After Hours (1985)
[after witnessing a murder through a window]
Paul Hackett: I'll probably get blamed for that.
Pepe: Art sure is ugly.
Neil: Shows how much you know about art. The uglier the art, the more it's worth.
Pepe: This must be worth a fortune, man.
Marcy: My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you?
Paul Hackett: "The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah.
Marcy: Well, whenever he - you know, when he came...
Paul Hackett: Yeah.
Marcy: ...he would scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!"
Paul Hackett: Wow.
Marcy: Instead of saying something normal like, "Oh, God," or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.
[Paul has no money for a subway token]
Paul Hackett: Couldn't you just give me one token, please?
Subway Attendant: I can't do that. I may lose my job.
[Paul looks around and sees no one else in the station]
Paul Hackett: Well, who would know... exactly?
Subway Attendant: I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone... who knows?
[after sampling one of Marcy's joints]
Paul Hackett: What type of pot is this?
Paul Hackett: That's a lie.
Paul Hackett: This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot.
Marcy: That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was...
Paul Hackett: Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you.
Marcy: Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore. Are you all right?
Paul Hackett: Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here to see in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now!
Marcy: What's the matter?
Paul Hackett: I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up.
Marcy: Right now?
Paul Hackett: Yes, right now!
Marcy: They're in Kiki's bedroom.
Paul Hackett: Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have ANYTHING to hold them down with.
Street Pickup: Why don't you just go home?
Paul Hackett: Pal, I've been asking myself that all night.
Paul Hackett: What do you want from me? I'm just a word processor!
[Paul is trying to get into a nightclub]
Club Berlin Bouncer: Got any money?
Paul Hackett: Yes I got money. Is that what this is all about, you want money? Why didn't you ask for that in the first place man. Here, it's all I got.
[gives the Bouncer a quarter]
Club Berlin Bouncer: I'll take your money 'cos I don't want you to feel you left anything untried. Now, you keep the quarter...
[gives Paul his quarter back]
Club Berlin Bouncer: ...but you still have to wait a few minutes.
Horst: That was rude of you, Paul.
Paul Hackett: I don't know what came over me.
Horst: Lack of discipline.
Paul Hackett: Possibly.
Computer screen: Good morning, Paul
Paul Hackett: Which way you headed?
Marcy: Downtown, SoHo.
Paul Hackett: Oh, nice... nice. A loft?
Marcy: Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses.
Paul Hackett: Really...
Marcy: She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one?
Paul Hackett: Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they?
Marcy: I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460.
Paul Hackett: 243-3460.
Marcy: Her name's Kiki Bridges.
Paul Hackett: Kiki Bridges, okay.
Marcy: Nice talkin' to ya.
Paul Hackett: Yeah, great talkin' to you.
Paul Hackett: Is Marcy here?
Kiki: She had to go to the all-night drugstore.
Paul Hackett: Is she all right?
Kiki: It's under control.
Marcy: I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there on the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made a move, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours.
Paul Hackett: My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy?
Marcy: No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are.
Paul Hackett: Boy, I'm sorry. I guess I've really been runnin' you through the mill tonight.
Marcy: It's okay, I'm used to it.
Paul Hackett: What's your name?
Paul Hackett: My name's Paul.
Julie: Rough night, Paul?
Julie: Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo?
Paul Hackett: Yes... yes, I do.
Julie: Then why don't you touch it?
Paul Hackett: [Paul and Lloyd in front of a computer terminal] Alright, punch. Punch it in.
Paul Hackett: Okay, let's, first of all, refresh the screen here. Alright, and go into "format ruler".
[Lloyd punches at the keyboard]
Paul Hackett: There.
Lloyd: All right. Now, file?
Paul Hackett: Right.
[presses a key]
Lloyd: And it's in memory?
Paul Hackett: Right. And?
Paul Hackett: Mark this down in the prefix...
Paul Hackett: ...file codes.
Lloyd: Prefix code. Right, right, right.
[Lloyd punches in the code]
Paul Hackett: Good. Yeah, you got it. Another week, you'll have it down.