有个地方不太明白, 张麻子从黄四郎家回来, 睡师爷房间, 明摆着预料到黄四郎会下杀手, 后来还口口声声为了夫人, 是不是不太对劲?
Youa: You’re funny.
Walt Kowalski: I’ve been called a lot of things, but never funny.
Walt Kowalski: I once fixed a door that wasn’t even broken yet.
Sue Lor: The Lutherans brought us over.
Walt Kowalski: Everybody blames the Lutherans.
Walt Kowalski: Take these three items, some WD-40, a vise grip, and a roll of duct tape. Any man worth his salt can fix almost any problem with this stuff alone.
Father Janovich: What can I do for you Walt?
Walt Kowalski: I’m here for confession.
Father Janovich: Holy Jesus, what did you do?
Walt Kowalski: [to Father Janovich] I think you’re an overeducated 27-year-old virgin who likes to hold the hands of superstitious old ladies and promise them everlasting life.
[Various]: Open your eyes.
Sofía: I think she’s the saddest girl to ever to hold a martini.
Sofía: I’ll tell you in another life, when we are both cats.
David: Even in my dreams, I’m an idiot who knows he’s about to wake up to reality.
[David receives his facial prosthetic]
Dr. Pomeranz: It’s a helpful unit.
David: Good. Because for a minute there, I thought we were talking about
David: a fucking mask!
Dr. Pomeranz: It’s only a mask… if you treat it that way.
David: Oh, no. It’s great. This completely takes care of Hallowe’en. But what about the other 364 days of the year?
David: Look at us. I’m frozen and you’re dead, and I love you.
Sofía: It’s a problem.
David: I lost you when I got in that car. I’m sorry.
Clarissa Vaughn: You do have good days still. You know you do.
Richard Brown: Not really. I mean, it’s kind of you to say so, but it’s not really true.
Laura Brown: We’re baking the cake to show him that we love him.
Richie Brown: Otherwise he won’t know we love him?
Laura Brown: That’s right.
Kitty: Oh, you’re reading a book?
Laura Brown: Yeah.
Kitty: What’s this one about?
Laura Brown: Oh, it’s about this woman who’s incredibly – well, she’s a hostess and she’s incredibly confident and she’s going to give a party. And, maybe because she’s confident, everyone thinks she’s fine… but she isn’t.
Richard Brown: Oh, Mrs. Dalloway… Always giving parties to cover the silence.
Angelica Bell: What happens when we die?
Virginia Woolf: What happens?
Virginia Woolf: We return to the place that we came from.
Angelica Bell: I don’t remember where I came from.
Virginia Woolf: Nor do I.
“God will surely forgive me.
After all it’s his fucking job.”
– Heinrich Heine
They took the fence out.”
“Don’t come any closer!”
“You probably ran until you couldn’t take another step, I remember that feeling.”
“I had no choice.”
“You always have a choice.”
“We are going to die here, aren’t we?”
“No, as long as I am here, they are the prey and I am the hunter.
I stand alone and the bait keep coming, I will never stop killing.
You have a choice, hunted or hunter.”