Teresa Gazelle: [referring to Nicky’s teacher] She said he’s always distracted and he never finishes his work, and she wants to get him tested.
Joey Gazelle: Wait, she wants to get him tested? Tested for what?
Teresa Gazelle: I think maybe, uh, attention disorder or something.
Nicky Gazelle: I’m not fucking A.D.D.
Joey Gazelle: Hey! You don’t use that word in front of your mother.
Nicky Gazelle: What’s wrong with A.D.D.?
Running Scared, Wayne Kramer, 2006
Older Daughter: Mom, what is a “cunt”?
Mother: Where did you learn that word?
Older Daughter: On a case on top of the VCR.
Mother: A “cunt” is a large lamp. Example: The “cunt” switched off and the room got all dark.
Dogtooth, Giorgos Lanthimos, 2009
Walt Berkman: It’s Welles’ masterpiece, really. Many people think it’s Citizen Kane, but Magnificent Ambersons, if it hadn’t been ruined by the studio, would’ve been his crowning achievement. As it is, it’s still brilliant. It’s the old story, genius not being recognized by the industry.
Lance: It sounds great. Who’s in it?
Walt Berkman: Orson Welles? I don’t know, I haven’t seen it yet.
The Squid and the Whale, Noah Baumbach, 2005
Lynn: How’d she die?
Norah: It was sorta a do-it-yourself thing
Sunshine Cleaning, Christine Jeffs, 2008.
Edith: Why can’t we just sit on this log, and look at the ugly old rock from here?
Picnic at Hanging Rock, Peter Weir, 1975
Dr. Alan Chaffee: I don’t see why we can’t reach an understanding. Why can’t we just live together?
Mara Chaffee: If we coexist, we shall dominate you.
Village of the Damned, John Carpenter, 1995
Sarah: What’s wrong with her?
Rochelle: Her spell’s not working.
Bonnie: What spell?
Rochelle: I don’t know. She doesn’t want to be white trash anymore. I told her, “You’re white honey! Just get over it.”
The Craft, Andrew Fleming, 1996
Hannah: Are you trying to kill me?
Selena: No, sweetheart. I’m making you not care.
28 Days Later…, Danny Boyle, 2002.
Zia: They went to the North Pole or whatever the place Nanuk is from is called
Wristcutters: A Love Story, Goran Dukic, 2006
Jill Tate: They’re our neighbours.
Oliver Tate: Who, the ninjas?
Jill Tate: Do not call them ninjas, Oliver. It’s racist.
Submarine, Richard Ayoade, 2010
Blood: A cautous young fellow named Lodge / Had seatbelts installed in his Dodge. / When his date was strapped in / He committed a sin / Without even leaving the garage. That’s clever, isn’t it?
A boy and his dog, L.Q. Jones, 1975
The Old Man: You girls a bunch of nudists or are you just short of clothes?
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, Russ Meyer, 1965
Penelope Stamp: I think you’re constipated, in your fucking soul… I think you might have a really big load of grumpy petrified poop up your soul’s ass.
The Brothers Bloom, Rian Johnson, 2008
Toby Radloff: How long are you going to be in Delaware? Because I’d really like to see this movie with you.
Harvey Pekar: I don’t know. I’ll be gone about a week. But I’m getting married, so I’ll have to bring her along too. Is it a girl flick?
Toby Radloff: Depends on the girl. Is your new bride a nerd?
Harvey Pekar: I don’t know. Kinda. Yeah. She’s in to herbal tea.
American splendor, Shari Springer Berman, Robert Pulcini, 2003
Nick Twisp:Oh, I’m not familiar with futurist percussive poems.
Sheeni Saunders: I could recite one of Trent’s, if you like?
Nick Twisp: Please do.
Sheeni Saunders: “Ram dam twelve; Sizzle mop; Crunch down; Safety net; Hot, hot, hot void.”
Nick Twisp: Well, that certainly sounds like a poem.
Youth in revolt, Miguel Arteta, 2009
