don't know. I kind of like him. He's the exact opposite of everything I really hate. In a way, he's such a clueless dork, he's almost kind of cool.

Rebecca: That guy is many things, but he's definitely not cool.

Rebecca: [about Weird Al] I want to make love to him.

Enid: I'm gonna tell him you said that.

Weird Al: [shows up to serve them] So nice to see you again, ladies.

Enid: Hi, Weird Al. My friend here has—

Rebecca: Shut up!

Enid: She says she wants to—

Rebecca: [covers Enid's mouth with her hand] Shut up!

Rebecca: [turns up the volume on her television, which is showing an odd-looking man performing stand-up comedy] Oh, it's that comedian I was telling you about.

Joey McCobb: [on the TV] ...I still live with my mother people think I'm peculiar.

Rebecca: He's the absolute worst.

Joey McCobb: So what if she's been dead for fifteen years?

Rebecca: See? That's barely even a joke.

Joey McCobb: Well, it's like I always say—take my life... please.

TV announcer: Joey McCobb, the weirdest man in show business.

Enid: [[w:Nike, Inc.|Nikes; switches the TV off] If he's so weird, how come he's wearing ]? Joey McCobb is our god.

Rebecca: I want to do him.

Enid: I bet. Actually, he kind of reminds me of that one guy you went out with, Larry. God, what look was he going for, a gay tennis player from the 40s?

Rebecca: Fuck you.

Enid: You dated him.

Rebecca: You should check out the personals. Maybe our future husbands are trying to contact us.

Enid: Here we go. "Windsurfing doctor, Mensan IQ, maverick Sagittarius. Let's hit the clubs, make each other laugh.

Rebecca: You can have that one.

Enid: Jesus, listen to this one. "Do you remember me, airport shuttle, June 7? You, striking blond with yellow dress, pearl necklace, brown shoes. I was the bookish fellow in the green cardigan who helped you find your contact lens. Am I crazy, or did we have a moment?

Rebecca: God, that's so pathetic. I mean, she probably didn't even notice him.

Enid: I know, and he's, like, psychotically obsessing over every little detail.

Rebecca: We should call him and pretend to be the blond.

Enid: Oh, we totally have to.

Weird Al: Hi. My name is Allen and I'll be your waiter this afternoon.

Enid: Hi, Al.

Rebecca: [["Weird Al" Yankovic|Weird Al] Can we call you "]"?

Weird Al: I'd imagine so.

Todd: Hey, Rebecca.

Rebecca: Oh, hi.

Todd: So, we finally—

Enid: What about me? Am I not even here?

Todd: [turns back to Rebecca] Hey. Hey, Enid. So, we finally made it, huh?

Rebecca: Yeah.

Todd: So, uh, where are you... uh, where are you gonna go to college?

Enid: We're not.

Todd: Really? Both of you? Why not?

Enid: Just because.

Rebecca: Yeah, we made other plans.

Todd: I guess I should have figured that you two would do something different.

Enid: So, Todd, what are you gonna be when you grow up?

Todd: Well, I'm majoring in Business Administration and thinking of minoring in Communications, so—

Enid: [pulls Rebecca away] See, that's exactly the type of thing we're trying to avoid. Look at this. Is Stacy Himmler going out with Rod Harbaugh?

Rebecca: Oh, God. How perfect.

Enid: He'd better watch out or he'll get AIDS when he date-rapes her.

Rebecca: [arriving at the graduation ball] Wow. This is so bad, it's almost good.

Enid: This is so bad, it's gone past good and back to bad again.

Enid: [coming out of their high school graduation ceremony] God, what a bunch of retards.

Rebecca: God, I know. I thought that chipmunk face was never gonna shut up.

Enid: I know. I liked her so much better when she was an alcoholic crack addict. She gets in one car wreck and all of the sudden she's Little Miss Perfect and everyone loves her.

Maria Elena: You speak no Spanish?

Cristina: No, I uh-uh studied Chinese.

Maria Elena: Chinese? Why?

Cristina: I thought it sounded pretty.

