Faye Dunaway: Annie

The Champ

Annie

Ring Doctor: [SPOILER]
[Champ has just died]
Ring Doctor: I'm sorry.
T.J.: [Georgie and Jackie start to cry, TJ is shocked] No! Champ! No! Champ. Is he out? Is he out? What's the matter, Champ? Champ, wake up! Wake up! Wake - wake up!
[kisses his head]
T.J.: Champ, wake up, Champ! Hey, don't sleep now. We got to go home. Got to go home, Champ.
[Georgie collapses into sobs]
T.J.: Georgie. Don't cry. Georgie.
[TJ goes to the doctor]
T.J.: Mister, help me. Wake him up! Wake him!
Ring Doctor: We're all real sorry.
T.J.: Please, wake him up!
Ring Doctor: Let's go outside.
T.J.: No, no! I don't want to! I don't want to!
[runs to Jackie]
T.J.: Jackie! Wake him up! Wake him!
Jackie: TJ, please.
T.J.: I want Champ!
Jackie: TJ...
T.J.: I want Champ!
Jackie: TJ. Please, TJ, listen to me. He's gone. He's gone, son. He's gone.
T.J.: [shakes his head and backs away from Jackie] No. No! He's not gone! He's not! He's not!
Jackie: [Annie comes in, a smile on her face until she sees Champ and Jackie trying to calm TJ] Please.
T.J.: He is not dead! He is not dead! I want Champ!
Jackie: Please, listen to me, son.
T.J.: I want Champ!
Jackie: TJ, please, listen to me!
T.J.: I want Champ! Champ! He is not gone!
Jackie: [he and the doctor try to drag TJ away from Champ] Come on, son. Come on. TJ.
Annie: TJ.
[TJ walks towards her and hugs her, holding on tightly as he sobs]

[Billy just sees Annie after 7 years]
Billy: You know what I told him? I told him that you died, that you were killed in a car wreck. That you were a tramp and we're better off without you. You're dead! Do you understand that? You're dead! The kid's got no mother!
Annie: I am his mother.
Billy: You're dead! He's got no mother!
Annie: I'm here, I am his mother.

Billy: No smoking in the barn area. What do you want?
Annie: T.J.'s Timmy, isn't he?
Billy: Yeah, T.J. is Timmy. So you figured it out, so what? Even a dumb horse knows her own foal.

Annie: The Champ didn't tell you?
T.J.: Tell me what?
Annie: I'm your mother.
T.J.: No, my mother's dead.
Annie: No she's not. You don't live with us, you're not married to Champ.
T.J.: She's a beautiful angel and...
Annie: No! She's not. I'm here and I love you. I love you very much.
T.J.: You don't live with us. You're not married to Champ.
Annie: No. Listen to me T.J. You don't have to live with someone to love them. I love you!
T.J.: Do you love the Champ? Do you? Do you love him? No you're not my mother.
Annie: No.
T.J.: You're not my mother.
Annie: No. No, please, listen to me. It's not that simple! T.J. listen to me.
T.J.: Go away. Please don't touch me. I don't want you, I don't want you!
Annie: Timmy!
T.J.: Go away! Go away! I told you, go away! Go away! Go away! I want Champ! I don't want you. I want the Champ! I want Champ! Champ! I want Champ! I don't want you, I want to go back to the Champ! I want Champ! Get outta here!

Billy: What about my heart! What about my mind! What about me! What about me? Billy Flynn. Me! You know, what about me? I'm real too!
Annie: What's the matter, Billy? What is it?
Billy: You could always come back. We"ll take you back You... We'll give you a second chance.

Annie: The Chanel revolution - gave women a total look for day and evening. And always with her perfect sense of balance and proportion.

Billy: Hey, do you know what? You looked pretty good up there. I couldn't figure out what the hell you were talking about, but you got it across pretty good.
Annie: Billy...
Billy: You're a big shot, now.
Annie: Billy, do you know what? There aren't any big shots.

Annie: The designers of the 30s rediscovered the beauty of the shape of a woman. They returned to languor, sexuality. They gave women a sense of their bodies - and draped them in satin, silk, fur, and filagree, clinging velvet, quantities of costume jewelry, sequined veils, and - feathers.

Annie: Vionnet was the first designer to completely master the art of the bias-cut dress. She created clothes that *clung* to the body and yet moved freely.

Billy: You know, you always did have a head on your shoulders. That's one of the things I liked about you. That you had a head on your shoulders.
Annie: Until I wanted to use it.

Annie: Billy, there are - there are different ways of loving someone. Can't we find our way?

Annie: Come on. I'll help you undress.
T.J.: No. It's okay. The day a man can't take off his own pants - he - he ain't a man.