Under Fire (1983)
Joanna Cassidy: Claire
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Quotes
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Woman in refugee camp : [looking at picture of dead Alex Grazier on TV] Did you know the man who was killed?
Claire : [she nods 'yes']
Woman in refugee camp : Fifty thousand Nicaraguans have died and now a Yankee. Perhaps now America will be outraged at what has happened here.
Claire : Perhaps they will.
Woman in refugee camp : Maybe we should have killed an American journalist fifty years ago.
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Claire : You chose the wrong side.
Marcel Jazy : In twenty years we shall know who's right.
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Alex Grazier : [looking at his face in a mirror] You were right. Everybody was right.
Claire : About what?
Alex Grazier : These cheekbones. What do you think of them?
Claire : I like your cheekbones, Alex. Is there anything the matter?
Alex Grazier : It's a face made for television.
Claire : [slightly taken aback] You mean you decided to go with the Network?
Alex Grazier : Yeah... They're gonna' give me 10 grand a week to read the news. I'll be in 60 million homes every night. When I take a breath, all of America will take a breath. When my voice trembles, all of America will tremble. I'm gonna' be a star. My vocal inflection will be more important than who controls Congress.
Claire : [grinning] And your name will become a household word.
Alex Grazier : [grinning] Yeah, I'll become a household word.
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Claire : [He and Claire are at a camp where Rafael is supposedly holed up] What is it?
Russell Price : Rafael is dead. I can smell it.
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Alex Grazier : [indicating Russell] I left this country because of this man. I came back because of this man. Now the cutest couple in town has got me lookin' up a horse's ass, on a midnight tour of Managua. What's goin' on?
Claire : [long pause] Rafael is dead.
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Claire : You're going to love this war...
Russell Price : Hmmm.
Claire : Good guys, bad guys and cheap shrimp.
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Claire : Did you dream about Miss Panama last night?
Russell Price : No, I dreamed about you.
Claire : Have a good time?
Russell Price : Yeah, and you did too!
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Hub Kittle : [glibly offering condolences to Claire over Alex's death] Jesus Christ, Claire, a human tragedy. What can I say?
Claire : [angrily brushes past him] Fuck off, Hub.