Movie Quotes for Wintergirls+by+laurie+halse+anderson

Narrator: By his own approximation, Bob assassinated Jesse James over
  800 times. He suspected no one in history had ever so often or so
  publicly recapitulated an act of betrayal.

Frank James: Youre not so special, Mr. Ford. Youre just like any
  other tyro whos prinked himself up for an escapade, hoping to be a
  gunslinger like them nickel books are about. You may as well quench
  your mind of it, because you dont have the ingredients, son.
Robert Ford: Well, Im sorry to hear you feel that way, as I put such
  stock in your opinion. As for me being a gunslinger, Ive just got
  this one granddaddy Paterson Colt and a borrowed belt to stick it
  in. But I also got an appetite for greater things. I hoped by
  joining up with you, itd put me that much closer to getting them.
Frank James: Well, what am I supposed to say to that?
Robert Ford: Let me be your sidekick tonight.
Frank James: Sidekick?
Robert Ford: So you can examine my grit and intelligence.
Frank James: I dont know what it is about you, but the more you
  talk, the more you give me the willies. Now I dont believe I want
  you anywhere within earshot this evening, okay? You understand?
Robert Ford: Well, Im sorry...
Frank James: Why dont you just get, now? Scat!

Robert Ford: I cant believe I woke up this morning wondering if my
  Daddy would loan me his overcoat, and here it is just past midnight
  and Ive already robbed a railroad train and Im sitting in a
  rocking chair chatting with none other than Jesse James.
Jesse James: Yeah, its a wonderful world.
Robert Ford: [reaches into his pocket and removes a newspaper
  clipping] Oh, whats this? I was real agitated this morning,
  wondering if Id be able to tell you and Frank apart. So I had the
  clipping that described you both. You want me to read it?
Jesse James: Go on.
Robert Ford: Well, I gotta find... here. Jesse James, the youngest,
  has a face as smooth and innocent as a schoolgirl. The blue eyes,
  very clear and penetrating, are never at rest. His form is tall and
  graceful and capable of great endurance and great effort. Jesse is
  lighthearted, reckless, and devil-may-care. There is always a smile
  on his lips-
Jesse James: All right, all right.
Robert Ford: Well, yeah. Then its Frank, Frank, Frank...  You know
  what Ive got right next to my bed? The Train Robbers, or a story
  of the James Boys, by R.W. Stevens. Manys the night Ive stayed up
  with my mouth opens and my eyes open, reading about your escapades
  in the Wide Awake Library.
Jesse James: Theyre all lies, you know.
Robert Ford: Course they are.

Ed Miller: I was with a girl once. Wasnt a squaw, but she was purty.
  She had yellow hair, like uh... oh, like something.
Dick Liddil: Like hair bobbed from a ray of sunlight?
Ed Miller: Yeah, yeah. Like that. Boy, you talk good.
Dick Liddil: You can hide things in vocabulary.
Ed Miller: Maybe you and me could writer her a note, send it by post?
Dick Liddil: See, all you gotta do, Ed, is predict her needs and beat
  her to the punch.
Ed Miller: Well, this girl, she had a real specific job.
Dick Liddil: Specific?
Ed Miller: Wes only together once. Shes afraid of lightning. She
  came up into the wagon and just cuddled right up to me. She gave me
  a kind price, too.
Dick Liddil: Well I be! That is specific.
Ed Miller: Yeah, sure, she been with other people. But the kinds of
  things she said to me, people just dont say unless they really
  mean it.
Dick Liddil: "My love said she would marry only me and Jove himself
  could not make her care, for what women say to lovers, youll
  agree, one writes on running water or air."
Ed Miller: My God thats good. Lets write her that.
Dick Liddil: Naw. Poetry dont work on whores.

Governor Crittenden: Jesse James sent me a telegram last month,
  saying he was going to kill me if he had to wreck a train to do it.
  He said that once I was in his hands he was going to cut my heart
  out and eat it in strips like it was bacon. [pause] Im going to
  wreck his train first.
Robert Ford: [Bob scoffs, Crittenden glares at him] Im sorry, Your
  Excellency. I was thinking of something else.
Governor Crittenden: Jesse James is nothing more than a public outlaw
  whos made his reputation by stealing whatever he could and by
  killing whoever got in his way. Youll hear some fools say hes
  getting back at Republicans and Union men for wrongs his family
  suffered during the war, but his victims have scarcely ever been
  selected with reference to their political views. Im saying his
  sins will soon find him out. Im saying his cup of iniquity is
  full. Im saying Jesse James is a desperate case and may require a
  desperate remedy.

Emily: Fear me, as I am drawn by pain.

