Parasite (2019)

Kim Ki-jung : [about Moon-gwang] She may look like a sheep, but inside, she's a fox. Sometimes she acts like she owns the house.

Kim Ki-woo : Right. Of all the people in that house, she's lived there the longest. She was housekeeper to the architect Namgoong, but then she went on to work for this family. When the architect moved out, he introduced this woman to Park's family, telling them, "This is a great housekeeper, you should hire her".

Chung-sook : So she survived a change of ownership.

Kim Ki-woo : She won't give up such a good job easily.

Kim Ki-jung : To extract a woman like that, we need to prepare well.

Kim Ki-woo : Right, we need a plan.

Park Da-hye : [cut to a scene with Ki-woo and Da-hye] I want to eat peaches. I like peaches best.

Kim Ki-woo : Why not ask for some?

Park Da-hye : No peaches at our house. It's a forbidden fruit.

Kim Ki-woo : [cut back to the Kims; referring to Moon-gwang] So according to what Da-hye told me, she's got a pretty serious allergy to peaches. You know that fuzz on the peach skin? If she's anywhere near it, she gets a full body rash, has trouble breathing, asthma, a total meltdown!

[Moon-gwang falls sick after Ki-woo puts peach fuzz on her]

Ki-taek : Anyway. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but her words came through clearly! So I couldn't help but...

Kim Ki-woo : Cut, cut! Dad, your emotions are up to here. Bring them down to about there.

Ki-taek : So I couldn't help but overhear...

Kim Ki-woo : Keep it focused!

Ki-taek : [to Mrs. Park] What I'm trying to say is... it's just that, your housekeeper's voice is quite loud, you know?

Park Yeon-kyo : I understand, it's all right. Just tell me, okay?

Ki-taek : She said she got diagnosed with active tuberculosis and she was practically shouting over the phone, so upset she could barely control herself!

Park Yeon-kyo : Tuberculosis? Come on...

Ki-taek : It's true, she phoned someone saying she had active TB.

Kim Ki-woo , Park Yeon-kyo : Do people still get TB?

Kim Ki-woo : [cut back to the Kims] Dad, back in the day, people used to buy Christmas Seals, right? Feels like a bygone era.

Ki-taek : [cut back to Ki-taek and Mrs. Park] But I saw it on the internet. Korea has the #1 rate of TB of all the OECD countries.

Kim Ki-woo : [cut back to the Kims] But she's still working, as if nothing's wrong - with a kid like Da-song in the house.

Ki-taek : [cut back to Ki-taek and Mrs. Park] So you've got a young kid like Da-song in the house, and a TB patient is doing dishes, cooking, spraying spittle...

Park Yeon-kyo : Stop it, please!

[cut to the Kims putting peach fuzz on Moon-gwang, causing her to fall sick again, and Ki-taek using chili sauce to fake Moon-gwang's blood]

Park Yeon-kyo : [referring to an abstract painting by her young son] Da-song is an artist by nature. Look at this painting.

Kim Ki-woo : It's so metaphorical. It's really strong.

Park Yeon-kyo : Strong, right? You've got an eye for this.

Kim Ki-woo : It's a chimpanzee, right?

Park Yeon-kyo : A self-portrait.

Kim Ki-woo : Sure enough! The perspective of a young artist eludes understanding. Or perhaps it's Da-song's expressive genius...

Kim Ki-woo : [suggesting an art teacher for Yeon-kyo's son] Someone just came to mind. What was her name? Jessica! Right, Jessica... She was in the same art school as my cousin. What was her Korean name? Anyway, after studying applied arts at Illinois State University, she returned to Korea.

Park Yeon-kyo : Illinois... tell me more.

Kim Ki-woo : Her teaching is unusual, but she knows how to handle kids. She's got a special reputation in her field. But even though her methods are unique, she can help kids get into good art schools.

Park Yeon-kyo : Now I'm really curious. What is she like?

Kim Ki-woo : Would you like to meet her? Though I heard she's in high demand...

Kim Ki-jung : But isn't an older driver better?

