Romance & Cigarettes (2005)

Susan Sarandon: Kitty Kane

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• Kitty Kane : What am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing.

  Cousin Bo : Who knows what anybody's doing? Some people fear the Lord. I fear women.

  Kitty Kane : What really happened - between you and Roe?

  Cousin Bo : Roe - was my first love. I traced her name in cow shit. She was my first, my last, my everything.

  Kitty Kane : Was it - um - true? I mean that, you had...?

  Cousin Bo : What?

  Kitty Kane : Um, trouble.

  Cousin Bo : Only with Roe. With other chicks, I'm Barry White. I go to the meat market. I'm in and out like car service.

• Kitty Kane : [reading from a piece of paper]  "If God's gift of grace, Or the light on your face, Could make me forget, Your vagina is wet."

  Nick Murder : Let me see that.

  Kitty Kane : "To Tula, my Tula, my red flower of love."

  Nick Murder : What are you, a private dick?

  Kitty Kane : How different could it be, huh? It's just a hole.

  Nick Murder : You can't incriminate a man over some words.

  Kitty Kane : What do you think you're gonna find there? Peanuts?

  Nick Murder : It's poetry!

• Kitty Kane : You two must think I'm the cucumber in the gardener's ass.

• Cousin Bo : We got the address. No last name. Find the love shack. You got a weapon?

  [Kitty holds up a pen knife] 

  Cousin Bo : Maybe we should stop. Get somethin' bigger.

  Kitty Kane : I don't need somethin' bigger.

• Constance : What's going on, Mom?

  Kitty Kane : Oh, your father went on a beaver diet!

• Kitty Kane : Every day you'll wake up alone.

  Nick Murder : You don't even like me anymore, do you?

  Kitty Kane : I hate you with all the hate that you can hate with!

• Kitty Kane : Oh, it's poetry. Well, I'm gonna give you some fucking poetry: Pink motels, White thighs, Deep fried, Shake it, Bake it, Rotate it, Swollen heads, Busted beds, Empty lots, Dirty red twats.

  Nick Murder : You just made that up?

  Kitty Kane : I'm deep.

• Kitty Kane : You whoremaster. You...

  Nick Murder : No.

  Kitty Kane : Whoremaster. I smoked your ass out. You two-faced Judas!

  Nick Murder : I am not a whoremaster! My brothers, they're the whoremasters! Not me!

  Kitty Kane : Ever since you grew that filthy little moustache!

  Nick Murder : I am not a whoremaster!

  Kitty Kane : Preening in the mirror like Maria Callas! "Put the cologne all over my back, sweetie." I cook you chicken, fish, no butter low-cal this, low-cal that. I trim your nose hairs, you fuck!

  Nick Murder : I swear on my father's grave, okay?

  Kitty Kane : Oh, another whoremaster!

• Nick Murder : I saw her coming out of the loo at her crazy sister's apartment. She had this headful of wet hair and was wearing a soft, cream-coloured terry cloth robe. So I asked her. I need to borrow a piece of luggage.

  Kitty Kane : You shacking up?

  Nick Murder : Ah, ain't nothing wrong with sex.

  Kitty Kane : You have big ones, buster.

  Nick Murder : Yeah. Dinosaur balls.

  Kitty Kane : I'm from Brooklyn. Boys don't talk to girls like that in Brooklyn.

• Gracie : You've been wronged. I feel it. You don't have to tell me anything. I have never met one man who was faithful.

  Kitty Kane : You've only been with one man, Grace.

• Kitty Kane : He's been married four times. Four times, Gracie, since he left you.

  Kumar : Mickey Rooney was married eight times!

  Police Officer : I don't care! I love Chester!

• Kitty Kane : [singing]  Didn't I make you feel, Like you were the only man? Didn't I give you everything a woman possibly can? But with all the love I give you, It's never enough, I'm gonna show you, baby, That a woman can be tough, So come on, come on, Come on, come on, Take it, Take another little piece of my heart now, baby... .

• Kitty Kane : Men. They blow smoke up your ass, make you pregnant, then go hunt for new snapper.

• Baby : I'm in love, Ma.

  Kitty Kane : Love is the vaguest word in the human vocabulary.

• Kitty Kane : Get a life and then do love. Don't throw your dreams into the never-never. Life doesn't give you second chances.

• Kitty Kane : I know your tragedy.

  Tula : What tragedy?

  Kitty Kane : You got a loose one.

  Tula : Loose what?

  Kitty Kane : Pussy.

  Tula : Fuck you! What did you say?

  Kitty Kane : Wide fuckin' shores.

• Kitty Kane : What is it with men, huh? They think they can just whip their schlongs out whenever they want, just in broad daylight, for the whole world to see them?

• Kitty Kane : You know, a long time ago women didn't wear underwear if they were well-bred. Only prostitutes wore panties.

  Tula : Right. I didn't know that.

  Kitty Kane : Well, now you know.

  Tula : Right.

• Fruitman : You got one beautiful pair of little hills there, lady.

  Kitty Kane : What?

  Fruitman : I watch you like dessert. Bending over in them tight little clamdiggers. Feeling the tomatoes. Squeezing them. Full moons. Grand, wide open cans. Oh, woman's ass! Roundly defeating man's in every class!