[last lines]
Narrator: He was ashamed of his persiflage, his boasting, his
  pretensions of courage and ruthlessness; he was sorry about his
  cold-bloodedness, his dispassion, his inability to express what he
  now believed was the case- that he truly regretted killing Jesse,
  that he missed the man as much as anybody and wished his murder
  hadnt been necessary. Even as he circulated his saloon he knew
  that the smiles disappeared when he passed by. He received so many
  menacing letters that he could read them without any reaction
  except curiosity. He kept to his apartment all day, flipping over
  playing cards, looking at his destiny in every King and Jack.
  Edward OKelly came up from Bachelor at one P.M. on the 8th. He had
  no grand scheme. No strategy. No agreement with higher authorities.
  Nothing but a vague longing for glory, and a generalized wish for
  revenge against Robert Ford. Edward OKelly would be ordered to
  serve a life sentence in the Colorado Penitentiary for second
  degree murder. Over seven thousand signatures would eventually be
  gathered in a petition asking for OKellys release, and in 1902,
  Governor James B. Ullman would pardon the man. There would be no
  eulogies for Bob, no photographs of his body would be sold in
  sundries stores, no people would crowd the streets in the rain to
  see his funeral cortege, no biographies would be written about him,
  no children named after him, no one would ever pay twenty-five
  cents to stand in the rooms he grew up in. The shotgun would
  ignite, and Ella Mae would scream, but Robert Ford would only lay
  on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his
  eyes before he could find the right words.

Tommy Beresford: [Tuppence asks Tommy to drive so she can continue
  reading her copy of Macbeth. Tommy chuckles in response] I was in
  Macbeth at my prep school. "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
  creeps in this petty pace from day to day."
Tuppence Beresford: [gets in car on passenger side] I heard you were
  marvelous.
Tommy Beresford: Who from?
Tuppence Beresford: You.
Tommy Beresford: Hmm. [gets in car and starts engine] "By the
  pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."

[opening narration]
Opening Announcer: In the criminal justice system, all suspects are
  innocent until proven guilty, either by confession, plea bargain,
  or trial by jury. This is one of those trials.

Tom: Hey, guys. Remember Shake? We played college ball together.
Nigel Baker: Yeah, the hot dog. [Tom gives him a look] Mom said it
  first.
Shake: Were having adult time here, boys.
Kyle Baker: No idea what that means.
Tom: Well, its this crazy thing where grown-ups actually get to have
  a conversation without being interrupted by kids.
Kyle Baker: Sounds wicked boring.
Shake: It is. So why dont you run along?
Kyle Baker: Moms right. He is a weiner.

Kaye Ballard: By the time I went back to do "Pirates of Penzance" in
  1982, it was a joke! It was like Nurse Rached - this persons out,
  that persons out...

Cindy: By the way, do you know what they call this? Its called a
  hogtie. I thought this would be rather befitting for you.

Michelle: Youre a betraying, evil person, Laurie.

Tabbitha: I thought that would make you happy.
Michelle: Nothing makes me happy. I wont be happy until Laurie Show
  has paid for the pain and suffering she has caused me and my baby.

Michelle: You called the cops!
Laurie: My mother did!

Jake Spankenheimer: You saw it, didnt you, Grandpa?
Grandpa Spankenheimer: Im sorry, did you say something? I was too
  busy watching Grandma get hit by Santas sleigh. What a sight,
  sleigh comes out of nowhere, Grandma takes a header into the
  snowbank, sleigh vanishes, like the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Cousin Mel: And thats whats known as an advanced case of
  Santa-Claus-is-real syndrome.

Paul: You know, I never knew what happiness was until I married your
  mother. And by then it was too late.

Keenan: What did I ever do to deserve you?
Joan: Usually that line is screamed at me by someone running out the
  door, not by someone standing in front of me and staying. It makes
  for a nice change.