Maria Elena: Say something in Chinese.

Cristina: Me?

Maria Elena: Mm-hm.

Cristina: Um... ni hao ma?

Maria Elena: You think that sounds pretty?

Cristina: How long is she going to stay here?

Juan Antonio: Christina, I know - this is not what you had in mind.

Cristina: No.

Juan Antonio: But, she has to stay with us.

Cristina: I understand. I understand.

Juan Antonio: She has no one else.

Cristina: I understand. It's only for a short time.

Juan Antonio: Yes, a few months, at most.

Cristina: She's staying for a few months?

Juan Antonio: Well, now that the day's almost over, is it reasonable of me to ask you if you'll both join me in my room?

Vicky: Oh, come on, I thought we'd settled that.

Cristina: Vicky's just trying to say that she's engaged to be married, that's all.

Juan Antonio: Great. Then these are her last days of freedom.

Vicky: No. Look, I'm not free. I'm committed. You know what my theory is? And when I drink, I get brutally frank. I think that you're still hurting from the failure of your marriage to Maria Elena, and you're trying to lose yourself in empty sex.

Juan Antonio: Empty sex? Do you have such a low opinion of yourself?

Cristina: [Looking at a sculpture of Jesus] Are you very religious?

Juan Antonio: No, no, no, no, I'm not. The trick is to enjoy life, accepting it has no meaning whatsoever.

Cristina: No meaning? You don't think that authentic love gives life meaning?

Juan Antonio: Yes, but love is so transient. Isn't it? I was in love with a most incredible woman... and then in the end...

Vicky: Yes?

Juan Antonio: She put a knife into me.

Cristina: My God, that's terrible!

Vicky: Well, maybe you did something to deserve it.

Juan Antonio: American?

Cristina: I'm Cristina, and this is my friend Vicky.

Juan Antonio: What color are your eyes?

Cristina: Uh, they're blue.

Juan Antonio: Well, I'd like to invite you both to come with me to Oviedo.

Vicky: To come where?

Juan Antonio: To Oviedo. For the weekend. We leave in one hour.

Cristina: What- Where is Oviedo?

Juan Antonio: A very short flight.

Vicky: By plane?

Juan Antonio: Mmm-hmm.

Cristina: What's in Oviedo?

Juan Antonio: I go to see a sculpture, that is very inspiring to me. A very beautiful sculpture. You will love it.

Vicky: Oh, right. you're asking us to fly to Oviedo and back.

Juan Antonio: Mmmm. No, we'll spend the weekend. I mean, I'll show you around the city, and we'll eat well. We'll drink good wine. We'll make love.

Vicky: Yeah, who exactly is going to make love?

Juan Antonio: Hopefully, the three of us.

Cristina: I just have to come face to face with the fact that I’m not gifted. I can appreciate art and I like music, but it’s sad, really because I feel like I have a lot to express, and I’m not gifted.

Cristina: If you don't start undressing me soon this is going to turn into a panel discussion.

Cristina: I'll go to your room, but you'll have to seduce me.

Mary Boleyn: We're sisters!

Anne Boleyn: And, therefore, born to be rivals.

Mary Boleyn: Mother, please! Speak to father... Do something... I don't want to go!

Lady Elizabeth: This is not a request. We have been summoned.

Mary Boleyn: [''to Anne''] Please don't be angry with me... You think I desired to go for this purpose?

Anne Boleyn: All I know is that a man who didn't know who you were was with you in that room for a half-hour and came out completely besotted!

Anne Boleyn: Don't know what you said or did!

Mary Boleyn: Nothing sister! Except sing your praises and talk about my husband.

Anne Boleyn: Really? Well, you must show me how you did that sometime!

Mary Boleyn: [''in Henry's bedchamber''] So, this is it?... Where the king of England sleeps?

King Henry VIII: And reads and writes. Finds a few moments each day to himself.

Mary Boleyn: [''nervously''] And yet you invite me here?

King Henry VIII: Because I like you and trust you.

Mary Boleyn: You hardly know me.

