Pennies from Heaven (1981)
Jessica Harper: Joan Parker
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Quotes
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Joan Parker : [referring to Arthur's male organ, after discovering he's having an affair] Cut his thing off.
[the detective shows a look of shock and disgust]
Joan Parker : I want them to cut his thing off and bury it!
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Joan Parker : Oh, thank God you've come back.
Arthur Parker : You trying to be funny?
Joan Parker : I thought you'd gone forever.
Arthur Parker : I have. I've gone. What do I get here in that bed of nails?
Joan Parker : I'll try again, Arthur. I'll try harder. I've even - I've even put lipstick on.
Arthur Parker : What do you mean? You always put lipstick on.
Joan Parker : No, I mean, l - I put it on my...
Arthur Parker : What, on your - ? What? On your nipples, Joanie? Have you?
Joan Parker : You said you wanted me to.
Arthur Parker : How'd you know I was coming back tonight?
Joan Parker : I've been putting it on every night, Arthur - hoping, praying that you'd come back to me.
Arthur Parker : Let me see. Show me, angel.
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Arthur Parker : You don't give me a chance. You gotta give me a chance.
Joan Parker : I don't know what you mean, Arthur.
Arthur Parker : [mime singing a song performed by Connee Boswell] If I should wake and find your arms around me, I know I'll never have to dream again, If I should wake and feel your lips surrender to mine...
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Joan Parker : I wouldn't go all that way without breakfast, Arthur. You must eat, sweetie.
Arthur Parker : I like feeling empty.
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Arthur Parker : I'm empty, Joan. Nothin' inside me. Nothin' at all.
Joan Parker : Oh, what, is there not even a song? Not a teeny-weeny little tune?
Arthur Parker : I keep them songs in my bag, not in my heart.
Joan Parker : And in your head.
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Arthur Parker : Honey, I'm a good salesman. I can pick the right songs. Jesus Christ almighty!
Joan Parker : Don't blaspheme, Arthur.
Arthur Parker : Corn to the left of ya, corn to the right - and the storekeepers are dumb and windy as my old granny's asshole.
Joan Parker : Arthur!
Arthur Parker : Well, your hick storekeeper cusses a lot, believe me.
Joan Parker : My daddy didn't. Not ever.
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Arthur Parker : Your daddy used to sing in the church choir. He was more a Christian than a storekeeper. He might overcharge you, but he said his prayers. Honey, he would want you to use that money he left you.
Joan Parker : Money he worked hard for all his life to save for a rainy day?
Arthur Parker : It's raining. Pouring.
Joan Parker : Oh, cheer up, Arthur. You won't sell anything without a smile.
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Arthur Parker : Make me happy, Joan. It'd really be nice, huh? Down here on the floor?
Joan Parker : Arthur!
Arthur Parker : Joan. Joan, look.
Joan Parker : Arthur!
Arthur Parker : I want to show you something, Joan.
Joan Parker : Arthur, it isn't funny. Stop! Arthur!
Arthur Parker : Birds do I! Bees do it! Little birdies in the trees do it! - - Well, it was just a thought.
Joan Parker : A very peculiar thought, Arthur.
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Arthur Parker : Don't you ever listen to the words - in the songs? In these songs?
Joan Parker : That's not real life.
Arthur Parker : Real life? You tell me what real life is. It's a bowl of dog biscuits.
Joan Parker : Well, there's nothing wrong with that, if you're a dog.
Arthur Parker : That's what you want. You want a goddamn poodle! Not a man. Not a real man!
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Arthur Parker : You was listening. All the time. Oh, jeepers, Joanie. What lovely, lovely little rosebuds.
Joan Parker : Are they - ? Are they as nice as hers?
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Arthur Parker : You know, I heard a true story the other day. In a band, a dance band they were - this man and this woman singer, they...
Joan Parker : Arthur.
Arthur Parker : Well, they gave the elevator operator a $20 bill to stop the elevator between floors and turn his back.
Joan Parker : Why?
Arthur Parker : So they could make love in the elevator.
Joan Parker : Well, then they are animals, Arthur, and you know they are.
Arthur Parker : Are they, Joan? Are they?
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Joan Parker : What are you doing, Arthur?
Arthur Parker : I was pretending.
Joan Parker : But what? And why?
Arthur Parker : That I got my own dance band.
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Eileen : [mime singing a song performed by Walter S. Harsh, Gene Merlino, Vern Rowe, Robert Tebow and Al Vescovo] People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing about...
Eileen , Arthur Parker , Joan Parker : Why don't they stop someday, address themselves this way? Why are we here? Where are we going? It's time that we found out, We're not here to stay; we're on a short holiday...
Eileen , Arthur Parker : Life is just a bowl of cherries, Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious...
Eileen , Arthur Parker , Joan Parker : You work, you save, you worry so, But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go...
Eileen , Arthur Parker : So keep repeating it's the berries...
Eileen , Arthur Parker , Joan Parker : The strongest oak must fall...
Joan Parker : Must fall...
Eileen , Arthur Parker , Joan Parker : The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned...
Eileen : So tell me...
Eileen , Arthur Parker , Joan Parker : How can you lose what you've never owned? Life is just a bowl of cherries, So live and laugh at it all...
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The Detective : He was like that?
Joan Parker : How do you mean?
The Detective : I mean, was he disturbed in any way about anything? Was he odd, restless, nuts?
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The Detective : Was he acting strange in any way?
Joan Parker : He made me - wear lipstick.
The Detective : So?
Joan Parker : No. On the - On the - points of my bosom.
The Detective : Oh, well. Well, well that's...
Joan Parker : And - he asked me if I would...
The Detective : No, no, no, Mrs. Parker. Please, please go on.
Joan Parker : If I would stop wearing a certain - garment - a certain - item of underwear.
The Detective : Was this an upper - or the lower garment?
Joan Parker : The lower.
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[first lines]
Arthur Parker : Joan... Joanie? Sugar? C'mon, Joan... sugar... wake up, baby.
Joan Parker : No, Arthur, don't.
Arthur Parker : Oh, baby... come on, sugar.
Joan Parker : No, it's too early, Arthur.
Arthur Parker : Oh, Joan.
Joan Parker : Arthur, there isn't time.
Arthur Parker : Oh, there's always time for this. Joan, come on.
Joan Parker : Stop it, Arthur! No, don't!
Joan Parker : [getting out of bed] No... I said no!
Arthur Parker : Why not? Why not, Joan?
Joan Parker : You said you wanted to get away early; that's what you said.
Arthur Parker : You never want to, do you? Never.
