Henry & June (1990)
June Miller: I've done the vilest things - the foulest things - but I've done them... superbly.
AnaÔs Nin: I'm passing through a crisis Eduardo.
Eduardo Sanchez: Be careful Anais, abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.
Henry Miller: I'm not a portrait painter.
June Miller: I'll say you're not. Look what you've done to Anais. You make everything ugly! Beauty is a joke for you. You're so negative. You're a failure as a writer. You're not a man, you're a child! You use women! You used me, you fucker!
Henry Miller: AAAHHH!
June Miller: You fucker!
Henry Miller: And that's our task. Liberation. Freedom. Let's toast to Lawrence. Let's toast to our defects. Toast, to our friendship. Drink cold, piss warm.
June Miller: What don't I understand?
AnaÔs Nin: That I love you.
June Miller: Love? You just want experience. You're a writer. You make love to whatever you need. You're just like Henry.
June Miller: It's a distortion. Henry, Look at me! Look! You can't see me or anyone as they are! I wanted Dostoyevsky!
Henry Miller: Hell of a place you got here, Hugo. Peaceful. Been here long?
Hugo Guiler: Just since the crash.
Henry Miller: Since the crash? How did you live before?
Hugo Guiler: We lived well. This is Henry Miller, the American writer Osborn is putting up. My wife, Anais Nin.
Henry Miller: How are you, Anis?
Hugo Guiler: Eduardo Sanchez, Anais' cousin. Anais, you should read Henry's stuff.
Richard Osborn: For my money, he's got it over D.H. Lawrence.
AnaÔs Nin: I'd love to read your writing.
Richard Osborn: He hasn't been published yet.
Henry Miller: All right, I'll tell you. June appeared like an Angel, and I offered her a fool's faith. She was a taxi dancer. I paid my dime, she put her head on my shoulder, but then the lies began. She told me her mother was a gypsy and her father was a count. Later, I saw a film and realized she swiped her whole childhood right out of the film.
AnaÔs Nin: And so?
Henry Miller: So I married her.
Richard Osborn: Then he steals my ideas and puts them in his novels.
AnaÔs Nin: Henry wouldn't do that, Richard.
Richard Osborn: I'm sure of it.
[Late at night in bed with Anais]
June Miller: I don't know why, I keep on thinking of this little Chinese restaurant that Henry and I used to go after I got off work. He'd wait for me outside the dance hall at two in the mornin', then we'd rush through the freezin' cold holding each other tight. We'd get there just before closing time sit in a booth by the window eatin' chow mein, watchin' the snow swirl by. There was some kind of unbelievable thrill in the air between us. I feel kinda haunted by it now. Chin Lees. Its funny, it seems like a dream.
AnaÔs Nin: How would you lie to June if you were making love to her?
Hugo Guiler: Making love to her?
AnaÔs Nin: Yes. To her body. To her voluptuous body. She is so perverse, so naked. Tell her that you love her.
Hugo Guiler: I love you.
Hugo Guiler: Does she think she can love anything in you I haven't loved?
AnaÔs Nin: Oh, Henry, I want to know what you want to know. I want my life to match your life.
Henry Miller: I'd believe only in a god that understood how to dance. Isn't that something?