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Francis (Character)
from The Darjeeling Limited (2007)

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The Darjeeling Limited (2007)
Francis: [Francis and Peter are beating each other up] You don't love me!
Peter: Yes I do!
Jack: I love you too, but I'm gonna mace you in the face!

Francis: [spotting some children crossing a river] Look at these assholes.

[repeated line]
Francis: Let's go have a drink and smoke a cigarette.

Jack: Wouldn't it be great if we heard a train go by in the distance?
Peter: Not really.
Francis: It'd probably be annoying.

Francis: [after Jack comes back from having sex with Rita] Where are the savory snacks?
Jack: What?
Francis: [pause] Did you just fuck that Indian girl?

Francis: Are those Dad's sunglasses?

Francis: Is that Dad's razor?

Francis: Dad's bags aren't gonna make it.

Brendan: Why are your eyes so red?
Francis: Why is your head so bald?

Francis: I guess I've still got a lot of healing to do.
Jack: Gettin' there, though.
Peter: Anyway, it's definitely going to add a lot of character to you.

Francis: Let's get into it!

Jack: I think he's still in mourning.
Francis: Well I probably still am too.

Francis: Let's take a look at the itinerary.
Peter: Fuck the itinerary.

Francis: I only remember certain details, but from what I've been able to reconstruct, it was raining, I was going about 50 miles an hour as I went into a corner, did some wrong steering, wheels went out from me, and suddenly, "Whoo", skidded off the road, slammed into a ditch and got catapulted 50 feet through the air. Little particles of glass and debris were stinging my face as I flew. And for a second, there was just total silence. Just... Then BAM! The bike crashed to the ground, exploded and caught on fire, and then I smashed into the side of a hill with my face. I was driving home. I live alone right now. Anyway, two joggers ran up and started digging out all the dirt that was jammed inside my mouth and my nose and my ears. My brain had stopped, and my heart had stopped, so technically I was dead at this point. They did all the procedures exactly right, as a result of which I'm still alive.
Jack: Boy.
Peter: Wow.
Francis: The first thing I thought of when I woke up was, I wish Peter and Jack were here.

Jack: You wanna read a short story I wrote in France?
Francis: How long is it?
Jack: What?
Francis: How long is it?
Jack: How long is it? Never mind. Forget it.

Peter: You know, maybe right before whenever you're about to take out your tooth, you should say something like, "Please forgive this." Because, actually, it's kind of...
Francis: Can you back away a little? You just spit in my eye.

Peter: I can't believe you just said that.
Francis: Why not? It's the truth.
Jack: He didn't really mean it.
Alice: I think you're all equally grief-stricken. Let's just leave it at that.

Francis: Is that my belt?
Peter: Can I borrow it?

Francis: Those are three thousand dollar loafers!

Francis: Cough syrup? That's a dumb way to get loaded, Jack.

Jack: Which direction did your's go?
Francis: What do you mean?
Jack: Your feathers... mine blew toward the mountains
Francis: That's not right. It's not suppose to get blown away. You're suppose to blow on it then bury it.
Peter: I didn't get that. I still have mine.
Francis: You guys didn't do it right. I asked if you read the instructions. You did it wrong... I tried my hardest. I don't know what to do.
Peter: I don't think Dad would've hated it.

[last lines]
Francis: Let's go get a drink and smoke a cigarette.

Francis: You're the two most important people in the world to me. I've never said that before, but it's true, and I want you both to know it. I love you, Peter
Peter: Thank you.
Francis: I love you, Jack.
Jack: I love you, too.
Francis: How did it get to this? Why haven't we spoken in a year? Let's make an agreement.
Peter: To do what?
Jack: Okay.
Francis: A: I want us be become brothers again like we used to be and for us to find ourselves and bond with each other. Can we agree to that?
Peter: Okay.
Peter: Yeah.
Francis: B. I want us to make this trip a spiritual journey where each of us seek the unknown, and we learn about it. Can we agree to that?
Jack: Sure.
Peter: I guess so.
Francis: C. I want us to be completely open and say yes to everything even if it's shocking and painful. Can we agree to that?"
[Peter and Jack cock their heads and look at each other. Francis simply continues]
Francis: Now, I had Brendan make us an itinerary
Peter: Who's Brendan?
Francis: My new assistant. He's gonna place an updated schedule under our doors every morning of all the spiritual places and temples that we need to see and expedite hotels and transportation and everything.

The Chief Steward: Do you have a prescription for these?
Francis: ...Well, I almost died.

Francis: Any questions?
Peter: I have one. What happened to your face?

Francis: Peter, you can not abandon your wife just because she's pregnant.

Francis: He has this disease where his head is shaved except he doesn't have to shave it because he can't grow any hair in the first place. Don't talk about it around him though. It might offend him.

Francis: Ok. Let's check the next itinerary.
Peter: Fuck the itinerary.

Francis: We're invited to the funeral.