Under the Cherry Moon (1986)

Kristin Scott Thomas: Mary Sharon

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Quotes 

• Christopher Tracy : I must have that disease, what's the name of it?

  Mary : It's called Stupid.

• Mr. Sharon : You were with that boy.

  Mary : He's not a boy. He's a man.

  Mr. Sharon : He's not a man. He's a gigolo. Do you know what a gigolo is? It's a fancy word for whore.

  Mary : There are many words for whore, and I'm sure you're acquainted with all of them.

• Tricky : Tell me Mary, is it true that you're engaged?

  Mary : Yes.

  Tricky : Tsk, tsk, what a pity. Sometimes life can be so shitty. Here's a girl who's smart and pretty...

  Mary : And rich.

  Tricky : I don't care about that! Honey, I really don't.

• Mary : Remove this peasant from my party! Take his friend, too. I'm having trouble breathing.

  Christopher Tracy : Maybe if you took off your chastity belt, you could breathe a little mo' betta!

• Christopher Tracy : I love you.

  Mary : [angrily]  No, you don't.

  Christopher Tracy : Then I hate you.

  Mary : [more sincerely]  No, you don't.

  Christopher Tracy : Then I love you.

  Mary : Define love.

• Mary : You know, I could breathe a lot easier if the air weren't so utterly polluted by your presence.

• Mary : [Standing in front of everyone naked]  Do you like my birthday suit? I designed it myself!

• Christopher Tracy : [writing something on a napkin]  It's obvious that little Miss Mary has never been off the city block.

  [holds up napkin, which has "Wrecka Stow" written on it] 

  Mary : What is that? Some new language?

  Christopher Tracy : Read it. Do you know what it is?

  Mary : It's nothing, you ninny. And you know it, but you won't confess it because you're such a coward.

  Christopher Tracy : It is something, something you don't know, and you won't confess that because *you're* a coward!

  Mary : This is silly, and you're a child!

  Christopher Tracy : [taunting Mary]  I go to dinner without my father's permission. Now, read it aloud so we can all hear how knowledgeable you are!

  Mary : Wrecka stow.

  Christopher Tracy : [laughs at Mary's pronounciation]  Do you know what it is?

  Mary : Wrecka stow, wrecka stow, it's nothing!

  Christopher Tracy : [laughing]  It is something. Come on, say it again louder.

  Mary : Wrecka stow.

  Christopher Tracy : Louder!

  Mary : Wrecka stow! I give up. What is it?

  Christopher Tracy : If you wanted to buy a Sam Cook a'blum, where would you go?

  Mary : [rolls her eyes]  The wrecka stow.

• Mary : If you don't get out of my house, I'll have my father's guards throw you out!

  Christopher Tracy : Why? 'Cause you ain't bad enough to do it yo'self?

• Mary : [practicing her retort]  "Maybe if you took off your jock strap, you could breathe a little easier!" I should've said that. I should've said, "Chastity belt? You're sadly mistaken, sir. I wear a cestus. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's an embroidered girdle originally worn by Venus, and it inspires love. Perhaps you've heard of love? I doubt it." He's just a peasant. He doesn't even know who Venus is.

• Christopher Tracy : It's no fun to depend on other people for rides.

  Mary : Especially not when you're used to taking them for rides the way you do.

• Christopher Tracy : What do you want from me, Mary?

  Mary : To know what you want from me.

  Christopher Tracy : I want to take you on a trip to the moon.

• Christopher Tracy : You know, I wish your dear father could see us when we kiss. It's a little bit different than it is with your rich boyfriend, ain't it?

  Mary : As a matter of fact, it's not so hot, you bit me once.

  Christopher Tracy : Given the chance, I'd knock the bottom out of them drawers.

  Mary : And your hair's greasy. Do you use cooking oil?

  Christopher Tracy : [imitating Mary]  "Christopher, this is so nice. I've never done it in a piano before".

  Mary : Oh, you're obnoxious!

  Christopher Tracy : You probably real quiet at first.

  [imitating Mary] 

  Christopher Tracy : "Oh, oh." Then you get loud.

  [imitating Mary] 

  Christopher Tracy : "OH! OH". And then you get black.

  [imitating Mary] 

  Christopher Tracy : "Oh shit! Christopher, oh shit! Oh baby! Oh no!"

  [he stops when she starts sobbing] 

  Christopher Tracy : Aw, did I hurt little Mary's feelings? You ain't funky at all. You're just a little old prude. A little rich arty poop.

  Mary : Shut up!

  Christopher Tracy : Jesus Christ. Shut up? I'm calling your daddy this instant.

• Christopher Tracy : Why is your father such a punk?

  Mary : I beg your pardon?

  Christopher Tracy : Why does he shit on so many people?

  Mary : You are a peasant.

  Christopher Tracy : What makes me a peasant? How much money I got, or what's in my heart?