King Henry VIII: I am lied to a hundred times a day. Petitioned. Lobbied. One learns how to decipher a face.

King Henry VIII: Yours is as the sun. One shouldn't gaze too long.

King Henry VIII: My flattery makes you uncomfortable?... Because compliments in your family are usually for someone else. The elder sister... That's something I understand. What it is to be the second child. Forever in the shadows... I'm making you uncomfortable again.

Mary Boleyn: Anne.

Anne Boleyn: I meant to come sooner. I'm sorry I did not. I've been kept occupied.

Mary Boleyn: So I hear… Amusing the king.

Anne Boleyn: Only that sister, I assure you; despite his best efforts...

Mary Boleyn: What, and not yours?

Anne Boleyn: How is it?

Mary Boleyn: The child is strong, gives me no rest, like his father.

Anne Boleyn: Do you feel as awful as you look? You know, in France, no woman would allow herself to get in such a state.

Mary Boleyn: Why did you come Anne, if all you desire is to torment me?

Anne Boleyn: Perhaps now you know how it feels: to be deceived by your sister.

Mary Boleyn: I did nothing.

Anne Boleyn: You stole the king away, and then you betrayed me over Henry Percy!

Mary Boleyn: If that's what you think, fine, tell yourself that!

Anne Boleyn: I did, sister. Every day and every night I was in exile.

King's Messenger: [''Messenger walks in, holding a gift''] A gift, from the king.

Anne Boleyn: Give it to my sister.

King's Messenger: It's for you, mistress Anne.

Anne Boleyn: Me? Then send it back! Immediately!

Anne Boleyn: How dare he! See? I have your interest at heart.

Mary Boleyn: Why? Why this cruelty? You know I love him.

Anne Boleyn: Well, perhaps you should stop.

Nicole Barber: You shouldn't have fired Bert!

Charlie Barber: [smugly] I needed my own asshole.

Nicole Barber: You should've considered my happiness too.

Charlie Barber: Come on, you were happy. You've just decided that you weren't now.

Nicole Barber: Anyway, shall we try this?

Charlie Barber: [pause] OK. I don't know how to start.

Nicole Barber: Do you understand why I want to stay in LA?

Charlie Barber: No.

Nicole Barber: Well, that's not-Charlie, that's not a useful way for us to start...

Charlie Barber: I don't understand it.

Nicole Barber: You don't remember promising that we could do time out there?

Charlie Barber: We discussed things. We were married, we said things. We talked about moving to Europe, about getting a sideboard or what do you call it, a credenza, to fill that empty space behind the couch. We never did any of it.

Nora Fanshaw: Where do you want to live now, doll?

Nicole Barber: Well, I'm here now, obviously. I don't know if the show will get picked up. It feels like home. It is home. It's the only home I've ever known without Charlie.

Nora Fanshaw: You want to stay here?

Nicole: Charlie's not going to want that. He hates LA.

Nora Fanshaw: We're interested in what you want to do. What you're doing is an act of hope. You understand that?

Nicole: Yeah.

Nicole Barber: [while arguing with Charlie] You're being so much like your father.

Charlie Barber: Do not compare me to my father!

Nicole Barber: I didn't compare you to him. I said you were acting like him.

Charlie Barber: You're exactly like your mother. Everything you were complaining about her, you're doing. You're suffocating Henry.

Nicole Barber: First of all, I-I love my mother. She was a wonderful mother.

Charlie Barber: I'm just repeating what you told me.

Nicole Barber: Secondly, how dare you compare my mothering to my mother! I may be like my father, but I am not like my mother!

Charlie Barber: You are! And you're like my father! You're also like my mother! You're all the bad things about all of these people! But mostly your mother. When we would lie in bed together, sometimes I would look at you and see her, and just feel so gross.

Nicole Barber: I felt repulsed when you touched me!

Charlie Barber: You're a slob. I made all the beds, closed all the cabinets, picked up after you like an infant!

Nicole Barber: [under] The thought of having sex with you makes me wanna peel my skin off.

