Educating Rita (1983)
[Trish has just tried to kill herself; Rita goes to visit her in hospital]
Trish: Darling, why not?
Rita: Oh, Trish, don't. Come on, it's all right, don't cry. You're still here.
Trish: That's why I'm crying - it didn't work. It didn't bloody work.
Rita: Trish. Look, you didn't really mean to kill yourself. You were just...
Trish: Just what, darling? Poor Susan. You think you've got everything, don't you?
Rita: Trish, you have.
Trish: Oh yes. When I listen to poetry and music, then I can live. You see, darling, the rest of the time it's just me. And that's not enough.
Rita: Christ! My customer! She only come in for a demi-wave, she'll come out looking like a flippin' muppet!
[first words to Rita as she opens the door of her flat]
Trish: Wouldn't you just *die* without Mahler?
Brian: Yes, well, apparently you were a little... drunk at your tutorial today.
Dr. Frank Bryant: No.
Dr. Frank Bryant: No. I was a lot drunk.
Brian: Oh, Frank, why do you do it? When you've got... well, what haven't you got?
Dr. Frank Bryant: A drink at the moment.
Dr. Frank Bryant: Found a culture, have you Rita? Found a better song to sing? No, you found a different song to sing, and on your lips it's shrill and hollow and tuneless.
Dr. Frank Bryant: Did you know that Macbeth was a maggoty apple? Not many people know that!
[Frank has just been officially reprimanded for being drunk while giving a lecture]
Dr. Frank Bryant: Sod them, eh, Rita! Sod them!
Rita: Will they sack you?
Dr. Frank Bryant: Good God no. That would involve making a decision. Pissed is all right. To get the sack, it would have to be rape on a grand scale. And not just with students, either. That would only amount to a slight misdemeanour. No, for dismissal it would have to be nothing less than buggering the Bursar.
[Rita discovers Frank packing all his books into crates]
Rita: Have they sacked you?
Dr. Frank Bryant: I made rather a night of it last night so they're giving me a holiday. Two years in Australia.
Rita: Did you bugger the Bursar?
Dr. Frank Bryant: Metaphorically.
Collins: Doctor Bryant, I don't think you're listening to me.
Dr. Frank Bryant: Mr Collins, I don't think you're saying anything to me.
Collins: Doctor, are you drunk?
Dr. Frank Bryant: Drunk? Of course I'm drunk. You don't really expect me to teach this when I'm sober.
Collins: [angrily bundling his books together] Then you won't mind if I leave your tutorial.
Dr. Frank Bryant: Why should I mind?
[Rita is being nosy about Frank's marriage]
Dr. Frank Bryant: We split up, Rita, because of poetry.
Rita: You what?
Dr. Frank Bryant: One day, my wife explained to me that, for the past fifteen years, my output as a poet had dealt entirely with the part of our lives in which we discovered each other.
Rita: Are you a poet?
Dr. Frank Bryant: Was. And so, to give me something new to write about, she left me. A very noble woman, my wife - she left me for the good of literature. And remarkably it worked.
Rita: What, you wrote a lot of good stuff, did ya?
Dr. Frank Bryant: No. I stopped writing altogether.
Rita's Father: Say, Denny. Denny, I'm sorry for you, lad. If she was a wife of mine I'd drown her.
Rita: If I was a wife of yours I'd drown meself.
Denny: In my family, a man has only to look at a woman and she's pregnant.
Rita: That's because you're all so cockeyed.
[Frank walks on campus and addresses some students]
Dr. Frank Bryant: Good afternoon.
[Rita is saying goodbye to Frank at the airport departure gate]
Dr. Frank Bryant: What?
Customer in Hairdressers: What's that book you're reading, love?
Rita: Somerset Maugham, "Of Human Bondage".
Customer in Hairdressers: [knowingly] Ohh, my husband's got loads of books like that.
Rita: I don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you.
Dr. Frank Bryant: I'm honored you chose me.
Dr. Frank Bryant: What does it say?
Rita: Right. I've passed. Now will you get on that bloody plane?
Dr. Frank Bryant: Let me see. You've passed with distinction. I'm proud of you, Rita.
Rita: I'm proud of both of us.
Rita's Father: Married six years and you're not pregnant yet? How old are you now, Susan?
Rita: [sarcastically] I'm seventy-four, Dad.
Rita's Father: You are not! You're twenty-seven. What's wrong with you? Here's your sister, married six minutes, and she's already four months pregnant!