Maude: What is your name? Harold: Harold, Harold Chasen. Maude: Oh, how do you do? I'm Dame Marjorie Chardin but you may call me Maude. Harold: How do you do? Nice to meet you. Maude: Well, thank you. I think we're gonna be great friends. Don't you?
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Maude: Harold, *everyone* has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can't let the world judge you too much.
Maude: Oh, Harold... That's *wonderful.* Go and love some more.
Maude: *Don't* get officious. You're not yourself when you're officious - That is the curse of a government job.
Harold: I haven't lived. I've died a few times.
I suppose you think that's very funny, Harold... Oh, dinner at eight, Harold. And do try and be a little more vivacious.
Maude: Consistency is not *really* a human trait.
Maude: Who sends dead flowers to a funeral? It's absurd.
Maude: It's all memorabilia, but incidental and not integral, if you know what I mean.
Harold: During war time, the national suicide rate goes down.
Harold: She took my head... She took my head! I'LL KILL HER!
Harold!... That was your last date!
Mrs. Chasen: She provides the *whole* southwest with chicken feed!
Maude: I ask you though Harold, is it enough?
Maude: I wanna show you my painting. This is "The Rape Of Rome." Over in the corner is "Leda And The Swan", a self-portrait.
Maude: Stroke... palm... caress... explore.
Maude: I like to watch things grow. They - grow and bloom and fade and die and change into something else. Ah, life!
Maude: Isn't it wonderful! All around us, living things.
Mrs. Chasen: "Do you have ups and downs without obvious reason?" That's you, Harold!
Maude: Tell me about yourself. What do you do when you aren't visiting funerals?
Maude: Harold, *everyone* has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can't let the world judge you too much.
Maude: Oh, Harold... That's *wonderful.* Go and love some more.
Harold: I haven't lived. I've died a few times.
Maude: Consistency is not *really* a human trait.
Maude: Who sends dead flowers to a funeral? It's absurd.
Maude: It's all memorabilia, but incidental and not integral, if you know what I mean.
Harold: During war time, the national suicide rate goes down.
Harold: She took my head... She took my head! I'LL KILL HER!
Mrs. Chasen: She provides the *whole* southwest with chicken feed!
Maude: I ask you though Harold, is it enough?
Maude: I wanna show you my painting. This is "The Rape Of Rome." Over in the corner is "Leda And The Swan", a self-portrait.
Maude: Stroke... palm... caress... explore.
Maude: *Don't* get officious. You're not yourself when you're officious - That is the curse of a government job.
Mrs. Chasen: I suppose you think that's very funny, Harold... Oh, dinner at eight, Harold. And do try and be a little more vivacious.
Mrs. Chasen: Harold!... That was your last date!
Maude: I like to watch things grow. They - grow and bloom and fade and die and change into something else. Ah, life!
Maude: Isn't it wonderful! All around us, living things.
Harold: Maude? Maude: Yeah? Harold: Here. Maude: A gift! Maude: "Harold loves Maude."... and Maude loves Harold. This is the nicest gift I've received in years. Harold: Maude: So I'll always know where it is.
Psychiatrist: Tell me, Harold, how many of these, eh, *suicides* have you performed? Harold: An accurate number would be difficult to gauge. Psychiatrist: Well, just give me a rough estimate. Harold: A rough estimate? I'd say Harold: fifteen. Psychiatrist: Fifteen? Harold: That's a rough estimate. Psychiatrist: Were they all done for your mother's benefit? Harold: No. No, I would not say "benefit."
Harold: You hop in any car you want and just drive off? Maude: Well, not any car - I like to keep a variety. I'm always looking for the new experience. Harold: Maybe. Harold: Nevertheless, I think you're upsetting people. I don't know if that's right. Maude: Well, if some people get upset because they feel they have a hold on some things, I'm merely acting as a gentle reminder: here today, gone tomorrow, so don't get attached to things *now.* With *that* in mind, I'm not against collecting stuff.
Maude: That was fun! Let's play something together. Harold: I don't play anything. Maude: Nothing? Dear me, everybody should be able to make some music. That's the cosmic dance.
Harold: He's following us. Maude: Is he? Police always want to play games!
Harold: This is definitely a new experience for me. Maude: Oh, wonderful! Try something new each day. After all, we're given life to find it out. It doesn't last forever.
Harold: I had the most wonderful day today - and - you're very beautiful. Maude: Oh, Harold - you make me feel like a schoolgirl.
Harold: Would you like a cigarette? Sunshine Doré: No, thank you. They stain my fingers.
Maude: What is your name? Harold: Harold, Harold Chasen. Maude: Oh, how do you do? I'm Dame Marjorie Chardin but you may call me Maude. Harold: How do you do? Nice to meet you. Maude: Well, thank you. I think we're gonna be great friends. Don't you?
Harold: I love you, Maude. Maude: Oh, Harold... That's *wonderful.* Go and love some more.
Maude: Tell me about yourself. What do you do when you aren't visiting funerals?
