I had been meaning to watch this movie since it first came out because after The Hurt Locker, I had fallen irrevocably in love with Anthony Mackie, yet somehow I didn’t see this movie til a few months ago. It’s still on Netflix, for those who also have been meaning to watch it and haven’t done so yet.
Lionel Logue: Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue!
King George VI: Because I’m angry!
Lionel Logue: Do you know the f-word?
King George VI: F–f–fornication?
Lionel Logue: Oh, Bertie.
King George VI: Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse!
Lionel Logue: Yes. . .
King George VI: Balls, balls. . .
Lionel Logue: . . .you see, not a hesitation!
King George VI: . . .fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and. . .tits.
Jules: I need to say something. It’s no big secret your mom and I are in hell right now, and, uh. . . bottom line is, marriage is hard. It’s really fucking hard. Just two people slogging through the shit, year after year, getting older, changing. It’s a fucking marathon, okay? So, sometimes, you know, you’re together so long, that you just. . .you stop seeing the other person. You just see weird projections of your own junk. Instead of talking to each other, you go off the rails and act grubby and make stupid choices, which is what I did. And I feel sick about it because I love you guys, and I love your mom, and that’s the truth. Sometimes you hurt the ones you love the most. I don’t know why. You know, if I read more Russian novels, then. . . Anyway, I just wanted to say how sorry I am for what I did. I hope you’ll forgive me eventually. Thank you.