This Must Be the Place

anashulick:

„Это кино, которое протягивает лапу, аккуратно засовывает её вам в брюхо, медленно сжимает солнечное сплетение и не отпускает. Помните, как на качелях, или в воздушной яме в самолете?
Вот так же, только не на секунду со спасительным вздохом потом.”

& Steven: Listen, if you produce it you could have you say about everything. Except the name of the group that is not negotiable.
    Cheyenne: What do you call yourselves?
    Steven: „The Pieces of Shit”.
    Cheyenne: This is... a really good choice.
    Steven: Fuckin’ right it is, yeah. It took us six months to come up with that. Besides, it’s exactly the right name for this moment in history.

& Cheyenne: How do you manage to get all these women? If you think about it, you are not handsome, you are not smart. Instead you’re evasive, and egocentric, and you sweat like a pig. So what makes you so fuckin’ special?
    Jeffery: Special? No, no. Nothing. But I’ve got two things that most other men don’t have. I’ve got curiosity... and time, you see? So I... I dedicate a whole lot of time to women, you know, and in the end that will seduce them. I am beside them all the time. Through the six months you have the every fuckin’ day. Do you understand? And they don’t cave in because they’re so exhausted, huh, they cave in because they didn’t believe they were worth all that fun, do you get it?
    Cheyenne: Pretty much. And the curiosity part?
    Jeffery: The curiosity is the fire that keeps you going for six months straight.

& Cheyenne: Rock stars shouldn’t have kids, as you run the risk that your daughter becomes a wrecky stylist.

& Desmond: Why isn’t there any water in your pool?
    Cheyenne: I don’t know. No one ever filled it... Well, as a matter of fact... Jane and I play bare hand Pelota in it. And Pelota is more fun than swimming.

& Desmond: I have never succeeded with Mary. I really fancy her.
    Cheyenne: The secret is time, Desmond. Spend time with her. All the time she needs. Then she’ll come around. you’ll see. That’s what wins women over, and makes them feel safe.

& Cheyenne: I think I’m at time depressed.
    Jane: I think a man who does that with his wife for 35 years as if for the first time is not depressed. Maybe you are confusing depression with boredom...

& Jane: Come back to me soon. You know I can't live without your.
    Cheyenne: That's not true, but it's kind of you to say.

& Cheyenne: The brand doesn’t matter. If you want it stay in power, you have to put a thin layer of face powder on your lips first. That’s the secret. Then your lipstick will last all day.

& Midler: You know about the Holocaust?
    Cheyenne: In a general sort of way.
    Midler: And your father? Did you know your father?
    Cheyenne: In a general sort of way.
    Midler: Where the fuck have you been living all this time?!

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& Tattooed Guy: I make tattoos for a living.
    Cheyenne: That must be a good job.
    Tattooed Guy: Not a job. It’s an art.
    Cheyenne: Have you noticed how nobody works anymore... and everybody does something artistic?

& Dorothy: Would you like to kill me, dear?
    Cheyenne: No ma’am. Why would I want to do that?

& Rachel: No shit. Now I remember you. You sang with Mick Jagger once.
    Cheyenne: I know him. He’s a good singer. I like the way he dances.

& Rachel: I think your cheeseburger is a bit too well done. You don’t mind, do ya? Unfortunately, it’s life.
    Cheyenne: You know what the problem is, Rachel?.. Without realizing it, we go from an age where we say „My life will be that too” to an age where we say „That’ life.”

& Jimmy: Hey man, I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose. I’m sorry, really. We will be more careful.
    Cheyenne: It’s not a question of being careful. It’s a question of knowing how to play ping-pong.

& Jimmy: That’s not fair! I was distracted.
    Cheyenne: This is a common problem with all the youth... distraction. Don’t forget to leave a tip.

& Rachel: No, I’m not that kind of girl.
    Cheyenne: I’m not that kind of boy.

& Rachel: What did you do when you’re in my age? Other than playing music?
    Cheyenne: Sniffing heroin.
    Rachel: You didn’t shoot that?
    Cheyenne: I’m afraid of needles.
    Rachel: Fear saves us every time.
    Cheyenne: Every time..... But you have to choose a moment in your life, even one, to not be afraid.
    Rachel: And have you chosen that moment?
    Cheyenne: Yeah... This one.

