Quotes

The Big Doll House

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Alcott: Hello, Fred.
Fred: Hi!
Alcott: You were looking at me through the window.
[licks her lips]
Alcott: Weren't you?
Fred: No, eh, yeah... I...
Alcott: Did you like what you saw?
Fred: Yeah, but I-I mean...
Alcott: [shows her breasts] Then why don't you take it?
[she brandishes a knife]
Alcott: Come on, lover boy, get to work!
[he tries to kiss her]
Alcott: No time for that stuff!
Fred: Ok.
[he starts to take off his shirt]
Alcott: Not the shirt, stupid. Get it up or I'll cut it off!

Grear: [after letting Harry feel her up in exchange to a smuggled letter Harry said was for her] You son of a bitch! This is for Bodine. You're rotten, Harry! You know why? 'Cos you're a man! All men are *filthy*. All they ever want to do is to *get* at you. For a long time I let them get at me. That's why I'm in this dump! But no more! You hear me? I'm not going to let a man's filthy hands touch me again!

Collier: I shouldn't even be here. My trial was a real joke. Those fucking banana republic cops.

Grear: Here creep, hold this for me.

Grear: Here, honey, you can bed down over here where I can take care of you.

Lucian: Search them - inside and out.

Grear: [smugly summing up new inmate Collier] Green, scared, and pretty.
Alcott: Ho, ho, ho, are we gonna have fun.
Collier: I'm Marne. Marne Collier.
Alcott: "Collier" is a you use around here. I'm Alcott. That's Grear.
[looks up at the top bunk]
Alcott: And Bodine's up there.
Collier: Hello.
[Bodine doesn't deign to answer]
Alcott: And don't try and mess around with her *ever.* Not even Grear messes with Bodine.
[smiles]

Collier: [sitting on her prison cell bunk bed] Don't you want the lower?
Grear: I like being on top.
Alcott: Ho, ho, ho.

Collier: I can dig that.

Harry: [re the far-off smoke rising from the incinerator] Another perfectly good piece of ass going to waste.

Fred: Hey man, you have some - fringe benefits going for you too, huh?
Harry: Oh, hell ya! Some of them ain't been within spittin' distance of a man in years. You know what?
Fred: What?
Harry: They are so horny...
Fred: Yeah?
Harry: Sometimes - late at night - when it's real quiet - you can hear 'em honkin'.

Fred: Hey, hey, did you ever - make it with any of these girls around here man? Huh?
Harry: Not yet, Freddie. There's always a bunch of guards hangin' around. Either that or they're all locked up. One of these days - zap!
Fred: What do you mean - zap? Man, what is that zap?
Harry: Zap! R - A - P - E. Zap!
Fred: Wait a minute, wait a minute. You mean to tell me you're gonna rape one of these girls? With all these guards hangin' around?
Harry: I ain't gonna rape one of them. One of them - is gonna rape me.

Ferina: [cat meows] She say - she want to talk to you. You hear her?
[cat meows]
Collier: What does she say?
Ferina: She say, that nighttime has a lot of surprises.

Harry: Leyte here is the fastest little gunslinger south of Pago Pago.

Grear: You got a man on the outside, honey?
Collier: Not any more. Actually, I'm a widow.
Alcott: And that's why you're here. Right?
Collier: Yeah. He was a very rich, very handsome, playboy, with a black patch over one eye. No, really, it's true. Fernando. HIs father owned half the country. Money like you wouldn't believe. Anyway, I figured a girl could do a lot worse. And naturally he swept me right off my feet. And I ended up in this fantastic pad with a dozen servants. The whole works, right. Just like in a dream. Only there was one very important thing missing.
Alcott: I get it. No action. And then what did you do?
Collier: Well, I caught him making it with one of the servants.
Alcott: The maid?
Collier: The house boy.
Grear: No shit. What did you do?
Collier: Well, what do you think I did? I mean, you know, the house boy looked pretty good to me too. And as a matter of fact, he was. Only Fernando was not as broad minded as I am. So, he decided to kill me. Well, I said the hell with that! So, I went and got his gun, which he used to keep under his pillow, and I put one - right through his patch.

Grear: Your old man really takes good care of you. Don't I, honey?
Harrad: Yeah, Grear. You really do.
Grear: [slaps Harrad's face] And see that you don't forget it!

Alcott: Raphael?
Bodine: The government troops have found his camp. He says that only he and few others made it out alive. He says that they need me. He needs me.
Alcott: Well, it's a high wall and a hard run.

