After Hours (I) (1985)
Griffin Dunne: Paul Hackett
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Quotes
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[after witnessing a murder through a window]
Paul Hackett : I'll probably get blamed for that.
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[Paul has no money for a subway token]
Paul Hackett : Couldn't you just give me one token, please?
Subway Attendant : I can't do that. I may lose my job.
[Paul looks around and sees no one else in the station]
Paul Hackett : Well, who would know... exactly?
Subway Attendant : I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone... who knows?
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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 : [on his knees, screaming to the heavens] What do you want from me? What have I done? I'm just a word processor, for Christ sake!
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Street Pickup : Why don't you just go home?
Paul Hackett : Pal, I've been asking myself that all night.
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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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Horst : That was rude of you, before, Paul. You really ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Paul Hackett : I don't know what could have come over me.
Horst : Lack of discipline.
Paul Hackett : Possibly.
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June : Why are you doing this?
Paul Hackett : What?
June : You flirt with me. You share your cigarette with me. You dance with me. You're nice to me. Why are doing this?
Paul Hackett : I want - to live.
Club Berlin Bartender : Okay, sorry folks, we're closin' up.
Paul Hackett : I just...
Club Berlin Bartender : Time to go home.
Paul Hackett : Want to live. Live.
June : Come downstairs with me, Paul. Come on.
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Paul Hackett : Could we have the check?
Coffee Shop Cashier : It's on the house.
Paul Hackett : Really?
Coffee Shop Cashier : Sure. What the hell. Different rules apply when it get's this late. You know what I mean? It's like after hours.
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Tom the Bartender : How about a drink? You look like you could use one.
Paul Hackett : You don't happen to have any powerful aphrodisiacs back there, do you?
Tom the Bartender : She won't put out, huh?
Paul Hackett : No, it's not for her. It's for me. I seem to have gotten myself involved with one of your cocktail waitresses.
Tom the Bartender : Miss Bee Hive 1965.
Paul Hackett : Yes. Don't even ask me how.
Tom the Bartender : So, take off. What's she gonna do? Kill herself?
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Paul Hackett : You wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight. You just, wouldn't believe it.
Gail : Oh, I'm a ice cream vendor - Mr. Softee.
Paul Hackett : What? I - you misunderstood me. I didn't ask what you did for a living. I said, you wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight.
Gail : It's not boring. And I have my own Mr. Softee truck. It's not - it's not boring.
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Paul Hackett : Is Marcy here?
Kiki : She had to go to the all-night drugstore.
Paul Hackett : Is she all right?
Kiki : It's under control.
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Paul Hackett : You have a great body.
Kiki : Yes. Not a lot of scars.
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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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Julie : Do you like The Monkees?
Paul Hackett : What's your name?
Julie : Julie.
Paul Hackett : I'm Paul.
Julie : Rough night, huh, Paul?
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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 : Would you just give me a break? I really just want to go home.
Subway Attendant : I'm sorry. I can't do that. I could lose my job.
Paul Hackett : Well, who would - who would know exactly?
Subway Attendant : I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone, who knows?
Paul Hackett : Would you just give me a god damn token!
Subway Attendant : No, god damn it! I cannot give you a token. Those tokens are a dollar and a half. I can't sell them for 97 cents. We lose money that way.
Paul Hackett : Alright, there's a train! There's a train! Come on, give me a token! Come on!
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Paul Hackett : Why doesn't he have to wait a few minutes?
Club Berlin Bouncer : Tonight is mohawk night. If you had a mohawk, you could go in.
Paul Hackett : [laughs] Oh, come on! We're both adults! Why don't you just let me in?
Club Berlin Bouncer : Do you really want to go inside?
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[Paul is trying to get into a nightclub]
Club Berlin Bouncer : Got any money?
Paul Hackett : Yes I got money. Is that what this is all about, you want money? Why didn't you ask for that in the first place man. Here, it's all I got.
[gives the Bouncer a quarter]
Club Berlin Bouncer : I'll take your money 'cos I don't want you to feel you left anything untried. Now, you keep the quarter...
[gives Paul his quarter back]
Club Berlin Bouncer : ...but you still have to wait a few minutes.
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Paul Hackett : I like that.
Kiki : Do you?
Paul Hackett : Yeah. Very much. It reminds me of that Edvard Munch painting. Was it the, eh, "The Shriek".
Kiki : "The Scream".
Paul Hackett : "The Scream," right.
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Julie : Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo?
Paul Hackett : Yes... yes, I do.
Julie : Then why don't you touch it?
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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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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 : Now what? Incredible. Where the hell is he?
Julie : You know, I live across the street. Would you like a TV dinner?
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Paul Hackett : I don't know what to say. I just, I don't know what to say.
Biker #1 : What can you say? After all, it wasn't your fault.
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Paul Hackett : Excuse me. Could you - it's okay - could you help me? Please help me.
Street Pickup : What do you want me to do?
Paul Hackett : Where do you live? Can you take me - can you take me home?
Street Pickup : There's certain things that I - I - I will not do. I'm telling you in advance.
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Paul Hackett : I'm not a thief. I'm not a thief! Right? I'm not a thief.
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Paul Hackett : I'm having a really - really bad night.
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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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Kiki : You do that all day and your own shoulders get pretty sore.
Paul Hackett : You want a massage?
Kiki : You read my mind. Would you?
Paul Hackett : Sure. I'm not too good at this. I just know a few basic moves.
Kiki : Just make it hurt and you're on the right track.
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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]
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Julie : I'm gonna give you a present.
Paul Hackett : Don't do that. That's really not necessary at all. I mean, I've only known you for, what, an hour.
Julie : No, no, no. You said that you were gonna come back and you did. In these days, that is something to be commended and rewarded. Do you know what this is?
Paul Hackett : No.
Julie : This is a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight. I bought it from a local artist, Kiki Bridges. Did you ever hear of her?
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Paul Hackett : I have had a terrible, terrible night. Do you understand?
Gail : I'm just trying to entertain you.
Paul Hackett : I don't want any entertainment! And, I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry. I am under - oh God, I - I'm unable to get home tonight, you know. I can't get home.
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Street Pickup : I really have to tell you something before we start. I have never done this with a man before and I am a little bit nervous.
Paul Hackett : Can I - can I use your telephone?
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Paul Hackett : My money flew out the window.
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[first lines]
Paul Hackett : [Paul and Lloyd in front of a computer terminal] Alright, punch. Punch it in.
Lloyd : Right.
Paul Hackett : Okay, let's, first of all, refresh the screen here. Alright, and go into "format ruler".
[Lloyd punches at the keyboard]
Paul Hackett : There.
Lloyd : All right. Now, file?
Paul Hackett : Right.
Lloyd : Right?
[presses a key]
Lloyd : And it's in memory?
Paul Hackett : Right. And?
[Lloyd thinks]
Paul Hackett : Mark this down in the prefix...
Lloyd : Right.
Paul Hackett : ...file codes.
Lloyd : Prefix code. Right, right, right.
[Lloyd punches in the code]
Paul Hackett : Good. Yeah, you got it. Another week, you'll have it down.