Charlie Barber: You'll never be happy. In LA or anywhere! You'll think you found some better, opposite guy than me, and in a few years, you'll rebel against him, because you need to have your voice. But you don't want a voice! You just want to fucking complain about not having a voice!

Nicole Barber: I think about being married to you and that woman is a stranger to me! I mean, we had a... child's marriage...

Charlie Barber: You've regressed. You've gone back to your life before you met me. It's pathetic.

Nicole Barber: People used to tell me that you were too selfish to be a great artist. And I used to defend you! They were absolutely right!

Charlie Barber: All your best acting is behind you. You're back to being a HACK!

Nicole Barber: You gaslighted me! You're a fucking villain!

Charlie Barber: You wanna present yourself as a victim because it's a good legal strategy? Fine. But you and I both know you chose this life! You wanted it until you didn't! You used me so you could get out of LA.

Nicole Barber: I didn't use you.

Charlie Barber: You did, and then you blamed me for it. You always made me aware of what I was doing wrong, how I was falling short! Life with you was joyless!

Nicole Barber: What, so then you had to go and fuck someone else?!

Charlie Barber: [referring to Mary Ann] You shouldn't be upset that I fucked her, you should be upset that I had a laugh with her!

Nicole Barber: Do you love her?!

Charlie Barber: No! But she didn't hate me. You hated me!

Nicole Barber: You hated me. You fucked somebody we worked with.

Charlie Barber: You stopped having sex with me in the last year! I never cheated on you!

Nicole Barber: That was cheating on me!

Charlie Barber: But there's so much I could've done! I was a director in my twenties, who came from nothing and was suddenly on the cover of fuckin Time Out New York! I was hot shit, and I wanted to fuck everybody and I didn't! And I loved you and I didn't wanna lose you! But I'm in my twenties! And I didn’t wanna lose that too, and I kinda did! And you wanted so much so fast! I didn't even want to get married, and... FUCK IT! There's so much I didn't do!

Nicole Barber: [chuckles sarcastically] Well, thanks for that!

Charlie Barber: You're welcome!

Nicole Barber: I can't believe I have to know you FOREVER!

Charlie Barber: [punches the wall in a rage] You're fuckin insane! AND YOU'RE FUCKING WINNING!

Nicole Barber: Are you kidding me?? I wanted to be married! I'd already lost! You didn't love me as much as I loved you!

Charlie Barber: [pause; Nicole stares at him, incredulous] What does that have to do with LA? What??

Nicole Barber: You're so... merged with your own selfishness, you don't even identify it as selfishness anymore! You're such a DICK!

Charlie Barber: EVERY DAY I WAKE UP AND I HOPE YOU'RE DEAD! Dead, like, if I could guarantee Henry would be okay, I'd hope you get an illness, AND THEN GET HIT BY A CAR AND DIE!

Charlie Barber: [through tears] I'm sorry...

Nicole Barber: [comforting him] Me too.

Nicole Barber: I never really came alive for myself; I was only feeding his aliveness.

Grayer: Mommy said you're supposed to take me to her favorite museum, the "Guggyheiny.

Annie Braddock: Well, since today was supposed to be my day off, we're gonna go to my favorite, the Museum of Natural History.

Grayer: Isn't that on the West Side?

Annie Braddock: Yeah, so?

Grayer: I'm not allowed to go on the West Side. That's a rule.

Annie Braddock: Well, today just happens to be break-the-rules day.

Jane Gould: Oh, alright, the teddy bear has been compromised.

Annie Braddock: Slamming the door in your kid's face is *not* okay. Spending more time on a benefit for kids that you've never met than you do with your own blood is *not* okay. Going to a SPA when your son has a fever of a hundred and four and not answering emergency calls, that officially makes you an unfit mother.

Mrs. X: This is outrageous. Stop the tape.

Jane Gould: Uh, no. This is clearly a disgruntled nanny. W-we might have something to learn here.

Annie Braddock: Now I know that you're all pretty busy with your hair appointments, and your watsu massages and your attempts to stay young so your husbands won't leave you. But here's an idea! Why don't you try eating dinner with your child every once in a blue moon. And heads up here, lady, try smiling once in a while. People hate you.

