Bullets Over Broadway (1994)
John Cusack: David Shayne
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Quotes
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Helen Sinclair : Two martinis please, very dry.
David Shayne : How'd you know what I drank?
Helen Sinclair : Oh, you want one too? Three.
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Helen Sinclair : No, no, don't speak. Don't speak. Please don't speak. Please don't speak. No. No. No. Go. Go, gentle Scorpio, go. Your Pisces wishes you every happy return.
David Shayne : Just one...
Helen Sinclair : Don't speak.
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Olive : [reading her lines] Why do you have to be so masso... masso...
David Shayne : Masochistic.
Olive : Masochistic? What the does that mean?
David Shayne : It means someone who enjoys pain.
Olive : Enjoys pain? What is she, *retarded*?
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Sheldon Flender : You, you, you're all missing the point, the point is I can give pleasure many times a day!
Rita : Oh, now, really Flender, what does quantity got to do with it?
Sheldon Flender : Quantity, quantity affects quality!
David Shayne : Says who?
Sheldon Flender : Karl Marx!
Rita : Oh, so now we're talking economics.
Sheldon Flender : Sex is economics!
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Sheldon Flender : [bragging] I have never had a play produced. That's right. And I've written one play a year for the past twenty years.
David Shayne : Yes, but that's because you're a genius. And the proof is that both common people and intellectuals find your work completely incoherent. Means you're a genius.
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David Shayne : I studied playwrighting with every teacher, I read every book...
Cheech : Let me tell you somethin' about teachers. I hate teachers. Those blue-haired bitches used to whack us with rulers. Forget teachers.
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Nick : Sorry you guys had to hear that. Some problems with the firm.
David Shayne : Really? What type of firm is it, Nick?
Nick : It's a "don't stick your nose in other people's business and it won't get broken" type of firm.
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David Shayne : Maybe Olive's got stage fright. Maybe she won't show.
Julian Marx : Not Olive. That dame doesn't have a nerve in her body. I don't think her spinal cord touches her brain.
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David Shayne : Your taste is exquisite.
Helen Sinclair : [correcting] My taste is superb. My eyes are exquisite.
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David Shayne : You're gonna write it?
Cheech : What am I? A fuckin' idiot? They taught me how to read and write in school before I burned it down.
David Shayne : You burned down your school?
Cheech : Yeah, it was Lincoln's birthday. There was nobody there.
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David Shayne : You thought my first draft was c-cerebral and tepid?
Helen Sinclair : Only the plot and the dialogue. But this...
David Shayne : Was-was-was there nothing in the original draft that you feel was worth saving?
Helen Sinclair : The stage directions were lucid. Best I've ever seen... and the color of the binder. Good choice.
David Shayne : Thank you. I've always had a flair for stage directions.
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Helen Sinclair : Make love to me.
David Shayne : Here? Now?
Helen Sinclair : I see no reason to wait.
David Shayne : Jerome Kern is on the other side of the door.
Helen Sinclair : Yes, he's a wonderful composer. You'll have to meet him. Now hang up your pants.
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David Shayne : I've become involved with Helen Sinclair, and I feel terrible. But I can't help myself. She's so charismatic, and she's brilliant and beautiful. I mean, a real artist, and, and we speak the same language.
Sheldon Flender : You're wracked with guilt.
David Shayne : I'm wracked with guilt.
Sheldon Flender : You're wracked with guilt. You are wracked with guilt.
David Shayne : I don't know whether... I can't sleep.
Sheldon Flender : Guilt is petit-bourgeois crap. An artist creates his own moral universe.
David Shayne : I know that. I know...
Sheldon Flender : Well? What is the problem then? I'm gonna give you some advice. The same advice that was given to me many years ago when I had a very similar dilemma.
David Shayne : Similar to mine. To...
Sheldon Flender : Yes. Yes.
David Shayne : What did you do? What?
Sheldon Flender : You gotta do what you gotta do.
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[at their first, harrowing meeting]
Nick : Who wants a drink?
David Shayne : I'll have a double anything.
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Sheldon Flender : You are racked with guilt.
David Shayne : I can't sleep.
Sheldon Flender : Guilt is petty bourgeois crap. An artist creates his own moral universe.
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David Shayne : Suddenly I'm taking suggestions from some strong-arm man with an IQ of minus 50.
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Lord Chafee : My tongue is hanging out to present it on the London stage.
David Shayne : London.
Lord Chafee : Look at his face, Helen. You're going to be the toast of Broadway. Why not the West End, hmm?
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Ellen : He's been after me a long time. You never seem to want to get married, so, one night we went out, we had a few drinks... started discussing art and literature and Freud and Nietzsche. And in order to illustrate a point on Greek etymology, I noticed he'd unbuttoned his fly...
David Shayne : No, no, no, no! Please, please! I don't need to hear any more.
Ellen : But he's a major talent. You've said so yourself a million times. With an intellect that big, you tend to create your own moral universe.