Juliette Danielle: Lisa

The Room

Lisa

Claudette: Everything goes wrong all at once. Nobody wants to help me. And I'm dying.
Lisa: You're not dying, mom.
Claudette: I got the results of the test back - I definitely have breast cancer.

Lisa: She's a stupid bitch. She wants to control my life. I'm not going to put up with that. I'm going to do what I want to do, and that's it. What do you think I should do?

Johnny: How dare you talk to me like that!
[pushes Lisa back on the couch]
Johnny: You should tell me everything!
Lisa: I can't talk right now.
Johnny: [sits next to Lisa] Why, Lisa? Why, Lisa? Please talk to me, please! You are part of my life! You are everything! I could not go on without you, Lisa.
Lisa: You're scaring me.
[Lisa gets up, but Johnny also gets up]
Johnny: You're lying! I never hit you! YOU ARE TEARING ME APART, LISA!
Lisa: Why are you so hysterical?
Johnny: [pushes her back onto the couch again] Do you understand life? Do you?

Lisa: Denny, look at me in the eyes and tell the truth. We're your friends.
Denny: I bought some drugs off of him. Things got mixed up. I didn't mean for this to happen!
Lisa: [crying] Denny...
Denny: I don't have them anymore!
Lisa: What kind of drugs, Denny?
Denny: It doesn't matter, I don't have them anymore!
Claudette: It doesn't matter? How in the hell did you get involved with drugs?
Lisa: Mom...
Claudette: What? Were you giving them to him, selling them to him? Where in the hell did you meet that man?
Lisa: [screaming] What kind of drugs do you take?
Denny: It's nothing like that!
Lisa: [screaming] What the hell is wrong with you?
Denny: I just needed some money to pay off some stuff!
Lisa: How much do you have to give him?
Claudette: This is not the way you make money!
Lisa: [screaming] How much?
Denny: [screaming] Stop ganging up on me!
Claudette: Well, it is time somebody ganged up on you for God's sake! A man like that! Where in the hell did you meet a man like that?
Denny: It doesn't matter!
Claudette: It matters a great deal! A man holds a gun on you! You almost got killed and you expect me to forget that happened?
Denny: You're not my fucking mother!
Claudette: [grabs Denny by the shirt] You listen, you little boy!
Lisa: No, stop! No!
[grabs and hugs Denny]
Claudette: Somebody had better do something around here!

Mark: [confused] I mean, the candles, the music, the sexy dress... I mean, what's going on here?
Lisa: I like you very much. Lover... boy.

Lisa: I've lost him, but I still have you, right? Right?
Mark: You don't *have* me. You'll *never* have me. You killed him.
Lisa: Mark, we're free to be together. I love you. I love you!
Mark: Tramp. You killed him; you're the cause of all of this. I don't love you. Get out of my life, you bitch!

[first lines]
Johnny: Hi, babe. I have something for you.
Lisa: What is it?
Johnny: Just a little something.
[Playfully hides a package behind his back, then presents it to Lisa. She opens it and pulls out a red dress]
Lisa: Johnny, it's beautiful. Thank you. Can I try it on now?
Johnny: Sure, it's yours.
Lisa: Wait right here.
[grabs Johnny's tie and kisses him]
Lisa: I'll try it on right now.

Lisa: I just wanted to hear your sexy voice. I keep thinking about your strong hands around my body. It excites me so much.

Johnny: [as Lisa comes down the stairs, changed into the red gown Johnny bought for her as a present earlier on] Wow, you look so sexy, Lisa!
Lisa: [twirls around as she reveals her figure and sways the dress] Isn't it fabulous?

Lisa: I'm fixing the apartment for Johnny's birthday, but I'm really not into it.
Claudette: Oh? Why not?
Lisa: 'Cause I'm in love with Mark, not Johnny. And here I am planning his party.
Claudette: It's not right, Lisa. I still think you should marry Johnny! Now, you can't live on love. You need financial security.
Lisa: But I'm not happy! And he still thinks I'm going to marry him next month. He's a fool.

Chris-R: Hey, Denny.
Denny: Chris-R. I've been lookin' for you.
Chris-R: Yeah, sure you have. You have my money, right?
Denny: Yeah. It's comin'. It'll be here in a few minutes.
Chris-R: What do you mean it's coming, Denny? Where's... my money?
Denny: Okay. Just- Just give me five minutes. Just give me five.
Chris-R: Five minutes? You want five fucking minutes, Denny? You know what? I haven't got five fucking minutes!
[Draws his gun, grabs Denny and pulls him towards the ground]
Chris-R: I'm gonna ask you again, Denny. Where's my money?
Denny: I don't have anything.
Chris-R: Where's my money, Denny? Where's my *fucking* money, Denny? What did you do with my fucking money?
Denny: I swear to God. It's coming.
Chris-R: Where's my fuckin' money, Denny?
Denny: Put the gun down!
[Johnny and Mark arrive, running to Denny to help him]
Chris-R: My fucking money! Where's my fucking money, Denny?
Johnny: What's with this guy?
Chris-R: Get off! You're fuckin' dead, Denny!
Lisa: What's going on here? Somebody help!
Johnny: Let's take him to the police.