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Quotes of Movie: "Angels in America" [2003]
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Greetings, Prophet! The great work begins! The Messenger has arrived! We have reached a verdict, your honor. This man's heart is deficient. He loves, but his love is worth nothing. I have sex with men. But unlike nearly every other man of whom this is true, I bring the guy I'm screwing to the White House and President Reagan smiles at us and shakes his hand. Respect the delicate ecology of your delusions. | |
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I usually say, "Fuck the truth," but mostly, the truth fucks you. I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there's a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so. I have always depended on the kindness of strangers. Hannah Pitt: Well that's a stupid thing to do. You don't know what all I know. *I* don't know what all I know. Half this shit I make up and I'm still right, learned that in the 50's. Hannah Pitt: Excuse me. I said excuse me. Can you tell me where I am? Is this Brooklyn? Do you know a Pineapple Street or is there some train or bus I...? [sets down bags exaustedly] Hannah Pitt: I'm lost. I just arrived from Salt Lake City. [beet] Hannah Pitt: Utah? I took the bus I was told to take and I got off... well it was the very last stop so I had to get off and I asked the driver was this Brooklyn and he nodded yes. But he was from one of those foreign countries where they think it's good manners to nod at everything, even if you don't know what it is you're nodding at. In truth I think he spoke no English at all... which I think would make him ineligible for employment on public transportation, you know with the public being English-speaking... mostly. Do you speak English. Homeless Woman: [nods yes] Hannah Pitt: Well I was supposed to be met at the airport by my son and he didn't show. And I don't wait more than three and three quarters hours for anyone, so I should have been more patient... I guess. But is this... Homeless Woman: Bronx. Hannah Pitt: [confused] Is that The Bronx? How in the name of Heaven did I get to The Bronx? When that drive... Homeless Woman: -slurp... slurp... will you stop that disgusting slurping, you disgusting slurping animal, feeding yourself. What would it matter to yourself or anyone if you just stop feeding and DIED! Hannah Pitt: Can you just tell me... Homeless Woman: Why was the Koziuscko Bridge named after a Po-lack? Hanna: I don't know what you're talking ab... Homeless Woman: It was a joke. Hanna: Well what's the punch line? Homeless Woman: I don't know. Hanna: Oh for Petes' sake! [to the street] Hanna: Is there anyone who can tell me... Homeless Woman: [yelling to no one in particular] Stand further off you fat loathsome whore, you can't have any more of this soup slurp slurp slurp you animal, and I know you'll just go pee it all away and where will you do that behind what bush! It's fucking cold out here and I- [gulp] Homeless Woman: ... not right because I'm supposed to live in a tunnel. [to Hannah] Homeless Woman: You're not very funny. Have you read the propecies of Nostradomus? Hannah Pitt: Who? Homeless Woman: Some guy I once went out with somewhere. Nostradomus... prophet... outcast... eyes like scary shit, he would... Hannah Pitt: Shut up! Please stop jabbering for one minute and pull your wits together and tell me how to get to Brooklyn, because you know and you're going to tell me because there is no one else around to tell me and I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm very, very angry. So I'm sorry that you're psychotic but just make an effort. Pull yourself together and take a deep breath. [Homeless Woman stares dumbfounded at Hannah] Hannah Pitt: Do it! Homeless Woman: [stuggles to take in a breath] Hannah Pitt: Good. Now exale. [blows air out of her mouth] Homeless Woman: [Tries to mimic Hannah's exhaling with mixed results] Hannah Pitt: Now tell me how to get to Brooklyn. Homeless Woman: Hmmm... don't know. [Hannah slumps defeatedly] Homeless Woman: Want some soup? Hannah Pitt: Manhattan? I don't suppose you know the address of the Mormon Visitor Center. Homeless Woman: 65th and Broadway. Hannah Pitt: How do you know that? Homeless Woman: I go there all the time. Free movies. Boring, but you can stay all day. Hannah Pitt: Well how can I get there? Homeless Woman: Take the D train. Next block take a right. Hannah Pitt: Thank you. [Hannah picks up her bags and starts walking away. Homeless Woman dumps out the rest of her soup and throws the empty container in to a bin, startling Hannah] Homeless Woman: In the new century, I think we will all be insane. [Hannah hurries away as fast as she can] I-I-I think I have a copy. I think we ought to pray. Ask God for help. Ask him together. Harper Pitt: God won't talk to me. I have to make up people to talk to me. Joe Pitt: You have to keep asking. Harper Pitt: I forgot the question?... Oh, yeah. God, is my husband a homo? Joe Pitt: