Quotes

Zandalee

Johnny: I think money's an excuse for a lack of art, anyway. I don't care who you are, Donald Trump, who the hell! Without *creativity,* without *life,* then you are truly unable to go *straight up*
[holds up index finger and scoffs]
Johnny: the devil's ass, look him in the face, and smile. And survive!

Johnny: When I'm inside you. I feel lost at the edge of the universe. Travelling, exploring. Roll over on your stomach. And we'll fuck like animals. In the altar of the primal.

Zandalee: [to Thierry, while having sex for the first time in months] See, all our parts work.

OPP Man: Nothin's as good as they say it is, not even ME and I can do something pretty awful good.

Johnny: Why is it that the Baptist have all the women and no booze, and the Catholics have all the booze and no women?

Thierry Martin: Who among us can withstand the wild pain of love's demand? It brings to us its blunt decree. Leave deceit or leave with me. And we who listen, what do we say?

Louis Medina: Some people escape God's eye. Conscience is the sole arbiter of the individual.

Louis Medina: It is not the ring that gives soul to honor, it is heart. An unswerving heart.

Thierry Martin: If you compromise your honor, you lose everything, and God help you then.

Tatta: The longer you look at the problems, the bigger they get. That's true for the solutions, too.

Thierry Martin: But sorry's gonna get us but a pool of tears and a box of Kleenex.

Thierry Martin: [to the burly bartender:] Jack, hit me for the road, my friend. And judgin' by your size, I mean figuratively speakin' to us. A gentlemen politely holds his say in polite company except when honor is a stake and then it's to the proverbial duellin' oak. Honor. Honor. Who cares? Lies and manipulation, these are the duellin' blades of the day, Jack.

OPP Man: It's like I always say, be careful what you want, you might just get it. Speak it once in the heart and amen, hallelujah, it's there. That's a religious heart-of-fact.

Johnny: When I go in my kitchen to make toast. I smell your skin. I can't get you out of me.

Barker: What is the Lord? Where is He hiding and why can't I see Him inside? So I ask you Are you tired of searching for God? Well, he's not wearing Levi 501's.

Thierry Martin: [quotes] "Western wind, when will thou blow? The small rain down can rain. Christ, that my love were in my arms and I'm in my bed again."
[sits up]
Thierry Martin: Remember that?
Zandalee: You only know how to talk. You don't know how to fuck. Sorry.
Thierry Martin: I'm sorry too. But sorry's gonna get us but a pool of tears and a box of Kleenex.

Gerri: [in dress shop, all campy, in drag] I'm gonna be the belle of my sweetheart's balls!
Zandalee: You're disgusting!
Gerri: And you love me for it!

Gerri: [as Zandalee is about to kiss random stranger in night club] Girl, you better check his donor card if you wanna do that!

Johnny: [has Zandalee up against the railing] You know what I like? I like it when you don't wear anything under.
[down slips her panty]

Tatta: [excusing herself from the company of young ones] Well, I'm going to... let the three of you... put the moon to bed.

Johnny: [sighs] I'm not some dumb coon-ass you can mess with, you understand?
Zandalee: Fine.
[with disdain:]
Zandalee: You be whatever you wanna be. But I know what you really are.
Johnny: And what is that?
Zandalee: Nothing but a dumb coon-ass prick!
Johnny: [as Tatta laughs next door] Take me. Take my dumb coon-ass prick inside of you... with your husband in the next room. Can you do that?
Zandalee: Yes.
[sinks down to her knees in front of him]

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What is the French language plot outline for Zandalee (1991)?