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The King's Speech

The King’s Speech

King George VI: All that… work… down the drain. My own… b… brother, I couldn't say a single w-word to him in reply.
Lionel Logue: Why do you stammer so much more with David than you ever do with me?
King George VI: 'Cos you're b… bloody well paid to listen.
Lionel Logue: Bertie, I'm not a geisha girl.
King George VI: Stop trying to be so bloody clever.
Lionel Logue: What is it about David that stops you speaking?
King George VI: What is it about you that bloody well makes you want to go on about it the whole bloody time?
Lionel Logue: Vulgar, but fluent; you don't stammer when you swear.
King George VI: Oh, bugger off!
Lionel Logue: Is that the best you can do?
King George VI: [like an elocution lesson] Well… bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard.
Lionel Logue: Oh, a public school prig could do better than that.
King George VI: Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Lionel Logue: Yes!
King George VI: Shit!
Lionel Logue: Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue!
King George VI: Because I'm angry!
Lionel Logue: Do you know the f-word?
King George VI: F… f… fornication?
Lionel Logue: Oh, Bertie.
King George VI: Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse!
Lionel Logue: Yes…
King George VI: Balls, balls…
Lionel Logue: …you see, not a hesitation!
King George VI: …fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and… tits.

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Hereditary

Hereditary

Peter: You okay, Mom?
Annie: What?
Peter: Is there something on your mind?
Annie: Is there something on *your* mind?
Peter: Just seems like there… might be something you… wanna say.
Steve: Peter.
Annie: Like what? I mean, why would I wanna say something so I can watch you sneer at me?
Peter: Sneer at you? I don't ever sneer at you.
Annie: Oh, sweetie, you don't have to. You get your point across.
Peter: Okay, so, fine, then say what you wanna say, then.
Steve: Peter.
Annie: I don't wanna say anything. I've tried saying…
Peter: Okay, so try again. Release yourself.
Annie: Oh, release you, you mean?
Peter: Yeah, fine, release me, just say it! Just fucking say it!
Annie: DON'T you swear at me, you little shit! Don't you EVER raise your voice at me! I am your mother! You understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that fucking face on your face! So full of disdain and resentment and always so annoyed! Well, now your sister is dead! And I know you miss her and I know it was an accident and I know you're in pain and I wish could take that away for you. I WISH I could shield you from the knowledge that you did what you did, but you're sister is dead! She's gone forever! And what a waste… if it could've maybe brought us together, or something, if you could've just said "I'm sorry" or faced up to what happened, maybe then we could do something with this, but you can't take responsibility for anything! So, now I can't accept. And I can't forgive. Because… because NOBODY admits anything they've done!

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The Electrical Life of Louis Wain

The Electrical Life of Louis Wain

Louis Wain: You make the world beautiful and warm and kind. I just wanted to say thank you for that before it's too late.
Emily Richardson-Wain: I don't make the world beautiful, Louis. The world is beautiful, and you've helped me to see that, too. Just remember – however hard things get, however much you feel like you're struggling, the world is full of beauty. And it's up to you to capture it, Louis. To look and to share it with as many people as you can. You are a prism through which that beam of life refracts.

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