ZendayaQuotes

Odysseus: Why can't gods speak in ways we understand?

Athena: Who doesn't understand thunder? Fire? A child's smile? A good harvest?

Anne Wheeler: Never had somebody look at you the way your parents looked at me. The way everyone would look at us.

Anne Wheeler: I've always wanted to go to the theater.

Anne Wheeler: Mr. Barnum said he left a ticket for me.

Anne Wheeler: Are we all invited?

Tashi Donaldson: Think you might be the worst friend in the world.

Art Donaldson: Maybe.

Tashi Donaldson: Definitely. Thank you... for lunch, Art.

Tashi Donaldson: [[w:Fire and Ice|Fire and Ice] I know who you are. You're ], right?

Patrick Zweig: In the flesh.

Patrick Zweig: [''Walks up to Tashi sitting on couch with open laptiop, to Tashi''] He's not bad. I've played him at a few of these things.

Tashi Donaldson: [[w:Male prostitution|you be prostituting yourself] What are you doing here? Shouldn't ] for a place to sleep tonight?

Patrick Zweig: I'm staying at the girl's house.

Tashi Donaldson: Hmm. Must be the love.

Patrick Zweig: Hey, come have a cigarette with me. I need to talk to you.

Tashi Donaldson: [''Picks up laptop with Patrick tapping cigarette carton on his phone with Tashi reluctantly glancing up and then grudgingly closing the laptop''] Yeah, I don't smoke, and I'm not talking to you.

Patrick Zweig: [''Smoking in alley with Tashi''] I'm going to propose something to you.

Tashi Donaldson: Can you blow it away from me please?

Patrick Zweig: Sorry. It's gonna make you angry. I want you to be my coach.

Tashi Donaldson: What?

Patrick Zweig: Even if he wins the Open, completes his career Grand Slam, Art's still gonna retire as someone who's just really, really, good. That's what you guys have always done. But imagine if you could turn Patrick Zweig into a guy who wins a Slam. I still have a season. I still have one good season and I need you to bring it out of me. So... what do you think?

Tashi Donaldson: [''Slaps Patrick across face''] How fucking dare you?!

Patrick Zweig: Jesus Christ!

Tashi Donaldson: You want my best advice for you?! Do you want me to coach you?

Patrick Zweig: Yeah.

Tashi Donaldson: Okay, quit! Quit right now! Right the fuck now, quit!

Patrick Zweig: You know that when I'm good, I'm one of the best in the world.

Tashi Donaldson: You are the 271st best in the fucking world.

Patrick Zweig: I still have a shot!

Tashi Donaldson: [''Patrick dryly chuckles and turns head aside''] You are 31, you have a better shot with a handgun in your mouth! I mean, why don't you go home? Go home, ask your parents for a seat on the board, or you know what, matter of fact, ask them for money, okay? Go be like any other spoiled kid who has ever amounted to nothing in their fucking life, and stop this performance of being a down-on-your-luck professional.

Patrick Zweig: Tashi...

Tashi Donaldson: [[w:anal sex|bum-fuck; [w:homelessness|sleep in your fucking car] No, you're not 21 years old anymore and it's not cute to be walking around pretending like you need to grind it out at these ] tournaments, and ]. And, it is unforgivable, that you would ask me to devote a single second, of my fucking time, to help you achieve your fucking dreams. What dreams, Patrick? You never had any!

Patrick Zweig: Is that what you and Art are doing? Living the dream?

Tashi Donaldson: That is exactly what the fuck we're doing!

Patrick Zweig: Then how come you hate him? You do. It's obvious, you do. You can feel him giving up already, even though you know he's not going to retire until you let him.

Tashi Donaldson: He is a grown man. He can do whatever he wants.

Patrick Zweig: [''waves hand near Tashi's chest for memory recollection''] Sure, sure, but he doesn't. He does whatever you want. Except now, he's not even pretending to like it. He's dreaming about eating hamburgers again. Watching your daughter, um... uh, Lily, grow up. Maybe doing some commentary on the tennis channel. He's ready to be dead. And you're starting to realize you might not want to be buried with him, cause who is he to you if he's not playing tennis?

Tashi Donaldson: [''Patrick lightly nods head with Tashi squinting in disdain''] So that's what you think he is to me? A racket and a dick.

