- Justine: The earth is evil. We don't need to grieve for it.
- Claire: What?
- Justine: Nobody will miss it.
- Claire: But where would Leo grow?
- Justine: All I know is, life on earth is evil.
- Claire: Then maybe life somewhere else.
- Justine: But there isn't.
- Claire: How do you know?
- Justine: Because I know things.
- Claire: Oh yes, you always imagined you did.
- Justine: I know we're alone.
- Claire: I don't think you know that at all.
- Justine: 678. The bean lottery. Nobody guessed the amount of beans in the bottle.
- Claire: No, that's right.
- Justine: But I know. 678.
- Claire: Well, perhaps. But what does that prove?
- Justine: That I know things. And when I say we're alone, we're alone. Life is only on earth, and not for long.
- John: You'd better be goddamn happy.
- Justine: Yes, I should be. I really should be.
- John: Do you have any idea how much this party cost me? A ballpark figure?
- Justine: No. I don't. Should I?
- John: Yes, I think you should. A great deal of money. A huge amount of money. In fact for most people, an arm and a leg.
- Justine: I hope you feel it's well spent.
- John: Well, that depends whether or not we have a deal.
- Justine: A deal?
- John: Yes, a deal. That you be happy.
- Justine: Yes, of course. Of course we have a deal.
- Justine: I was just thinking - what if instead we try and sell you to the public, Jack? Well then, surprisingly, I'd arrive right back where I started from - at nothing.
- Tim: "Nothing." It's not such a bad tagline, Jack.
- Jack: Would my newly pledged A.D. please expand a little on her thoughts of the tagline?
- Justine: Nothing is too much for you, Jack. I hate you and your firm so deeply I couldn't find the words to describe it. You are a despicable power-hungry little man, Jack.
- Jack: Is that a resignation? Because they aren't too many jobs out there, I tell you.
- John: Those bitches have locked themselves in their bedrooms and now they're taking a bath. Is everybody in your family stark raving mad?
- Justine: You want us to gather on your terrace, to sing a song, have a glass of wine, the three of us?
- Claire: Yes. That would make me happy.
- Justine: Do you know what I think of your plan?
- Claire: No. I was hoping that you might like it.
- Justine: I think it's a piece of shit.
- Claire: Justine. please. I just want it to be nice.
- Justine: Nice? Why don't we meet on the fuckin' toilet?
- Claire: Then, let's not.
- Justine: You're damn right let's not!
- Claire: Sometimes I hate you so much, Justine.
- Justine: I'm trudging through this grey wooly yawn. It's curling into my legs, it's really heavy to drag alone.
- [first lines]
- Michael: Sir. Eh...
- [looking backward]
- Michael: Yeah, you're good. You can back up a little more, if you want. I think you need the... I think you need that extra...
- Justine: [laughing] I don't think he can hear you.
- Michael: Sir. Sir, can you hear me up there?
- [fiddling with controls]
- Michael: Do you copy, sailor? He's in a different county, I think that's...
- Justine: [laughing]
- Leo: [reading] It is a planet that has been hiding behind the Sun. Now it passes by us. It's called flyby.
- John: Melancholia is just gonna pass right in front of us. And it's gonna be the most beautiful sight ever.
- John: I would like to raise a toast. To life.
- Claire: To life? What do you mean, to life? You said it was going to be okay.
- John: Well, there was no sense in alarming everybody.
- Claire: So, you're saying that our lives were in danger?
- John: No, I was saying - No. I was saying that when dealing with science and calculations of this magnitude, you have to account for a margin of error. That's all - that's all I'm saying.