La Haine (1995)

"Saïd: Wow, what a speech! Half Moses, half Mickey Mouse."

"Hubert: Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!"

"Vinz: Who made you a preacher? You know what's right and wrong?

Why do you side with the assholes?
Hubert: Who's the asshole? If you hate stayed in school,

you'd know that hate breeds hate, Vinz."

"Hubert: Bullshit! You pointed a gun at a cop! We coulda been killed!

Old Man: Nothing like a good shit! Do you believe in God? That's the wrong question.
Does God believe in us? I once had a friend called Grunwalski.
We were sent to Siberia together. When you go to a Siberian work camp, you travel in a cattle car. You roll across icy steppes for days, without seeing a soul. You huddle to keep warm. But it's hard to relieve yourself, to take a shit, you can't do it on the train, and the only time the train stops is to take on water for the locomotive.
But Grunwalski was shy, even when we bathed together, he got upset. I used to kid him about it. So, the train stops and everyone jumps out to shit on the tracks. I teased Grunwalski so much, that he went off on his own. The train starts moving, so everyone jumps on, but it waits for nobody. Grunwalski had a problem: he'd gone behind a bush, and was still shitting.
So I see him come out from behind the bush, holding up his pants with his hands. He tries to catch up. I hold out my hand, but each time he reaches for it he lets go of his pants and they drop to his ankles. He pulls them up, starts running again, but they fall back down, when he reaches for me.

Hubert: Then what happened?

Old Man: Nothing. Grunwalksi... froze to death. Good day."

"Saïd: Canardo. Señor canardo."

"Saïd: Hey, I see skinheads. Fuck Hitler!"

"Vinz: Tom fucks Jerry. Shut up."

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La Haine (1995)

Metropolitan, 1990

 

 

 

"Nick Smith: The cha cha is no more ridiculous than life itself."

 

 

"Fred Neff: Men are dates, date substitutes or potential dates. I find that dehumanizing."

 

"Nick Smith: Rick Von Slonecker is tall, rich, good looking, stupid, dishonest, 

conceited, a bully, liar, drunk and thief, an egomaniac, and probably psychotic. 

In short, highly attractive to women."

 

 

"Charlie Black: I can't believe you don't have a driver's license.
Tom Townsend: Of course I don't. I live in Manhattan."

 

"Tom Townsend: You don't have to read a book to have an opinion."

"Nick Smith: I've always planned to be a failure anyway, that's why I plan to marry an extremely wealthy woman."

 

"Jane Clark: Whatever. And, that you're completely impossible and out of control, with some sort of drug problem and a fixation on what you consider Rick Von Sloneker's wickedness. You're a snob, a sexist, totally obnoxious, and tiresome. And lately, you've gotten just weird. Why should we believe anything you say?
Nick Smith: I'm not tiresome."

 

 

 

 

"Man at Bar: The acid test is whether you take any pleasure in responding to the question "What do you do?" I can't bear it."

 

 

 

"Audrey Rouget: What Jane Austen novels have you read?
Tom Townsend: None. I don't read novels. I prefer good literary criticism. That way you get both the novelists' ideas as well as the critics' thinking. With fiction I can never forget that none of it really happened, that it's all just made up by the author."

 

 

 

 

"Tom Townsend: I've never been this drunk before. 

The problem is, with Fred no longer drinking, I can't pace myself."

 

"Nick Smith: Playing strip poker with an exhibitionist somehow takes the challenge away."

 

 

 

"Tom Townsend: He seems less pessimistic than you.
Charlie Black: I know: it doesn't ring true."

 

 

 

 

"Nick Smith: The most important thing to realize about parents is that there is absolutely nothing you can do about them."

 

 

 

"Serena Slocum: I didn't save your letters but I didn't throw them away.
Tom Townsend: I don't understand, is that a riddle?"

 

 

 

 

"Cynthia McLean: Is our language so impoverished that we have to use acronyms of French phrases to make ourselves understood?
Nick Smith: Yes."

 

 

 

"Nick Smith: Tom's hardly a phoney. Just mildly deluded. He's a perfectly nice guy.
Charlie Black: That's just another aspect of his phoniness. He's a terrible phoney, and when he's not being a phoney, he's a bastard.
Nick Smith: Oh, come on."

 

 

 

"Nick Smith: I guess you could say it's extremely vulgar, I like it a lot."

Metropolitan, 1990

Home for the Holidays, 1995

 

 "Joanne: You're calling me a freak?
Tommy: No, I'm calling you a product of baboon lovin'. There's a distinction."

"Leo: Well, that was absurd, let's eat dead bird!"

 

"Adele: I'm giving thanks that we don't have to go through this for another year. Except we do, because those bastards went and put Christmas right in the middle, just to punish us."

"Claudia: Nobody means what they say on Thanksgiving, Mom. You know that. That's what the day's supposed to be all about, right? Torture."

"Claudia: You don't know the first thing about me.
Joanne: Likewise, I'm sure. If I just met you on the street... if you gave me your phone number... I'd throw it away.
Claudia: Well, we don't have to like each other, Jo. We're family."

 

"Leo: Walter, when you say "cash is king," what's that mean?
Walter: Cash is the fossil fuel that keeps our economic pistons pumping."

"Henry Larson: Well, opinions are like assholes, honey. Everybody's got one and everybody thinks everybody else's stinks."

Home for the Holidays, 1995