The Loved One (1965)

Robert Morse: Dennis Barlow

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• Dennis Barlow : They told me, Francis Hinsley, they told me you were hung. With red protruding eyeballs and black protruding tongue.

• Dennis Barlow : Aimee, wait. Now, my dear girl, don't you realize, it's only been money that's been holding me back?

  Aimee Thanatogenous : An American would despise himself for living off his wife.

  Dennis Barlow : Yes, but you see, I'm English, and we have none of these prejudices in the older and more developed civilizations.

• Dennis Barlow : They gave me this ticket, so I thought I'd come here. I mean it was either Los Angeles or Calcutta and I thought, what the hell.

• Dennis Barlow : Which service have you decided on?

  Mr. Kenton : Well, I dunno.

  Dennis Barlow : We can give you entombment, empyrement, dissemination or eternalization.

  Mr. Kenton : I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

  Dennis Barlow : Well, that would be embalmed, buried, scattered, or burned.

  Mr. Kenton : Burned! That's good. Burned.

• Dennis Barlow : Oh yes, every anniversary, a card of remembrance is sent without charge and it reads, "Your little Arthur is thinking of you and wagging his tail in heaven, tonight."

• Dennis Barlow : Would you prefer to keep the ashes at home?

  Mr. Kenton : Not at home, pal. Not at home.

• Aimee Thanatogenous : And here we have the Falls of Xanadu.

  Dennis Barlow : The Falls of Xanadu, funny that Coleridge never mentioned them.

  Aimee Thanatogenous : I beg your pardon?

  Dennis Barlow : Coleridge, the man who wrote the poem.

  Aimee Thanatogenous : I never heard there was a poem. All the names in Whispering Glades were created by the Blessed Reverend.

• Sir Francis Hinsley : [at the studio commissary]  I think I'll just have my usual: Deep Dish Lolita and iced tea with a sprig of mint, please.

  Dennis Barlow : I'll have Breast of Squab Brigitte and the Goldwater Nut Flip.

• Dennis Barlow : Actually, I'm a poet.

  Immigration Officer : Poet? An English poet?

  Dennis Barlow : Well, yes, I am English.

  Immigration Officer : One of them beatnik poets, huh?

  Dennis Barlow : Oh, beatnik? No. No, I'm not a beatnik.

• Dennis Barlow : Here, Pickled in formaldehyde, And painted like a whore, Shrimp pink, Incorruptible, Not lost, But gone before...

• Aimee Thanatogenous : This entire place is a dream. If the Blessed Reverend had not dreamed it, it would not exist.

  Dennis Barlow : [reading a sign]  "This building, like all others in Whispering Glades is built of cast iron and reinforced concrete.It is certified protection against fire, earthquake and nuclear fission."

  Aimee Thanatogenous : The Blessed Reverend always builds for eternity.

• Aimee Thanatogenous : This is the entire missionary staff of the St. Francis Theological Seminary of Burbank. All massacred.

  Dennis Barlow : All of them?

  Aimee Thanatogenous : Yes, in different parts of the world, over the years, by the regional savages there.

• Harry Glenworthy : Hey, kid, what's with His Lordship?

  Dennis Barlow : I think he didn't like my poem. He's anti-art.

• Dennis Barlow : He was my uncle.

  Whispering Glades Hostess : In that case, he must have been Caucasian.

  Dennis Barlow : Certainly not. He was English.

  Whispering Glades Hostess : Oh, that's all right. English is Caucasian. We prefer that word at Whispering Glades. It's much less offensive than "white."

  Dennis Barlow : Well, I can assure you that he was - he was quite white.

  Whispering Glades Hostess : The Blessed Reverend has to consider the feelings of the waiting ones. In time of trial, they prefer to be with their own people.

• Dennis Barlow : Tell me, what do you think about when you're out here all by yourself?

  Aimee Thanatogenous : Oh, just death and art.

• Dennis Barlow : Aimee, a poet, an artist, he draws his inspiration from beauty in many forms.

  [gives Aimee a kiss] 

  Aimee Thanatogenous : Dennis, don't! That's not an ethical thing to do.

  Dennis Barlow : Why? Don't Americans kiss?

  Aimee Thanatogenous : Well, of course they kiss. But, what has that got to do with us?

  Dennis Barlow : Everything. You're an American girl. And I'm a man.

  Aimee Thanatogenous : And anyway, this certainly wouldn't be the time or place - for that sort of thing.

  Dennis Barlow : What better time and place could there be? Here we are together. Aimee. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

  Aimee Thanatogenous : Did you just write that?

• [first lines] 

  Flight Attendant : We are now about to land in the world-famous city of Los Angeles. Its name, translated from the ancient Spanish, means "City of the Angels". It is also the home of the American motion picture industry.

  Dennis Barlow : [reading James Thomson's poem "The City of Dreadful Night"; voiceover]  "The City is of Night; perchance of Death."

  Flight Attendant : Twenty thousand people arrive here to settle every week.

  Dennis Barlow : [voiceover]  "They leave all hope behind who enter here: / One certitude while sane they cannot leave, / One anodyne for torture and despair; / The certitude of Death."