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Paris, Texas
I wanted to see him so bad that I didn't even dare imagine him anymore.
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The Neon Demon
I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't write... no real talent. But I'm pretty, and I can make money off pretty.
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Day for Night
Making a film is like a stagecoach ride in the old west. When you start, you are hoping for a pleasant trip. By the halfway point, you just hope to survive.
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Bring Out the Dead
Saving someone's life is like falling in love. The best drug in the world. For days, sometimes weeks afterwards, you walk the streets, making infinite whatever you see. Once, for a few weeks, I couldn't feel the earth - everything I touched became lighter. Horns played in my shoes. Flowers fell from my pockets. You wonder if you've become immortal, as if you've saved your own life as well. God has passed through you. Why deny it, that for a moment there - why deny that for a moment there, God was you?
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Contempt
Jerry, don't forget. The gods have not created man. Man has created gods.
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Columbus
You grow up around something, and it feels like nothing.
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Manhattan
I don't get angry. Okay? I mean, I have a tendency to internalize. I can't express anger. That's one of the problems I have. I grow a tumor instead.
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Past Lives
What if this is a past life as well, and we are already something else to each other in our next life? Who do you think we are then?
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Le Trou
He's an expert, greatly in demand. He had to hide to sleep alone.
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The Lineup
I'm personally very pleased with your decision because in my profession there's one thing I dislike and that's hearing someone's last words.
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Thelma & Louise
That guy was hurting me. If you hadn't come out when you did, he would've hurt me a lot worse. And probably nothing would've happened to him 'cause everybody did see me dancin' with him all night. They would've made out like I'd asked for it. My life would've been ruined a whole lot worse than it is now. At least now I'm havin' some fun. And I'm not sorry that son of a bitch is dead. I'm just sorry it was you that did it and not me.
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One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Get out of my way son, you're usin' my oxygen.
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L'Avventura
Why should we be here talking, arguing? Believe me, Anna, words are more and more pointless. They create misunderstandings.
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Maborosi
It's harder to say goodbye if we keep postponing it.
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