Alan Cowan: Nancy, it's absurd to drink in your condition.
Nancy Cowan: What condition?
Claire: What was that thing you said about Einstein in there?
Raffi: Einstein called time a stubbornly persistant illusion.
Claire: Whats that even mean.
Raffi: Time doesn't go from January to December, or from noon to midnight. You know we all just make it that way in our heads.
Claire: That's absurd! Try telling that to a person who's an hour late to a wedding, or that's just been sentenced to 20 years in jail.
Raffi: Or someone fighting the baby clock.
Dr. Ellis Cheever: What have you eaten? I mean something that didn't come from a vending machine.
Dr. Erin Mears: Taco Bell!
Myrtle 'Tilly' Dunnage: Take your clothes off.
Molly Dunnage: A murderer... and a lesbian.
Gertrude 'Trudy' Pratt: A dress can't change anything.
Myrtle 'Tilly' Dunnage: Watch and learn Gertrude, watch and learn.
Mermagen: D'you know, without your glasses, you don't look half bad.
Hester Wallace: Do you know, without my glasses, nor do you?
Tom Jericho: That makes me feel really stupid.
Hester Wallace: You're not the one with the Kestrel intercepts stuffed down your knickers.
Jack Llewelyn Davies: My name be Nibs the Cutthroat, feared by man and greatly desired by the ladies.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Jack.
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: A word with you, Mr. Barrie, before you go. We'll only be a few minutes.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Boys, why don't you go and play in the garden, go on.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Is he in trouble? Because I've been alone with Grandmother and I know what it's like.
Roddy: Will you please tell these people I'm not involved in this?
Rita: Fine. All right, all right, listen up. This gentleman, he's not from around here.
Roddy: Thank you.
Rita: Just look how nicely he's dressed.
Roddy: Ah, thank you.
Rita: And why? Because he's an international jewel thief.
Roddy: Precisely... What? No, no.
Juliet Hulme: Daddy says the Bible is a load of bunkum.
Pauline Parker: But we're all going to Heaven.
Juliet Hulme: I'm not. I'm going to the Fourth World. It's sort of like Heaven, only better, because there aren't any Christians. It's an absolute paradise of music, art and pure enjoyment.
Pauline Parker: Oh, I wish James Mason would do a religious picture! He'd be perfect as Jesus.
Juliet Hulme: Daddy says the Bible's a load of bunkum.
Pauline Parker: But we're all going to heaven?
Juliet Hulme: I'M not! I'M going to The Fourth World... it's sort of like heaven. Only better, because there aren't any Christians.
Juliet Hulme: All the best people have bad chests and bone diseases. It's all frightfully romantic.
Juliet Hulme: Absolutely not! Orson Welles! Urgh! The most hideous man alive.
Iris: Arthur, I've been going to a therapist for three years and she's never explained anything to me that well. That was brilliant. Brutal, but brilliant.
Iris: You're supposed to be the leading lady in your own life, for God's sake.
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