The Tall Guy

Movie The Tall Guy
Year 1989
[Outside her flat]
Kate: Don't be fooled by the grim exterior. It's a good deal grimmer inside.
Dexter: All these weeks I've been coming here, I've been wanting to ask you something. What I really want to know is... er, what's your name?
Kate: Kate... Lemmon. Horrid name!
Dexter: No, no, not at all. Could have been worse. Could have been called Hitler, Tampon, or something.
Dexter: God take my testicles and fry them up with bacon!
Dexter: How was your day?
Kate: Not great. A nurses's day is always pretty grisly. A woman I was with gave birth to a baby in a lift.
Dexter: Well, that was okay, er?
Kate: It would have been, but her husband slipped on the afterbirth and broke his collarbone.
Dexter: I hope all your children have very small dicks! And that includes the girls!
Ron Anderson: You're both sacked. I give you a week's notice.
Dexter: You can't do that! I demand to talk to the producer.
Ron Anderson: I am the producer.
Dexter: In that case, you can do that but I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of sacking me because I resign!
Ron Anderson: Fine, then you get no severance pay and I sue your arse for breach of contract.
Dexter: In that case I don't resign, you total and utter bastard!
Ron Anderson: [slams the door in Dexter's face]
Dexter: I hope all your children have very small dicks! And that includes the girls!
Dexter: Please? Just dinner? Let me explain: I was a complete, total, utter idiot! I have learned my lesson completely, totally, utterly!
Kate: Just dinner?
Dexter: Promise!
Kate: What? No***at the end?
Dexter: Well, maybe -*** Yes! Alright, if you insist!
Kate: Are you going to walk me home? Or should I just get murdered on my own?
Mary: Well, the only other thing at the moment is a new musical that the RSC are doing.
Dexter: Er, what's it about?
Mary: The Elephant Man.
Dexter: A musical of the Elephant Man? What's it called?
Mary: "Elephant", I think - with an exclamation mark presumably.
Dexter: Pity the poor bastard who has to play the elephant.
Mary: Remember dearest, everyone thought Jesus Christ Superstar was a stupid idea.
Dexter: Jesus Christ Superstar WAS a stupid idea.
Mary: True.
Ron Anderson: Listen, Dexter, is there something troubling you? Something that you would like to talk to someone about?
Dexter: Well, yes, as a matter of fact there is...
Ron Anderson: Then for ***'s sake talk to someone about it, will you? And sort it out before I sack you and hire a lobotomized monkey to play your role. Okay?
Ron Anderson: Sorry I'm so late. Had some rather special guests at my show tonight. Difficult to tell the heir to the throne to bugger off because you've got a party to go to.
Ron Anderson: [to Cyprus Charlie] How dare you improvise, you diminutive Mediterranean moron!
Ron Anderson: What in the name of Judas Iscariot's bumboy is going on?
Ron Anderson: [as he is being tied up by Dexter] What the hell is going on?
Dexter: I'll tell you what's going on - first you waste four years of my life! And then you take the only thing I ever really cared about!
Ron Anderson: Your bicycle?
Dexter: Vengeance shall be mine!




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