Berenice Hollis: It's not real, James. You're not real.
出自電影《謊畫情人》 的經典對白。
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Berenice Hollis: It's not real, James. You're not real.
James Figueras: You're a thief. Your work belongs to the world, the entire fucking world, and you've stolen it.
Jerome Debney: My mother taught how me to haggle. If you have nothing to lose you must be merciless.
Joseph Cassidy: Anyway, it'd be the end of your fucking career, wouldn't it?
Berenice Hollis: It's not real, James. You're not real.
James Figueras: You're a thief. Your work belongs to the world, the entire fucking world, and you've stolen it.
Jerome Debney: My mother taught how me to haggle. If you have nothing to lose you must be merciless.
Joseph Cassidy: Anyway, it'd be the end of your fucking career, wouldn't it?
Berenice Hollis: Ever wonder when something is just starting, how it's gonna end?
James Figueras: Fuck. Let me be blunt. Art would not exist without criticism.
James Figueras: Scoff all you want. I've been a monk here in Italy. Art my only mistress.
James Figueras: My job is to separate the good lies from the bad ones.
Berenice Hollis: You treat serious things as if they were trivial and trivial things as if they were serious.
James Figueras: Have you got a pen pal, Sugarplum?
Jerome Debney: You've shaved your beard. You must grow it back. It adds character.
Jerome Debney: What power lurks in metaphors.
Berenice Hollis: Lying's easy when you tell the truth.
Berenice Hollis: We gonna dance to this tune again?
Joseph Cassidy: Art can be such a harsh mistress, can't she?
Joseph Cassidy: Suppose you had to sacrifice her to your work.
Jerome Debney: If you are an egg, I hope you'll be careful. Berenice Hollis: Trust me, I'm anything but an egg. Jerome Debney: Do you know the saddest egg of all? The egg that believes it's a stone.
Berenice Hollis: When I got to Italy, I thought, "Why not? Play the whore for a little while. See how it feels." Jerome Debney: And does it suit you? This new mask? Berenice Hollis: Turns out, I'm all right at it. Jerome Debney: You have to be careful, my dear. A mask can be a perilous thing. When I take mine off at night, another waits beneath.
Joseph Cassidy: Can you describe it to me, then? James Figueras: Well, it's - it's kind of hard to describe, to be honest. Joseph Cassidy: Well, it's your bloody job describing pictures, isn't it?
Berenice Hollis: Acting a little strange, boss. James Figueras: How long have you known me? Berenice Hollis: A few days. James Figueras: So how can you possibly say what's strange and what's normal?
James Figueras: Are you interested in art, Ms. Hollis? Berenice Hollis: I just came here for the potato chips.
Joseph Cassidy: I had a terrible stammer when I was a child. Took me years to get over it. James Figueras: I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Joseph Cassidy: A neighbor of mine gave me some advice. Try and sing through the words to help ease their passage.
Berenice Hollis: That's what art's about, isn't it? The truth. James Figueras: No. I mean, pumpkin, if it's just about telling the truth, anybody could do it.
James Figueras: What are you doing this weekend? James Figueras: What? Berenice Hollis: You're supposed to ask me out *before* you fuck me.
James Figueras: Duluth, huh? Thought there was an accent. Berenice Hollis: A Duluth accent? James Figueras: Minnesota. Something weird with the vowels.
Berenice Hollis: Where are you taking me? Jerome Debney: "Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild."
Berenice Hollis: This isn't who you are, Slick. James Figueras: Pumpkin, you haven't the slightest idea who I am.