Annie Braddock: Child-rearing around the world boasts a wide variety of customs and mores. But perhaps the most bizarre social patterns can be found within the small island community of Manhattan... The inhabitants of the region known as the Upper East Side have the most prosperous, yet idiosyncratic social systems on the planet. After successfully mating and producing offspring, the men are often distant and uninvolved, leaving their women to hunt, gather and provide for their families. Yet the resourceful mothers of the Upper East Side have plenty of time to participate in a variety of sex-role specific activities. These include body mutilation, sacred meditation, even fasting rituals. Which brings us to our focus on child-rearing: Who actually does it? Well, in Africa, they have a saying, "It takes a village to raise a child." But for the tribe of the Upper East Side, it takes just one person: the Nanny.

Annie Braddock: My desire to be an observer of life was actually keeping me from having one.

Annie Braddock: You want to know about the dads? I'll tell you about the dads. They're chubby, bald, steak-eating, cigar-smoking, type-A pigs who get more turned on by the Bloomberg Wire than they do by any hot nannies. Actually, it's all of you in about 5 years. So take it from me, guys: Enjoy tonight, because your future looks pretty fucking bleak.

Annie Braddock: There's a common belief among anthropologists that you must immerse yourself in an unfamiliar world in order to truly understand your own.

Eddie Mannix: Any more thought about who you might marry?

DeeAnna Moran: I ain't doin that again! I had two marriages. It just cost the Studio a lot of money to bust them up.

Eddie Mannix: Well, we had to have those annulled. One was to a minor mob figure...

DeeAnna Moran: Vince was not minor!

Eddie Mannix: And Buddy Flynn was a bandleader with a long history of narcotics use.

DeeAnna Moran: Yeah. Yeah. That's what I'm sayin'! They were both louses! Marryin a third louse ain't gonna do me no good.

Eddie Mannix: I've offered you some very suitable young men.

DeeAnna Moran: Pretty boys, saps and swishes! What you think if there wasn't a good reliable man, I wouldn't have grabbed him?

Eddie Mannix: What about Arne Seslum? He is the father isn't he?

DeeAnna Moran: Yeah. Yeah.

Eddie Mannix: A marriage doesn't have to last forever; but, DeeAnna having a child without a father would present a public relations problem for the Studio.

Eddie Mannix: Let me see if Arne is open to matrimony. You sure he's the father?

DeeAnna Moran: [Mannix starts to walk away] Yeah, yeah. Absolutely, he's the father, yes! ...Pretty sure.

Lucy: [on phone; [name] Professor Norman, my ]'s Lucy, I just read all your research on the human brain — we need to meet.

Professor Norman: [laughs; [believe] All my research? Wow, I'm very flattered young lady, but I find that hard to ]. I must have written no less than—

Lucy: Six thousand seven hundred thirty four pages. I can recite them to you all by heart, if you wish.

Professor Norman: [[jokes] Are you one of Emily's friends? This sounds like one of her silly ]. Is she there with you?

Lucy: [suddenly appearing on his [[television] ] screen] No, I'm on my own.

Professor Norman: [stunned and puzzled] Who are you?

Lucy: I just told you.

Professor Norman: [still hesitant and puzzled] Uh, Lucy, right? Yes. Sorry.

Lucy: [[theory; [brain] I read your ] on the use of the ]'s capacity. It’s a little rudimentary but you're on the right track.

Professor Norman: [meekly] I thank you.

Lucy: [[death] Professor, my cells are reproducing at a phenomenal speed, several million per second. I'm having trouble precisely evaluating the time of my ], but I doubt if I'll last more than 24 hours.

Surgeon: [[energy] Pregnant women manufacture CPH4 in their sixth week of pregnancy — in tiny quantities. For a baby, it packs the power of an atomic bomb. It's what gives the fetus the necessary ] to form all the bones in its body. I'd heard they were trying to make a synthetic version of it — didn't realize they'd succeeded. If it really is CPH4, in this quantity, I'm amazed you're still alive.

