Mahogany (1975)

Anthony Perkins: Sean

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• Sean : My saints are a camera and a gun. They're both fiercely truthful.

• Sean : [careening out of control in a sports car]  Don't mess up the car!

• Sean : You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.

• Sean : Rome is like a rich old lady. She covers her wrinkles up with things that shine.

• Sean : [photographing a model]  That's good! Fabulous. Now, move into that - cuddle up to that telescope. Good. Kind of look through it. Just once. Yeah. Like that. Okay, turn around back again. Turn your back a little. That's right. And hold on to the - the side of the telescope. Yeah, that's good. Really stroke that thing, darling. Stroke it. Mmm. Great, great, great. Put your fingers right inside. That's enough. Hold it. Hold it. Take a deep breath. Arch your back. Show us your tits. And say: shit.

• Sean : [photographing a model]  Good, good. Hold it. Hold it. Wet your lips. Good. Good. Turn around. Good. Fine. Now, look at me over that way. That's fabulous. Great. Okay, suck in your gut. Hold it! Smile.

• Sean : [photographing a model]  It's too horny, honey. It's still too horny. Be a little more virtue. You've never been had. You have been had. All right, try looking a little more pensive. Try looking a little more sad. Try saying: shit.

• Sean : [photographing a model]  Turn, turn, turn your back to me. Look over your shoulder. Show the dress more. Hide that seam. Okay, good. Good, okay. Bring your right shoulder forward. Bring the right shoulder forward. No, the right shoulder. That's your left shoulder. The other right shoulder, darling. Okay. Smile. No, no, not so broad. A sexy smile. Good. That's beautiful. Fine. You ought to be in New York.

• Sean : In Rome, Miss Chambers, they don't send their pretty things out to get coffee.

• Florence : She don't know nothin' about no Rome.

  Sean : I know it. They'd like that best of all.

  Tracy : What do you mean by that?

  Sean : I don't know. Your glow. Your innocence.

• Tracy : "Mahogany". I wish you would let everybody else call me that and not you.

  Sean : Does that mean you're granting me a privilege or denying me one?

• Tracy : You want to compare me to her?

  Sean : Not to her. To it. Crystal. I give all my creations the names of inanimate objects.

  Tracy : And what are you going to call me? Coat hanger?

  Sean : No. There's only one word that describes rich and dark, beautiful and rare. I'm going to call you: Mahogany.

• Tracy : Crystal. My God, she's magnificent. She's been on every cover in New York.

  Sean : And under every cover in Rome - mostly those of my friends.

• Tracy : Remember? I'm going to be a designer.

  Sean : And so you shall be, my darling; but, let's not try to run - until we've learned how to stroll down a walkway.

• Sean : Hey, hey! Andrew, tell them to take it easy with that fricking Minerva!

• Sean : You've been listening to a little girlish chatter from Carlotta, huh? That bitch. What does she know? What does she know, the bitch. I understand the needs of a woman. I understand the needs of a woman.

• Sean : What are you trying to do? Kill me? Bye-bye, fella. Bye-bye, fella.