Sarah Pierce:
I think I understand your feelings about this book. I used to have some problems with it, myself. When I read it in grad school, Madam Bovary just seemed like a fool. She marries the wrong man; makes one foolish mistake after another; but when I read it this time, I just fell in love with her. She's trapped! She has a choice: she can either accept a life of misery or she can struggle against it. And she chooses to struggle.
Mary Ann:
Some struggle. Hop into bed with every guy who says hello.
Sarah Pierce:
She fails in the end, but there's something beautiful and even heroic in her rebellion. My professors would kill me for even thinking this, but in her own strange way, Emma Bovary is a feminist.
Mary Ann:
Oh, that's nice. So now cheating on your husband makes you a feminist?
Sarah Pierce:
No, no, it's not the cheating. It's the hunger. The hunger for an alternative, and the refusal to accept a life of unhappiness.
Mary Ann:
Maybe I didn't understand the book!
Josh:
[after confessing his feelings to Jessica, he kisses her] So I guess I'd like to know if you have some sort of reaction to this. More specifically, do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow night? [she doesn't respond at first, and Josh adopts a look of defeat and embarrassment]
Josh:
Well, if you'll excuse me, I definitely need another drink.
Jessica:
[she stops him] No, wait. I'd love to have dinner with you, but I can't.
Josh:
What? Not the season?
Jessica:
[laughs nervously] No. I mean I cant have dinner with you because I'm with Helen.
Josh:
Oh, you're having dinner with Helen?
Jessica:
No. I mean I'm *with* Helen.
Josh:
[he looks at her in disbelief] Like *with* with Helen?
Jessica:
Right *with* with.
Helen:
[Helen enters from the stairwell] Jessica, they're starting to serve dinner. [Jessica exits]
Helen:
Hey, Josh.
Josh:
[still can't believe what he's just heard] Helen... [beat]
Josh:
how are you?
Helen:
[smiles] I'm good thanks. [she exits]
UFO Abductee:
They took me off into a separate room; I seen 'em takin' different people off; different ones of us off in separate rooms and put me on a big white table and uh the guy that took me in there - to examine me I guess - he probed me and then I was in there I bet more than three or four hours, in that room, being probed and at one time or another these different ones of 'em came in, four or five or six of 'em at different times, and all of 'em probed me, uh, not all at once, you know, individually. Later on, years later, now, even still, uh, it's a funny thing - it happened on a Sunday and every Sunday about the time I was taken on board that ship I - find I have no feelings in my buttocks.
Boss Paul Vitti:
Whoever did that thing to you-know-who, that good friend of mine, well they're trying to do that to me now. And I'm having a lot of feelings about that. And I'm trying to get some closure on that.
Primo:
What kind of feelings?
Boss Paul Vitti:
I'm very angry. I'm feeling very angry about that. I'm enraged. I'm feeling very, very mad about that.
Primo:
So why are you telling me?
Boss Paul Vitti:
Why am i telling you? Like you don't know nothing about it? You don't know nothing? What?
Primo:
I don't know what your talking about.
Boss Paul Vitti:
I'm just trying to, tell you about my feelings and that I'm angry, and that anger is a blocked wish. And I'm looking forward to seeing you next week at that thing. Then i can unblock that angered wish and then hopefully, hopefully you make one more move on me you motherfucker ill fucking cut your fucking balls off ill shove them up your fucking ass, ill fucking bury you, ill put ice picks in your eyes, ill chop your fucking eyeballs, ill send them to your fucking family so they can eat them for dessert. You understand me?
Primo:
Hey Paul
Boss Paul Vitti:
What?
Primo:
Fuck you
Boss Paul Vitti:
You Motherfucker!
Primo:
[to Moony] You get a dictionary and find out what this "closure" is. If that's what hes going to hit us with, i want to know what it is
Boss Paul Vitti:
[to Dr. Sobel] How was that?
Dr. Ben Sobel:
It was going great until the, cutting off of the balls and shoving it up his, ass. You know what i do when I'm mad? I hit a pillow. Just hit the pillow. See how you feel
Boss Paul Vitti:
[pulls out a gun and starts shooting the pillow] There's you fucking pillow.
Dr. Ben Sobel:
Feel better?
Boss Paul Vitti:
Yeah, I do
Dr. Ben Sobel:
Good
[last lines]
Dirk:
[practicing his lines in the mirror] I've been around this block twice now. Looking for something. A clue. I've been looking for clues and something led me back here. Yeah. So here I am. It could have been me, the one who was at Ringo's place when the shit went down. Hey. I know how it is. I've been there. We've all done bad things. We've all had those guilty feelings in our heart. I'm going to take your brain out of your head and wash it and scrub it and make it clean. I don't know. But I'm going to have to settle this. First we're going to check the hole and see what we can find. We're going to get nice and wet, and you're going to spread your legs. Oh, that's good. So you know me. You know my reputation. Thirteen inches of tough load, I don't treat you gently. That's right. I'm Brock Landers. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck is Ringo?
Dirk:
[he stands, unzips his pants and pulls out his penis] I am a star. I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star. I am a big, bright, shining star. That's right. [he rezips his pants]
Marty:
What do you guys say we play some Truth or Dare?
George:
Yeah. Yeah, I love that game.
Marty:
Okay, let's do it.
Millie:
No, let's not. People's feelings always end up hurt when we play this game.
Sam:
Yeah, she's right.
George:
God, Sam and Millie are a couple of little wet pussies, aren't they?
Marty:
Clyde, do you wanna start?
Clyde:
I dunno. I'm kind of with Sam and Millie on this one.
George:
[pointing with his finger] Pussy number one, pussy number two, pussy number three.
Millie:
Go ahead, Clyde. Start the game.