Lucy: Not for long.

Richard: [after handcuffing Lucy to his delivery case] I'm sorry, I really have no choice. The sooner you go in the sooner you'll be back out.

Lucy: I can't believe you're doing this to me!

Richard: I'll be right here, you have my word.

Lucy: Your word isn't worth shit!

Richard: It's worth 500 bucks, up front.

Lucy: You’re an asshole.

Richard: You're wonderful.

Lucy: * Last lines

Lucy: [[Now] Life was given to us a billion years ago. ] you know what to do with it.

Lucy: * Statement after reaching 100% of her neural capacities.

Lucy: I AM EVERYWHERE

Lucy: * Summarizing her perspectives, as she prepares to reach 100% of her neural capacities.

Lucy: [[Time] ] is the only true unit of measure, it gives proof to the existence of matter, without time, we don’t exist.

Lucy: * Indicating some of her perspectives on human concepts of measurement and distinction.

Lucy: Every cell knows and talks to every other cell. They exchange a thousand bits of information between themselves per second. Cells join together forming a joint web of communication, which in turn forms matter. Cells get together, take on one form, deform, reform — makes no difference, they're all the same. Humans consider themselves unique, so they've rooted their whole theory of existence on their uniqueness. "One" is their unit of "measure" — but it's not. All social systems we've put into place are a mere sketch: "one plus one equals two", that's all we've learned, but one plus one has never equaled two — there are in fact no numbers and no letters, we've codified our existence to bring it down to human size, to make it comprehensible, we've created a scale so we can forget its unfathomable scale.

Lucy: * Casual response to Pierre Del Rio, when he states he doesn't want to die, as Lucy starts to drive his car against traffic.

Lucy: [[die] We never really ].

Lucy: * Explaining to Professor Norman some of her abilities as she reaches 28% of her neural capacities.

Lucy: [[pain; [fear; [desire; [human; [knowledge; [everything; [quantum physics; [mathematics; [infinite; [brain] I can start to control other peoples bodies. Also I can control magnetic and electric waves, and — not all of them, just the most basic — television, telephone, radio. … I don't feel ], ], ]. It's like all things that make us ] are fading away. It's like the less human I feel, all this ] about ], ], applied ], the ] capacity of the cell's nucleus, they're all exploding inside my ]. All this knowledge. I don't know what to do with it.

Lucy: * To Mr. Jang, as she extracts from him the knowledge of where the other packets of CPH4 are.

Lucy: [[Learning; [painful; [believe; [remember; [sound; [Everything; [now; [music; [understand; [pain; [understanding; [need] ]'s always a ] process. Like when you're little and your bones are growing and you ache all over. Do you ] I can ] the ] of my own bones growing? Like this grinding under the skin. ]'s different ]. Like sounds are ] that I can ], like fluids. It's funny, I used to be so concerned with who I was and what I wanted to be, and now that I have access to the furthest reaches of my brain, I see things clearly and realize that what makes us "us" — it's primitive. They're all obstacles. Does that make any sense? Like this ] you're experiencing. It's blocking you from ]. All you know now is pain. That's all you know, pain. Where are the others? The others carrying the drugs. I ] the rest of it. For medicinal purposes.

Lucy: * Speaking to her mother on a phone, as she has a doctor operate to remove the drug packet from her body.

Lucy: [[feel; [Earth; [memory] I ] everything. Space, the air, the vibrations, the people, I can feel the gravity, I can feel the rotation of the ], the heat leaving my body, the blood in my veins. I can feel my brain. The deepest parts of my ].i wish you can feel the same.

Lucy: * Speaking to herself, after having been given instructions to deliver the drug packet that has been surgically placed inside of her. -->

Lucy: * Opening lines

Lucy: [[Life] ] was given to us a billion years ago. What have we done with it?

Bob: I don't want to leave.

Charlotte: [[w:jazz music|start a jazz band] Then don't. Stay here with me. We'll ].

Charlotte: That was the worst lunch.