Patrick Zweig: Does Art know about Atlanta? You keep saying you came here because Art needed matches. I think you came for something else.

Tashi Donaldson: [''Scoffs incredulously and turns head aside and back at Patrick''; ''points at him''] Wha- you think I came here for you? You think I came here to throw it all away... ...for you?

Patrick Zweig: Maybe you just wanted to see me.

Tashi Donaldson: I have seen you. You look like shit!

Patrick Zweig: [''Turns head aside with Tashi walking away''; ''Tashi stops and turns to him''] I'm going to beat him. If we both make it to the final. I'm going to beat him.

Tashi Donaldson: Even if you could beat him, it wouldn't change anything.

Patrick Zweig: It'll break him. You know it will.

Tashi Donaldson: [''Walks away with Patrick walking after and grabbing her arm, slipping a piece of paper in her hand''] It won't make you, okay? It's too late for that.

Patrick Zweig: My number in case you change your mind about the coaching.

Tashi Donaldson: [''Walks on, glancing at paper and slips it into her pocket''] I won't.

Patrick Zweig: Your mom looks good.

Tashi Donaldson: I know she does, Patrick.

Tashi Donaldson: How often does this happen? Going after the same girl?

Patrick Zweig: Not as often as you'd think.

Art Donaldson: We usually have different types.

Tashi Donaldson: So you're saying I should be flattered?

Art Donaldson: Aren't you everybody's type?

Tashi Donaldson: [''After Patrick notices her engagement ring''] It was his grandmother's.

Patrick Zweig: How is she?

Tashi Donaldson: [[w:stroke|Stroke] She died. ].

Tashi Donaldson: You don't know what tennis is.

Patrick Zweig: What is it?

Tashi Donaldson: It's a relationship.

Patrick Zweig: Is that what you and Anna Mueller had today?

Tashi Donaldson: It is, actually. For about fifteen seconds there, we were actually playing tennis. And we understood each other completely. So did everyone watching. It's like we were in love. Or like we didn't exist. We went somewhere really beautiful together.

Patrick Zweig: [[w:facebook|on Facebook] Wait, are you ]?

Tashi Donaldson: What?

Art Donaldson: He's asking for your number. And so am I.

Tashi Donaldson: [[w:suicide|a handgun in your mouth] You have a better shot with ].

Tashi Donaldson: I was a homewrecker, wasn't I?

Tashi Donaldson: You want me to come tuck you in?

Tashi Donaldson: Decimate that little bitch.

Tashi Donaldson: There's plenty of girls out here that would love to be your girlfriend, okay? You're charming, you're talented, you got a big dick. Just go be with one of them.

Tashi Donaldson: [''Repeated line''; [w:homewrecker|a homewrecker] I'm not ].

Chani: I won't be fighting for him. I'm fighting for my people.

Chani: This prophecy is how they enslave us! How they dominate--!

Chani: You will never lose me, Paul Atreides. Not as long as you stay who you are.

Chani: Your blood comes from Dukes and Great Houses. We don't have that here. Here, we're equal, men and women alike. What we do, we do for the benefit of all.

Chani: [to Paul] You sandwalk like a drunk lizard.

Chani: We believe in Fremen. You want to control people, you tell them a Messiah will come. Then they'll wait, for centuries.

Cindy: Wait, what's going on?

Girl: Peter's not going to Nationals.

Cindy: No, no, no.

Abe: Why not?

Liz: Really, right before Nationals?

Michelle: [students stare at her] He already quit marching band and robotics lab. I'm not obsessed with him, I'm just very observant.

Chani: This is only the beginning.

Chani: [to Paul] I would not have let you hurt my friends.

Chani: [first lines] My planet Arrakis is so beautiful when the sun is low. Rolling over the sands, you can see the spice in the air. At nightfall, the spice harvesters land. The outsiders race against time to avoid the heat of the day. They ravage our lands in front of our eyes. Their cruelty to my people is all I've known. These outsiders, the Harkonnens, came long before I was born. By controlling spice production, they became obscenely rich. Richer than the Emperor himself. Our warriors couldn't free Arrakis from the Harkonnens. But one day, by imperial decree, they were gone. Why did the Emperor choose this path? And who will our next oppressors be?