Alcott: They're only interested in political prisoners - like Bodine here.
Collier: What do you mean?
Grear: Her boyfriend is up in the mountains - trying to start a revolution.
Bodine: There already is a revolution!

Alcott: Escape? You're out of your mind. You're never gonna bust out of this place. You'll get yourself killed.
Bodine: Could that be any worse than this? And what about you? You're never gonna see the outside again. Without the possibility of parole - that's what it says.
Alcott: No. Life is always better than certain death.
Bodine: That's were we disagree.

Alcott: You know something, it's not the comforts I miss, like the nice clothes. It's the men. More than anything else. I miss having a man.

Bodine: If you really want to do it, we'll find a way.

Grear: Hand her over, Alcott.
Alcott: I'm not forcin' her.
Grear: [to Collier] Come over here, you little slut!
Bodine: She has a choice.
Grear: Get your ass back here or I'll cave it in!

Alcott: Won't any of you bitches help?

Harry: Best get the lead out your ass, boy, cause if we ain't outta here in a few minutes time, they're liable to lock us in here for the night.
Fred: That wouldn't be such a bad idea, huh?
Harry: It would be if it was just you and me in the cell, Fred.

Alcott: You have to make up your mind one way - or the other.
Bodine: How 'bout you, Collier? Are you in?
Collier: You bet your ass I am.

Collier: What's gonna happen to me if Grear wins?
Harrad: That's Grear's decision.
Collier: You mean I don't even have a choice?
Harrad: You've already sold yourself, Collier. From now on you're just property. How do you like it?

Collier: Why don't you sew up your slimey lips!
Alcott: Oo! You're cute when you're mad. Why don't you go show Grear how cute you are?

Alcott: [Collier walks over and starts to wash Alcott's back in the community shower] Thanks, but, no thanks.
Collier: I don't want to do things for Grear anymore. I'd like to do something for you. I need a friend.
Alcott: Forget it, Collier! I don't take care of anybody and nobody takes care of me. I just watch out for myself. You should do the same.

Fred: You think we're ever gonna get a chance to score in here?
Harry: What are you complainin' about? At least you got a little.
Fred: Yeah. Just about enough to keep me awake at night.
Harry: Let me tell you somethin'. Its a whole lot better than nothin'.

Lucian: Perhaps when you remember more, I will find some heroin powder.

Lucian: I would like to have a private discussion with one of you.
Alcott: We all know what your private discussions are like.

Harrad: You don't want me any more. You want that Collier bitch!

Lucian: I have no heroin powder for you today.
Grear: What are you trying to pull?
Lucian: You have no information. I have no heroin powder.

Harry: Don't let your alligator mouth override your hummingbird ass.

Harry: I know you dig girls.
Grear: I'm not this way because I wanna be. It's this place! Pretty soon a girl gets strange desires and it creeps upon you like a disease. But, it's curable.
Harry: What does it take?
Grear: A real man. Like you.
Harry: Come on, Helen, not through the bars.
Grear: You should be able to get in here at night. You can steal a key from somebody.
Fred: Come on Harry, the guard's coming back.
Grear: There's someone for Fred, too. He can have Harrad.

Harry: Hi, sweet baby.
Grear: Hi ya.
Harry: You want the usual?
[holds up a cigarette pack]
Grear: You wouldn't happen to have some smack stashed in there, would you?

Harrad: When am I gonna get a fix, Grear?

Bodine: Who's the main support in this Big Doll House?

Alcott: Hit it hard, Harry. Get it on!
Harry: Yee-haw!

Alcott: What are we going to do about the doctor?
Collier: Well, I know what I'd like to do with him; but, I don't think we have time.

Dr. Phillips: Maybe you aren't disturbed by cruelty?
Miss Dietrich: Disturbed? I loath it. I loath all inhuman acts!

Harry: Listen. I was readin' in the newspaper, in the foothills, somewhere around Mojave, they got one of them naked communes. Now, you think about that, boy. Hundreds. I mean, hundreds! Beautiful little girls just runnin' around bare-assed.

Lucian: It is very simple, Miss Collier. You tell me about the escape and I release you from this nightmare.

Dr. Phillips: Guards are in the same position as any policeman. They're free to do as they please unless someone watches them closely.
Miss Dietrich: Such people are difficult to supervise; because, they usually watch whoever's watching them.