After Hours (I) (1985)
Rosanna Arquette: Marcy
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Quotes
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Marcy : My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you?
Paul Hackett : "The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah, I've seen it.
Marcy : Well, when we made love, whenever he - you know, when he came, he would just - scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!"
Paul Hackett : Wow.
Marcy : I know. Instead of moaning or saying, "Oh, God" or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.
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Paul Hackett : So, how 'bout that joint?
Marcy : Yeah. Good idea.
[Marcy gives Paul a joint]
Paul Hackett : What type of pot is this?
Marcy : It's Colombian.
Paul Hackett : That's a lie.
Marcy : What?
Paul Hackett : This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot.
Marcy : That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was.
Paul Hackett : Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you. That's shit.
Marcy : Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore.
Paul Hackett : That's horse shit.
Marcy : Are you alright?
Paul Hackett : Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here for in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now!
Marcy : What's the matter?
Paul Hackett : I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up.
Marcy : Right now?
Paul Hackett : Yes, right now!
Marcy : They're in Kiki's bedroom.
Paul Hackett : Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have *anything* to hold them down with!
Marcy : Fine.
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Paul Hackett : Wow, I'm sorry. I guess I'm really puttin' you through the mill tonight, huh?
Marcy : It's okay, I'm used to it.
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Paul Hackett : Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?
Marcy : I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there off the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made any noise, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours.
Paul Hackett : My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy?
Marcy : No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are.
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Paul Hackett : Can I ask you something? I've wanted to ask you this all night. Who's Franklin?
Marcy : Franklin? Franklin is my husband.
Paul Hackett : Really? Is that - his loft, then?
Marcy : He owns it yes.
Paul Hackett : Well, do you live with him?
Marcy : No, he's in Turkey. Look, I stayed with my husband for three days. I was very young when I got married.
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Paul Hackett : Greg called.
Marcy : Oh, how'd that little faggot find out I was staying here tonight? He probably wants to whine to me about his latest boyfriend.
Paul Hackett : Friends like that are hard to deal with sometimes.
Marcy : Well, that's what friends are for!
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Paul Hackett : Which way you headed?
Marcy : Downtown, SoHo.
Paul Hackett : Oh, nice... nice. A loft?
Marcy : Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses.
Paul Hackett : Really...
Marcy : She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one?
Paul Hackett : Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they?
Marcy : I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460.
Paul Hackett : 243-3460.
Marcy : Her name's Kiki Bridges.
Paul Hackett : Kiki Bridges, okay.
Marcy : Nice talkin' to ya.
Paul Hackett : Yeah, great talkin' to you.
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Marcy : I love that book. I love that book.
Paul Hackett : Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah. I think Miller is really great.
Marcy : This is not a book. This is a prolonged insult. A gob of spit in the face of art. A kick in the pants to truth, beauty, God... Something like that.
Paul Hackett : That's very good.
Marcy : Now, that's all I remember.
Paul Hackett : I've read this before. I know, I mean, I know, I was just rereading it. I don't reread books that often; but, I don't know, this one's my favorite. I like it better than "Capricorn" or "Plexus" or "Sexus".
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Marcy : I hope you don't have to get up early tomorrow morning or anything.
Paul Hackett : No. No, I don't.
Marcy : Because I think you're somebody I can really talk to. And tonight I feel like - I feel like I'm gonna let loose or something. I feel like - I feel like something incredible is really gonna happen here!
[laughs]
Marcy : I feel soooo excited. I don't know why? I feel it.
[laughs]
Marcy : I'm glad you came.
[laughs]