Bob: [[w:Yakiniku|What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?] So bad. ]

Charlotte: When are you leaving.

Bob: Tomorrow.

Charlotte: I'll miss you.

Charlotte: Well, I guess she's more around your age. You guys could talk about things in common, like growing up in the fifties. Maybe she liked the movies you did in the seventies when you were still making them.

Bob: Wasn't there anyone else around to lavish you with attention?

Charlotte: I'm stuck. Does it get easier.

Bob: No. Yes. It gets easier.

Charlotte: Oh yeah? Look at you.

Bob: Thanks. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

Charlotte: Yeah. I just don't know what I'm supposed to be, you know. I tried being a writer, but I hate what I write. I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. You know, every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, like horses... taking dumb pictures of your feet.

Bob: You'll figure that out. I'm not worried about you. Keep writing.

Charlotte: But I'm so mean.

Bob: Mean's okay.

Charlotte: Yeah? What about marriage, does that get easier?

Bob: That's hard. We used to have a lot of fun. Lydia would come with me when I made the movies, and we would laugh about it all. Now she doesn't want to leave the kids, and she doesn't need me to be there. The kids miss me, but they're fine. It gets a whole lot more complicated when you have kids.

Charlotte: It's scary.

Bob: The most terrifying day of your life is the day the first one is born.

Charlotte: Nobody ever tells you that.

Bob: Your life, as you know it... is gone, never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk and you wanna be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.

Charlotte: [''beginning to fall asleep''] Hmm, that's nice.

Bob: Where'd you grow up?

Charlotte: Um, I grew up in New York, and I moved to Los Angeles when John and I got married. But it's so different there.

Bob: Yeah, I know.

Charlotte: John thinks I'm so snotty.

Bob: [''chuckles''] You're not hopeless.

Charlotte: Why do they switch the r's and the l's here?

Bob: Uh, for yuks. You know? Just to mix it up. They have to amuse themselves, cause we're not making them laugh.

Charlotte: Let's never come here again because it will never be as much fun.

Bob: Whatever you say. You're the boss.

Charlotte: You know, the first time I saw you, you were wearing a tuxedo at the bar. You were very dashing. I liked the mascara.

Bob: [''shakes his head''] But the first time I saw you was in the elevator.

Charlotte: Really?

Bob: You don't remember?

Charlotte: Mmm, I guess you do kind of blend in here, huh? Did I scowl at you?

Bob: No, you smiled.

Charlotte: I did?

Bob: Yes, it was a complete accident. A freak. I haven't seen it since. Just that one time.

Bob: I was feeling tight in the shoulders and neck, so I called down and had a Shiatsu massage in my room.

Charlotte: Mmh, that's nice!

Bob: And the tightness has completely disappeared and been replaced by unbelievable pain.

Charlotte: Yeah. I'm in pain, I got my foot banged up. Wanna see it?

Bob: [''to Chef, sarcastically''] How do you say no? Oh, my gosh! When did you do this?

Charlotte: I did it the other day. It hurts, y'know?

Bob: Didn't you feel any pain?

Charlotte: Yeah, it really hurt.

Bob: [''regarding Chef''] That toe is almost dead. I think I got to take you to a doctor. You can't just put that back in the shoe. Well, you either go to a doctor or you leave it here. He's smiling. You like that idea? See they love black toe in this country.

Charlotte: You really are having a mid-life crisis.

Bob: Really? I was afraid of that. I kept telling myself that I just wanted to be ready in case we go to war tonight.

Charlotte: How long are you here for?

Bob: I'll be in the bar the rest of the week.

Charlotte: You ever switch seats?

Bob: Uh, I like this one. If I fall, someone will notice.

Charlotte: Yeah. So, you having a nice time?

Bob: Can you keep a secret? I'm trying to organize a prison break. I need like, what, an accomplice. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out?

Charlotte: I'm in.

Bob: Good.

Charlotte: I'll go pack my stuff.

Bob: Get your coat.

Charlotte: [''walks away''] See ya.

Bob: I hope you've had enough to drink. It's gonna take courage.

