William: It's as if I've taken love heroin, and now I can't ever have it again.
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William: It's as if I've taken love heroin, and now I can't ever have it again.
Spike: I knew a girl at school called Pandora. Never got to see her box, though.
Bernie: I'm sorry I am so late. Bollocksed up at work again, I fear. Millions down the drain.
William: I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name. Anna Scott: I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
P.R. Chief: Next question? Yes. You in the pink shirt. William: Uh, right. Miss Scott, are there any circumstances that you and he might be more than just friends. Anna Scott: I hoped that there would be but I've been assured that there's not. William: Yes, but what if... P.R. Chief: I'm sorry. Just the one question. Anna Scott: No. It's alright. You were saying? William: I was just wondering what if this person... Journalist: Thacker. His name is Thacker. William: Right. Thanks. What if, uh, Mr. Thacker realized that he had been a daft prick and got down on his knees and begged you to reconsider if you would... indeed... reconsider. Anna Scott: Yes. I believe I would. William: That's wonderful news. The readers of Horse and Hound will be relieved.
Anna Scott: Wait, what about me? Max: Sorry, you think *you* deserve the brownie? Anna Scott: Well a shot at it at least huh? William: Well, you'll have to fight me for it, this is a very good brownie. Anna Scott: I've been on a diet every day since I was nineteen, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade. I've had a series of not nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. Ah, and every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment. And it's taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this. Honey: Really? Anna Scott: Really. And, one day not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can't act and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while. Max: Nah, nice try gorgeous, but you don't fool anyone. William: Pathetic effort to hog the brownie.
Anna Scott: Rita Hayworth used to say, "They go to bed with Gilda; they wake up with me." William: Who's Gilda? Anna Scott: Her most famous part. Men went to bed with the dream; they didn't like it when they would wake up with the reality. Do you feel that way? William: You are lovelier this morning than you have ever been.
William: Is this your first film? 12-yr-old Actress: Well... actually it's my 22nd! William: Any favorites among the 22? 12-yr-old Actress: Working with Leonardo. William: DaVinci? 12-yr-old Actress: DiCaprio. William: Of course. And is... is he your favorite Italian director?
Bernie: But she said she wanted to go out with you? William: Yes - sort of... Bernie: That's nice. William: What? Bernie: Well, you know, anybody saying they want to go out with you is... pretty great... isn't it...? William: It was sort of sweet actually - I mean, I know she's an actress and all that, so she can deliver a line - but she said that she might be as famous as can be - but also... that she was just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her. William: Oh, sod a dog. I've made the wrong decision, haven't I?
Anna Scott: I can't believe you have that picture on your wall. William: You like Chagall? Anna Scott: I do. It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky. William: With a goat playing the violin. Anna Scott: Yes - happiness isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat.
William: Sorry about the "surreal but nice" comment. Anna Scott: Don't worry, I thought the whole apricot honey thing was the real low point.
Bella: Which way are you going? Max: Down Kensington Church Street, then Knightsbridge, then Hyde Park Corner. Bella: No, crazy, crazy. Go along Bayswater. Honey: That's right. Then Park Lane. Bernie: No, straight down to the Cromwell Road, then left. Max: Stop right there! I will decide the route. All right? William: Sorry Max. Honey: Sorry Max. Max: James Bond never has to put up with this sort of shit.
Keziah: No thanks, I'm a fruitarian. Max: I didn't realize that. William: And, ahm: what exactly is a fruitarian? Keziah: We believe that fruits and vegetables have feelings, so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have already fallen off a tree or bush - that are, in fact, dead already. William: Oh, all right. Interesting stuff. So, these carrots... Keziah: Have been murdered, yes. William: Murdered? Poor carrots. How beastly!
William: I enjoyed the movie very much. I was just wondering, did you ever consider having more horses in it? Anna Scott: Well, we would have liked to. But it was difficult, obviously, being set in space.
Spike: Just going to the kitchen to get some food, then I'm going to tell you a story that will make your balls shrink to the size of raisins. Anna Scott: Probably best not tell anyone about this. William: Right, no one. I mean, I'll tell myself sometimes but - don't worry - I won't believe it.
William: Any horses in that one? Or hounds for that matter; our readers are intrigued by both species. Anna Scott: It takes place on a submarine.
Bella: Do you want to stay? William: Why not? All that awaits me at home is a masturbating Welshman.
Anna Scott: Signed by the author, I see. William: Yes, we couldn't stop him. If you can find an unsigned copy. It's worth an absolute fortune.
Anna Scott: What do you think? William: Gripping. It's not Jane Austen, it's not Henry James but it's gripping. Anna Scott: You think I should do Henry James? William: I think you'd be wonderful in Henry James but this writer - writers, they're pretty good too. Anna Scott: You never get anyone in "Wings of a Dove" saying "Inform the Pentagon we need black star cover!" William: And for me the book is the poorer for it.
Anna Scott: What's so annoying is now I'm so totally fierce when it comes to nudity clauses. William: You have clauses in your contract? Anna Scott: Yeah. "you may show the dent at the top of the artist's buttocks, but neither cheek or if a stunt bottom is being used, artists must have full consultation". William: You have a stunt bottom? Anna Scott: I *could* have a stunt bottom, yes. William: Are people tempted to go for better bottoms than their own? Anna Scott: Well yeah, I would. This is important stuff. William: Hell of a thing to put on your passport, Occupation "Mel Gibson's bottom" Anna Scott: Actually Mel does his own ass work. Well why wouldn't he.
William: Can I ask you why you are wearing that? Spike: Combination of factors. No clean clothes. William: There never will be unless you actually *clean* your clothes. Spike: Vicious circle. And I was rooting around in your things and found this and thought groovy. Kind of... spacy.
William: Please, sod off. Anna Scott: Ok. William: No, no, no! I thought you were someone else. I mean I thought you were Spike, but I'm thrilled you're not.
William: Apart from the American, I've only loved two girls, both absolute disasters. The first one marries me and then leaves me faster than you can say Indiana Jones, and the second one, who seriously ought to have known better, casually marries my best friend. Bella: She still loves you though. William: Yeah, in a depressingly asexual way. Bella: I never fancied you much actually.
William: So how is he? Anna Scott: I don't know. It just got to the point where I couldn't remember any of the reasons why we were together.
Anna Scott: Oh really? So the entire British press got up this morning and said, "I know where Anna Scott is, she's in that house with the blue door, in Notting Hill." And then you go out, in your goddamn underwear... Spike: I went out in my goddamn underwear too.
Spike: Well, isn't this a good opportunity to... slip her one?