Park Yeon-kyo : That's true. They drive better, have better manners.

Kim Ki-jung : My father's brother had a driver just like that. Mr. Kim. He was so congenial and nice. I used to call him Uncle when I was young.

Park Yeon-kyo : You know a man like that?

Kim Ki-jung : Yes, he was so mild-mannered. Oh, but my relatives relocated to Chicago. I wonder if Mr. Kim's free now?

Park Yeon-kyo : I'm really interested! Could I meet him?

Kim Ki-jung : Really?

Park Yeon-kyo : I don't trust anyone now. I only trust someone recommended by a person I know well. But if you've known him so long, I'd feel much more at ease.

Kim Ki-jung : Do you really want to meet him?

Park Yeon-kyo : I'm deadly serious. This chain of recommendations is best. How should I describe it? A belt of trust?

Park Yeon-kyo : Jessica, the last time you came, our driver gave you a ride, right?

Kim Ki-jung : That's right.

Park Yeon-kyo : This may be an odd question, but nothing happened then?

Kim Ki-jung : No, he was very nice. I told him to go to Hyehwa Station, but he insisted on driving me home.

Park Yeon-kyo : That jerk! He took you home late at night? Revealing where you live?

Kim Ki-jung : No, I got off at Hyehwa.

Park Yeon-kyo : Oh, good girl. Very good. Jessica nice...

Kim Ki-jung : Did something happen with him?

Park Yeon-kyo : He won't be working for us any more. A slightly shameful incident.

Kim Ki-jung : What incident?

Park Yeon-kyo : Oh, you don't need to know.

Kim Ki-jung : But I'm surprised. He was so gentlemanly and cool.

Park Yeon-kyo : Jessica, you're too young and innocent! You have a lot to learn about people.

Park Yeon-kyo : [referring to her son's artistic ability] He has a Basquiat-esque sense, even at age 9!

Da Song : [after sniffing Ki-taek and Chung-sook] It's the same! They smell the same!

Park Yeon-kyo : What are you talking about? Go up to Jessica.

Da Song : Jessica smells like that, too.

Park Yeon-kyo : It's ridiculous, right? Running around, trying to please a kid. He's not some kind of prince.

Chung-sook : He's the youngest. It's common.

Park Yeon-kyo : Please understand. Da-song is a bit... unwell. He's receiving trauma therapy and art therapy. There was an incident.

Chung-sook : What incident?

Park Yeon-kyo : Sis, you believe in ghosts, too? Da-song saw a ghost in the house when he was in 1st grade. He had a birthday party at home that day. Late that night, when everyone was sleeping, Da-song crept down to the kitchen and took the cake out. The whipped cream on that cake was amazing. Even in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about it. So Da-song was sitting, eating his cake... He screamed, and I ran downstairs, and he was all... his eyes rolled back in his head, convulsions, foam in his mouth. Have you ever seen a child have a seizure?

Chung-sook : No.

Park Yeon-kyo : They need 15-minute treatment, or they're done for. That's the time you have to reach an emergency room, 15 minutes.

Dong Ik : Wait a minute. Where's that smell coming from?

Park Yeon-kyo : What smell?

Dong Ik : Mr. Kim's smell.

Park Yeon-kyo : Mr. Kim?

Dong Ik : Yeah.

Park Yeon-kyo : Not sure what you mean.

Dong Ik : Really? You must have smelled it. That smell that wafts through the car, how to describe it?

Park Yeon-kyo : An old man's smell?

Dong Ik : No no, it's not that. What is it? Like an old radish? No. You know when you boil a rag? It smells like that. Anyway, even though he always seems about to cross the line, he never does cross it. That's good. I'll give him credit.

Park Yeon-kyo : Yeah.

Dong Ik : But that smell crosses the line. It powers through right into the back seat.

Park Yeon-kyo : How bad can it be?

Dong Ik : I don't know. It's hard to describe. But you sometimes smell it on the subway.

Park Yeon-kyo : It's been ages since I rode a subway.