Ray: She took his dinner in to him once. Me mum, in the pub, and
  plonked it in front of him on a tray. Knife and fork, salt and
  pepper. He said, "Whats that?" She said, "Its your dinner. I
  thought you might be hungry. You aint eaten for three fucking
  days. You live in here, you might as well fucking eat in here."
  Its funny. He didnt like that, did he? Mugged him up in front of
  his mates. Thought more of them cunts than he did us. Lovely. Yeah.
  She got a clump over that. Well, she would, wouldnt she? He was
  always pissed in there, werent he? You know? We go in the pub to
  get our living, you know? Thats where we do our business. Hed be
  there spunking out while were sitting at home without a dinar, you
  know, thank you. And hed promise things. You know? Promise to take
  us places, you know? Never did. Never took us anywhere. And when he
  did bother to come home hed sit in that fucking chair, doss off
  with his tray in his lap. And Id just stand there looking at him.
  Id look in his face, and my motherd go upstairs, and Id say,
  "Say, Mum, aint Daddy coming to bed?" And shed say, "No. No, hes
  all right, son. Hell come up when he wakes up." Hes gotta wake up
  to go to bed! Now, Id stand there looking at this fucking old man,
  you know, my dad, you know, in that chair, that horrible fucking
  chair with the shiny, worn-out arms. I shouldve burnt the fucking
  thing. By the end he was hemorrhaging from both ends, you know? I
  used to hear him in the morning hanging on to the kharzi. It was
  lovely. Never stopped him going to the pub, though. No, he was well
  enough to do that. Now, one day, right, hes staggering across the
  pub pissed from the night before. Hes gone over, crunch, right on
  his mooey, like a fucking ironing board. His hooters around here,
  his railings all over the fucking place. Me and me mum had to go
  the hospital to see him. We walked in. Hes laying in bed. Hes got
  tubes up his arms, fucking up his nose, down the back of his
  Gregory. He didnt look well. Fucking vodka was keeping him alive.
  Well, I aint that interested, so Im having a little mooch about,
  you know. I looked above his bed, and theres this sign, right,
  with some weird writing on it. I couldnt read too well at the
  time. I said to my mum, "Mum, whats that say? You know, that sign
  above Daddys head." All right? She said, "Nil by mouth." "Whats
  that, a football score?" One-nil, three-nil, two-nil, a geezer
  called fucking Nil. Yeah. I said, "Well, whats it mean?" She said,
  "It means...”
Mark: It means nothing to eat.
Ray: Yeah, nothing down the... [points into his mouth]
Mark: Nothing down the... Yeah.
Ray: Yeah, all right. I remembered that day, because I couldve put
  that on his fucking tombstone, you know? Because I dont remember
  one kiss, you know, one cuddle. Nothing. I mean, plenty went down,
  not a lot came out, you know, nothing that was any fucking good.
  And Id look at this man that I call Dad, you know? My father, I
  knew him as Dad. He was my fucking dad but he werent like other
  kids dads, you know? It was as if the word itself were enough, and
  it aint.
Mark: That aint when he died though, is it?
Ray: No. He lived another ten years, slippery old cunt. He died one
  afternoon in that fucking armchair. About right. I went around to
  see him, you know, when he was plotted up at me mothers.
Mark: Hatcham Road?
Ray: Yeah, Hatcham Road. He was upstairs in that front bedroom. Laid
  out.
Mark: Free.
Ray: Yeah. Yeah. Ive gone up there, gone in. Im sitting on the bed
  looking at him. Hes laying there like... Mullered. And it was like
  hed shrunk, you know? He was a big man.
Mark: He was a lump.
Ray: Yeah. You should know. You got enough clumps off the cunt.
  (sighs) And I just touched him, you know? He was fucking freezing
  cold. It frightened the life out of me. I was looking at him, you
  know? For the first time in my life, I talked to him. I said, "Why
  didnt you ever love me?"

Pumbaa: Timon?
Timon: Yes?
Pumbaa: Can I sing the next song?
Timon: Sure! As long as you stand by me.
Pumbaa: [Pumbaa is struck by lightning] Fair enough.

Sarah Radcliff: [Sarah, 13 years old, is in the home of an internet
  sex predator] Ok, Id better go.
Dean: [Grabs her arm] No, you need to finish your drink.
Sarah Radcliff: Dan please! What are you doing? Stop!
Dean: Im not going to hurt you...
Charlie Radcliff: [Andrew and Charlie, her father, break through the
  door] Get away from him Sarah!
Dean: Hey Im not doing nothing!
Andrew: You got that right!
Andrew: [Dean grabs a bat and swings at Andrew who ducks. He swings
  again and Andrew merely grabs it] Sit down.
Dean: You cant just bust in here.
Andrew: [Andrew take the bat by the handle and smashes the computer]
  Sit down.

Bruce Kellogg: What do you want?
Laurie Kellogg: Orange Juice.

Alex Wilson: Shut up, lady! You dont know what youre talking about!
Monica: Yes, I do! I absolutely do!
Monica: [starts glowing]
Alex Wilson: Whats going on here?
Monica: God has sent me as an answer to a prayer.
Alex Wilson: What? I didnt say no prayer or nothing!
Monica: Its not your prayer. Its Henrys prayer.
Alex Wilson: What?
Monica: I am an angel, Alex. A messenger sent by God, and an answer
  to Henrys prayer.

Megan Jones: Vicki, youre my best friend. But do you have to start
  the day off by depressing everyone?
Vicki Needleman: She asked me how I was doing. With me, its like
  calling 9-1-1!

Michael Rogers: Those turkeys are frozen! I ordered you to buy
  pre-cooked turkeys.
Samuel "Screech" Powers: I know. But I saved you .95 by purchasing
  frozen turkeys. Theyre cheaper. You know what you can do with that
  extra money?
Michael Rogers: Yes, I could hire a hit man to kill you!