Stop it! Stop it! I'm warning you! Does it make any difference that I might be one thing deep within? No matter how wrong or ugly that thing is so long as I have fought with everything I have to kill it? What do you want from me? What do you want from me Harper, more than that? For God's sake, there's nothing left. I'm a shell. There's nothing left to kill. As long as my behaviour is what I know it has to be, decent, correct that alone in the eyes of God. Harper Pitt: No, no, not that. That's Utah talk, Mormon talk. I hate it, Joe. Tell me, say it. Joe Pitt: All I will say is that I'm a very good man who has worked very hard to become good and you wanna destroy that. You wanna destroy me but I am not gonna let you do that. Harper Pitt: I'm gonna have a baby. Joe Pitt: Liar! Harper Pitt: You liar!... A baby born addicted to pills. A baby who does not dream but who hallucinates, who stares up at us with big mirror eyes and who does not know who we are. Joe Pitt: Are you really? Harper Pitt: No... Yes... No... Yes... Get away from me. Now we both have a secret. An angel is a belief, with wings, and arms that can carry you. It's not to be afraid of, and if it can't hold you up, seek for something new. There is no zion save where you are. American prophet tonight you become American eye that pierceth dark, American heart hot full for truth. [seeing the buttons on the telephone] Oh! Buttons! Such things they have these days! Are you a ghost, Lou? Louis Ironson: No. Just spectral. Lost to myself. Sitting all day on cold park benches wishing I could be with you. [Extends his arm] Louis Ironson: Dance with me, babe. if you have something you want to ask me ask me! Ask me, go! Harper Pitt: I can't, I'm scared of you. Look. Garlic. A Mirror. Holy Water. A Crucifix. Fuck off! Get the fuck out of my room! Go! Oh well don't apologize, I can't expect someone who's really sick to entertain me. Prior: How on earth did you know? Harper Pitt: Oh that happens. This is the very threshold of revelation. Sometimes you can see things like how sick you are. Do you see anything about me? Prior: Yes, you are amazingly unhappy Harper Pitt: Big deal, you meet a valium addict, you figure out she's unhappy -that doesn't count. Of course I - something else? something suprising? Prior: Something suprising? Harper Pitt: Yes Prior: Your husband's a homo. Well this is the most depressing hallucination I ever had. I burned dinner. Joe Pitt: I'm sorry. Harper Pitt: Not my dinner, my dinner was fine. Your dinner. I put it back in the oven and turned everything up as high as it could go and I watched 'til it burned black. It's still hot, very hot, want it? Joe Pitt: You didn't have to do that. Harper Pitt: I know, it just seemed like the kinda thing a mentally-deranged sex-starved pill-popping housewife would do. It's a sin and it's killing us both. I wish I could go traveling. Things aren't right with me. [Harper opens cabinet door in bathroom to remove pill container. She closes the door which reveals Mr. Lie's reflection in the mirror. She gasps. ] Mr. Lies: Cash, check, or credit card? Harper Pitt: You startled me. Mr. Lies: Cash, check, or... Harper Pitt: I remember you. You're from Salt Lake. You sold us the plane tickets when we flew here. What are you doing in Brooklyn? Mr. Lies: You said you wanted to travel. Harper Pitt: How thoughtful! Mr. Lies: Mr. Lies of the International Order of Travel Agents. We mobilize the globe. We set people adrift. We are adepts of motion, acolytes of the flocks. Cash, check, or credit card, name your destination. Harper Pitt: Antartica, maybe? I want to see the hole in the ozone. I heard on the radio... Mr. Lies: We'll arrange a guided tour. Now? Harper Pitt: Soon, maybe soon. I'm not safe here, you see. Weird stuff happens. Mr. Lies: Like? Harper Pitt: Like you, for instance. Just appearing. Or last week. Well, nevermind. People are like planets, you need a thick skin. Joe stays away and now, well look, my dreams are talking back to me. Mr. Lies: The price of rootlessness, motion sickness. Only cure, keep moving. Harper Pitt: I'm undecided. I feel that something's going to give. It's 1985... fifteen years to the third millennium. Maybe Christ will come again or maybe the troubles will and the end will come. And the sky will collapse and there'll be terrible rain and showers of poison light. Or maybe my life is really fine... maybe Joe loves me and I'm only crazy thinking otherwise. Or maybe not. Maybe it's even worse than I know. Maybe I want to know, maybe I don't. The suspense, Mr. Lies, it's killing me. Mr. Lies: I suggest a vacation. [Wrestling the Angel] I will not let thee go except thou bless me! I will not let thee go except thou bless me! I will not let thee go except thou bless me! The Angel: You have prevailed Prophet. The choice is yours. Now release me; I have torn a muscle in my thigh. Prior: Big deal. My leg's been hurting for months. Night flight to San Francisco - chase the moon across America. | |
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