& Cheyenne: When you’re a kid, it’s very hard to back off from your decisions.

& Rachel: It’s better late than never.
    Cheyenne: That’s not true, late is late!

& Rachel: We also have the biggest pistachio in the world here. It’s a sculpture. It’s even in the Guinness Book of Records.
    Cheyenne: And the littlest one, where is that?

& Cheyenne: What do you want me to play?
    Tommy: „This Must Be The Place” by Arcade Fire.
    Cheyenne: Nonsense, „This Must Be The Place” is by the Talking Heads.
    Tommy: No, it’s by Arcade Fire.
    Cheyenne: Trust me, you’re delusional. „This Must Be The Place” is by the Talking Heads. Arcade Fire merely did the cover.
    Tommy: Oh.

& Cheyenne’s Father: There are many ways of dying, the worst of them... is to continue living.

& Jane: What are you doing? Are you... Aren’t you trying to find yourself or something?
    Cheyenne: No Jane... I’m not trying to find myself. I’m in New Mexico, not India.

& Gun Shopkeeper: What sort of weapon are you interested in?
    Cheyenne: One that hurts.

& Gun Shop Customer: That pistol here lets you shoot to kill with precision from 250 feet. And it doesn’t just give you the satisfaction of the kill, it lets you kill with impunity, which is all different ball game. Believe me, it’s an extraordinary thing to kill with impunity. A rare shift in perspective in a human being’s lifestyle. If we’re licensed to be monsters, we end up having just one desire... truly being monsters.

& Plath: Are you... uh... traveling?
    Cheyenne: Sight-seeing.
    Plath: Oh, what exactly is the difference?
    Cheyenne: I don’t know exactly the difference. But I always thought that travelers were pain in the ass.

& Midler: Pack your beauty case. We get out of here.
    Cheyenne: Where are we going?
    Midler: To the end of life, exactly where your friend is.

& Cheyenne: I was seven years old, I saw the numbers on my father’s forearm and I asked him what they were and he said...
    Midler: I guess he said, I’m quoting, “that’s our telephone number.” That’s why Jews always dial the wrong number.

& Midler: This place makes me feel so good. The mountains make me feel at peace with the world. You know. It’s like putting on a necktie.

& Midler: Can you even use that pistol?
    Cheyenne: How the fuck did you know I had a pistol?
    Midler: Because I know. Because I’ve been at war all my life. Never ends.

& Aloise Lange: One. Imitation. Hitler had a private study, 2,000 square feet. But he kept telling his architect it was too small. Goering built a house just like Hitler’s. Himmler would have like to have a house just like Goering’s. Bormann would have like to have a house just like Himmler’s if Himmler had managed to build one like Goering’s. Everybody imitated anybody everybody. Everybody but the Jews. They didn’t imitate anyone.
            Two. Humiliation. {...} I don’t remember what, however, but I threatened that the German shepherd tear him to pieces. The dog growled at him. He was so scared... he peed in his pants. And I... burst out laughing. That’s what happened. That was his humiliation. Compared to the horrors of Auschwitz, was nothing. But your father never forgot it. {...} I hated your father because his obsession for me made my life impossible. But I have to say... that he completely won me over. The unrelenting beauty of revenge. The entire life dedicated to avenging a humiliation. That’s what we call perseverance. Greatness even.
            Three. Theft. {...} Everyone, absolutely everyone, of their youth was stolen of them. Everyone, absolutely everyone... On the other side of the barbed wire, we too... we too looked at the snow. And... and God... God is like... God is... God... Never mind. I can’t remember anymore.

& Cheyenne: Something’s not quite right here. I’m not sure what exactly. But something.

& Midler: Listen, I have to tell you something. Your father loved you.
    Cheyenne: How do you know that?
    Midler: He told me.
    Cheyenne: That’s not true, but it’s nice of you to say.

& Cheyenne’s Father: When during the inferno, we too from the other side of the barbed wire... we too looked at the snow... and at God. That’s how God is... an infant in a stupefying form. Beautiful, lazy, and still with no desire to do anything, like certain women who, when we were boys, we only dared dream about.

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