Dong Ik : People who ride the subway have a special smell.

Park Yeon-kyo : They say a ghost in the house brings wealth. Actually, the money's been good recently.

Park Yeon-kyo : Listen, do you know how to make ram-don?

Chung-sook : Ram-don?

Park Yeon-kyo : Da-song likes ram-don more than anything.

Park Yeon-kyo : Anyway, ram-don as soon as we walk in, okay?

Chung-sook : Then you're almost here?

Park Yeon-kyo : 8 minutes, according to the GPS.

Chung-sook : You arrive in 8 minutes...

Park Yeon-kyo : Start boiling the water right away!

Chung-sook : [after getting off the phone] What the hell is ram-don?

Dong Ik : You still have those cheap panties? Huh? The ones Yoon's girlfriend left behind. If you wear those, I'll get really fucking hard.

Park Yeon-kyo : Really? Then buy me drugs. Buy me drugs!

Dong Ik : Eat this instead.

Kim Ki-jung : The lower-right region of a painting is called the 'schizophrenia zone'. Psychotic symptoms often reveal themselves here.

Park Yeon-kyo : Oh, phrenia...

Kim Ki-jung : Look here. Da-song painted this unusual shape, right?

Park Yeon-kyo : I see.

Park Yeon-kyo : [pointing to another painting by Da-song] Over there, it's the same! It's the same, right?

Kim Ki-jung : Yes, that's correct. A similar shape in the same zone. You see it now?

Park Yeon-kyo : Yes. I've stared at that painting at every meal! But I had no idea.

Kim Ki-jung : Calm down. Let's compose ourselves. This is all a black box into Da-song's mind. Would you like to open that box with me, Madame?

Park Yeon-kyo : I want to open it.

Kim Ki-jung : Then we'll need 4 two-hour sessions per week, and this is not simple tutoring, it's art therapy, right?

Park Yeon-kyo : Of course.

Kim Ki-jung : Because of that my rate is set at a very high level. Are you okay with that?

Park Yeon-kyo : It's my pleasure.

Park Yeon-kyo : Please don't tell any of this to my husband, okay?

Ki-taek : Understood.

Park Yeon-kyo : If he hears I brought a TB patient to our home, I'll be hanged and quartered!

Ki-taek : Don't worry, Madame. And if I may presume to say one thing. I have no feelings against that woman. I felt I had to speak up for the sake of public health and hygiene. But this could be seen as snitching or...

Park Yeon-kyo : Don't you worry. I won't mention the TB. I'll just make up some excuse to dismiss her. Simply and quietly. It's a proven method. That's the best.

Ki-taek : Okay, then.

[Ki-taek shakes Yeon-kyo's hand, causing her to squirm]

Park Yeon-kyo : Have you... washed your hands?

Dong Ik : [handing Yeon-kyo an envelope containing panties] Honey. This was under my car seat. Driver Yoon is such a scumbag.

Park Yeon-kyo : [looking at the panties] What is this? I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know he was this kind of guy.

Dong Ik : Don't you pay him well? Is he saving up by not paying for a motel?

Park Yeon-kyo : He must be a pervert. He likes it in the car. Oh, that's gross. In his boss' car!

Dong Ik : A young guy's sex life is his own business, that's all fine. But why in my car? And if so, why not in his seat? Why cross the line like that?

Park Yeon-kyo : You're right.

Dong Ik : Does dripping his sperm on my seat turn him on?

Park Yeon-kyo : I can't believe this.

Dong Ik : But you know what's strangest of all?

Park Yeon-kyo : What?

Dong Ik : Usually if you have car sex, you might leave behind a strand of hair, or an earring.

Park Yeon-kyo : Right.

Dong Ik : But how can you forget your own panties?

Park Yeon-kyo : That's right. It's hard to overlook.

Dong Ik : So it makes me quite suspicious of this woman's condition. You get me?

[Dong-ik whispers in Yeon-kyo's ear]

Park Yeon-kyo : [alarmed] Oh my... meth or cocaine?