Monthly Archives: March 2013
Sarah: So, which one are you?
Dean: Oh, did Terry tell you about us? What did he say?
Sarah: He said J.C. was a brilliant surfer, but I know you’re not him. Josh was this really big record producer. . .
Dean: Go on.
Sarah: And Dean. . .
Dean: I can take it.
Sarah: He said you had lots of unfulfilled potential.
Dean: Did he? That’s a very nice way of saying I’m a never done anything fuck-up yob.
Sarah: He didn’t say that.
Dean: Well, he should have done. [beat] You gonna be all right on your own?
Dean: Only I’ve gotta go and fulfill that potential.
Wilma Dean: Bud, Bud. . .I just can’t stand it when you’re mad at me.
Bud: Oh, Deanie, I don’t know what’s the matter with me lately. I’m always losing my temper. You’re the only girl in the world for me, don’t you know that, Deanie?
Wilma Dean: I want to be.
Bud: If it weren’t for you. . .If it weren’t for you, Deanie, I’d. . .I don’t know. . .I. . .
Seth: What did I tell you? What did I say to you? I said, “Buy the road map and leave.”
Richie: What the fuck am I supposed to do, Seth? He recognized us.
Seth: He didn’t recognize shit.
Richie: Seth, I’m telling you, the way he looked at us–you, especially–I knew he knew.
Seth: Low profile. Do you understand the meaning of the words “low profile”?
Richie: “Hey, Richie, how’s your hand?” “It hurts like a fuckin’ son of a bitch!”
Seth: Let me tell you what “low profile” is not.
Richie: “Thanks for askin’!”
Seth: It is not taking girls hostage. It is not shooting police. It is not setting fire to a building.
Richie: Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Frank: Did it ever occur to you, to try to work for a living? Take down your own scores?
Unnamed Detective: OK, fuck this guy.
Urrizi: I’ll tell you something, I’m gonna be on your ass so much, you’re gonna get careless. And on that day I’m gonna be in that place.
Frank: And that, is the last place that you wanna be. ‘Cause no matter what happens, I will never, ever take a pinch from a greasy motherfucker like you.
So I have watched this film every year around Passover for as long as I can remember. I love it dearly. I was lucky enough to see it on the big screen at the Castro Theatre here in San Francisco yesterday in gorgeous restoration (it’s a shame my DVD screencaps below aren’t from the restoration; they pale in comparison to what I saw projected yesterday). The Ten Commandments was the highest grossing film of 1956 and was nominated for seven Academy Awards, winning one: Best Sound, Best Film Editing, Best Color Cinematography, Best Color Art Director, Best Color Costume Design, Best Special Effects (won) and Best Picture. The other films nominated for Best Picture that year were: Friendly Persuasion, Giant, The King and I and winner Around the World in Eighty Days.
Ruth Condomine: If I died, I wonder how long it would be before you married again.
Charles Condomine: You won’t die. You’re not the dying sort.
Ruth Condomine: Neither was Elvira.
Charles Condomine: She was, now l come to think of it. She had a certain ethereal quality. Nobody could call you even remotely ethereal.
Ruth Condomine: Nonsense. She was of the earth, earthy.
Charles Condomine: Yes, well, she is now, anyhow.
Ruth Condomine: That’s the kind of observation that shocks people.
Charles Condomine: Discouraging to think how many are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
Ruth Condomine: Write that down. You might forget it.
Walter Chalmers: The Organization. Several murders. Could do us both a great deal of good.
Bullitt: Look, Chalmers, let’s understand each other. I don’t like you.
Walter Chalmers: Come on now, don’t be naive, Lieutenant. We both know how careers are made. Integrity is something you sell to the public.
Bullitt: You sell whatever you want, but don’t sell it here tonight.
Walter Chalmers: Frank, we must all compromise.