Moll Flanders (1996)
Moll Flanders: I'm not going to fear any man of flesh and blood, no matter what costume he wears.
Moll Flanders: Hope comes to the young as naturally as the spring rains.
Mrs. Allworthy: Life's terrible short girl. Give yourself some pleasure. I'll bet you've never been kissed.
Moll Flanders: I always thought I had to be rich to own the stars.
Artist: I found my creation in you. It's life. God is love, Moll. Love is God.
Hibble: Um, for your understanding, Flora, this is rather... delicate. Do you know what the male and female were intending?
Flora: Sure! I seen dogs in the street doing it!
Hibble: Yes... well, it's not quite the same thing.
Flora: How do you know? You're not a dog!
Moll Flanders: Don't you understand? I'm going to fail you.
Artist: I can accept that.
Moll Flanders: No, *feel that!*
[hits him on his chest]
Moll Flanders: That's nothing compared to the pain that comes with me. "They hung her mother!" *Feel that!*
[she continues to hit him and begins to cry]
Moll Flanders: "She slept with *hundreds* of men!", *Feel it!*, "She's a bitch and a trollop" and I hate you!
[picks up her things and heads for the door]
Moll Flanders: This is madness.
[walks out the door]
Moll Flanders: [storms Back In] I forgot me bleedin', stupid shoes!
[while Posing for the nude pregnant portrait]
Moll Flanders: It's moving!
Artist: Keep still... Both of you.
Hibble: Escaped from Cardiff prison hulks I did, with a highway alchemist named Gay; he could turn the lead in his pistols to gold
Artist: The Mad hermit that I am lived a wild life as a child. I made wings from canvas and bamboo. I wished to navigate the atmosphere like a bird; instead I studied gravity, and plunged forty feet from the mill roof.
Artist: [after his own long soliloquy, philosophizing on the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, & everything] What do you want from life, Moll?
Moll Flanders: Nothin' anymore
Artist: Come on Moll; I bare my soul
[interrupted by Moll]
Moll Flanders: [interrupting the Artist] and I bare my bosoms. We make a good pair
Moll Flanders: [after the Artist has challenged a threat from Mrs Allworthy's pistol] Was that gun that useless?
Artist: I lied
[. clears throat . ]
Artist: rather well, I thought
Moll Flanders: [Moll has cleaned up the Artist's loft. Artist enters... ] Well?
[points at his feet]
Moll Flanders: Take your boots off
Artist: You have yours on.
Moll Flanders: I haven't been outdoors
Artist: This is VERy unimportant.
Moll Flanders: . you angry 'cause I cleaned for you?
Artist: DON'T do this again! I'll never FIND anything.
Moll Flanders: [Moll grabs a shelving unit and throws it & contents to the floor, then repeats] There! Back where it was.
[Moll crosses her arms & turns her back]
Moll Flanders: ... GOD that felt good!