Kelly: [In hotel ṛestạurạṇt; [w:Anorexia|you are anorexic] Everybody is always, like, "Kelly, ]." And I'm, like, "No, I'm not!" I eat so much junk food, you wouldn't believe it! Just because I have a high metabolism.

John: Because I thought you were anorexic too.

Kelly: Everybody does. Everybody thinks that.

John: Yeah, cause you look so--

Kelly: Thank you! I know, but it's-- I mean, I eat whatever. I have a really high metabolism. Yeah. But, um-- My dad was an anorexic.

Charlotte: [''sarcastically''] Really?

Kelly: [[w:Bay of Pigs invasion|the American side of the Bay of Pigs in Cuba] He, um, fought on ]. He was taken prisoner and the whole time he was there they tortured him about food. Every day they told him they put poison in the food. So, they would always make themselves throw up after every meal.

John: That's horrible!

Kelly: [''in hotel lobby''; [w:Evelyn Waugh|Evelyn Waugh] Listen, I'm under ]. Shh. Okay?

John: Okay, yeah!

Kelly: [''to Charlotte''] Okay, arigato. Arigato.

John: [''laughing''] Moshi moshi!

Charlotte: Evelyn Waugh?

John: What?

Charlotte: Ḛvḛlyṇ Ẉạugh was a man.

John: [''shocked''; [w:Yale|weṇt to Yale University] Oh, c'mon, she's nice. What? You know-- You know, not everyone ]. Its just a pseudonym, for Christ's sake.

Charlotte: Why do you have to defend her?

John: Well... why do you have to point out how stupid everybody is all the time?

Charlotte: I thought it was funny. Forget it.

Charlotte: So, what are you doing here?

Bob: Uh, a couple of things. Taking a break from my wife, forgetting my son's birthday. And, uh, getting paid two million dollars to endorse a whiskey when I could be doing a play somewhere.

Charlotte: Oh.

Bob: [''Charlotte laughs''] But the good news is, the whiskey works. What are you doing?

Charlotte: My husband's a photographer, so he's here working. I wasn't doing anything so I came along. And we have some friends that live here.

Bob: [''lights Charlotte's cigarette''] How long you've been married?

Charlotte: Oh, thank you. Two years.

Bob: Try twenty-five.

Charlotte: [[w:Mid-life crisis|having a mid-life crisis; [w:Porsche|a Porsche] You're probably just ]. Did you buy ] yet?

Bob: You know, I was thinking about buying a Porsche.

Charlotte: Twenty-five years. That's, uh, well it's impressive.

Bob: Well you figure, you sleep one-third of your life, that knocks out eight years of marriage right there. So you're, y'know, down to sixteen and change. You know you're just a teenager, at marriage; you can drive it but there's still the occasional accident.

Charlotte: [''laughs''] Yeah.

Bob: What do you do?

Charlotte: I'm not sure yet, actually. I just graduated last spring.

Bob: What did you study?

Charlotte: [[w:Philosophy|Phịlosophy] ].

Bob: Yeah, there's a good buck in that racket.

Charlotte: Well, so far it's pro bono.

Bob: Well, I'm sure you'll figure out the angles.

Charlotte: Yeah. I hope your Porsche works out. Cheers to that, huh?

Bob: Cheers to that.

Olivia Wenscombe: [referring to Angier] He wants me to come work for you and steal your secrets.

Alfred Borden: What does he need my secrets for? His trick is top-notch. He vanishes, and then he reappears instantly on the other side of the stage—mute, overweight, and unless I'm mistaken, very drunk. It's astonishing; how does he do it?

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow: [To Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight] We don't wanna kill you. But we will.

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow: ['''Secretary Thaddeus Ross:''' You got some nerve. I'll give you that.] You could use some of that right now.

Zora Bennett: None of what you just said is good.

Zora Bennett: This island was the research facility for the original Jurassic Park.

Zora Bennett: We're best at moving things and people in and out of places they shouldn't be.

Zora Bennett: I can guarantee your safety. I mean, more or less.