Eyes Wide Shut (1999)
Alice Harford: I do love you and you know there is something very important we need to do as soon as possible.
Dr. Bill Harford: What's that?
Alice Harford: Fuck.
Victor Ziegler: Listen, Bill. Nobody killed anybody. Someone died. It happens all the time. Life goes on. It always does, until it doesn't. But you know that, don't you?
Alice Harford: Millions of years of evolution, right? Right? Men have to stick it in every place they can, but for women... women it is just about security and commitment and whatever the fuck else!
Dr. Bill Harford: A little oversimplified, Alice, but yes, something like that.
Alice Harford: If you men only knew...
Dr. Bill Harford: Now, where exactly are we going... exactly?
Gayle: Where the rainbow ends.
Dr. Bill Harford: Where the rainbow ends?
Nuala: Don't you want to go where the rainbow ends?
Dr. Bill Harford: Well, now that depends where that is.
Gayle: Well, let's find out.
Sandor Szavost: Don't you think one of the charms of marriage is that it makes deception a necessity for both parties? May I ask why a beautiful woman who could have any man in this room wants to be married?
Alice Harford: Why wouldn't she?
Sandor Szavost: Is it as bad as that?
Alice Harford: As good as that!
Alice Harford: The important thing is: we are both awake now, and for a long time to come.
Dr. Bill Harford: Forever?
Alice Harford: Forever? Hum...
Dr. Bill Harford: Forever!
Alice Harford: Hum... Let's not use that word. It frightens me. But I do love you. And, you know, there's something very important that I'm willing to do as soon as possible.
Dr. Bill Harford: What's that?
Alice Harford: Fuck.
Alice Harford: When she is having her little TITTIES squeezed, do you think she ever has any fantasies about what handsome Dr. Bill's DICKIE might be like?
Alice Harford: So, because I'm a beautiful woman, the only reason any man wants to talk to me is because he wants to fuck me? Is that what you're saying?
Victor Ziegler: Bill, do you have any idea how much trouble you got yourself into last night just by going over there? Who do you think those people were? Those were not just some ordinary people. If I told you their names... no, I'm not going to tell you their names... but if I did, I don't think you'd sleep so well at night.
Dr. Bill Harford: Are you sure of that?
Alice Harford: Am I sure? Only as sure as I am that the reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime, can ever be the whole truth.
Dr. Bill Harford: And no dream is ever just a dream.
Dr. Bill Harford: The woman lying dead in the morgue was the woman at the party. Well, Victor, maybe I'm missing something here. You call it fake, a charade... Do you mind telling me what kind of fuckin' charade ends up with somebody turning up dead?
Victor Ziegler: Okay Bill, let's cut the bullshit, alright? You've been way out of your depth for the last 24 hours! You want to know what kind of charade? I'll tell you exactly what kind. That whole play-acted, "take me" sacrifice that you've been jerking off with had nothing to do with her real death. The truth is, nothing happened to her after you left that hadn't happened to her before. She got her brains fucked out. Period!
Dr. Bill Harford: [Sobbing in front of Alice] I'll tell you everything!
Red Cloak: [pleasantly] Please, step forwards. May I have the password?
Dr. Bill Harford: Fidelio.
Red Cloak: That's right, sir! That is the password... for admittance. But may I ask, what is the password... for the house?
Dr. Bill Harford: The password for the house?
Red Cloak: Yes?
Dr. Bill Harford: I'm sorry... I seem to... have forgotten it.
Red Cloak: That's unfortunate! Because here, it makes no difference whether you have forgotten it... or if you never knew it. Kindly remove your mask.
[Bill slowly removes his mask. The red cloaked cult leader continues talking in a pleasant tone]
Red Cloak: Now, get undressed.
Dr. Bill Harford: [nervously] Get... undressed?
Red Cloak: [sternly] Remove your clothes.
Dr. Bill Harford: Uh... gentlemen, please...
Red Cloak: Remove your clothes! Or would you like us to do it for you?
Dr. Bill Harford: You know what they say, once a doctor always a doctor.
Nick Nightingale: Yes, or in my case, never a doctor, never a doctor.
Marion: I love you. I don't want to go away with Carl.
Dr. Bill Harford: Marion, I don't think you realize...
Marion: I do, even if I'm never to see you again, I want at least to live near you.
Dr. Bill Harford: Marion, listen to me, listen to me. You're very upset right now and I don't think you realize what you're saying.
Marion: I love you.
Dr. Bill Harford: We barely know each other. I don't think we've had a single conversation about anything except your father.
Marion: I love you.
Nick Nightingale: I have seen one or two things in my life but never, never anything like this.
Alice Harford: ...And at no time did he ever leave my mind.
Dr. Bill Harford: Honey, have you seen my wallet?
Alice Harford: Isn't it on the bedside table?
Dr. Bill Harford: Now listen, you know we're running a little late.
Alice Harford: I know. How do I look?
Dr. Bill Harford: Perfect.
Alice Harford: Is my hair okay?
Dr. Bill Harford: It's great.
Alice Harford: You're not even looking at it.
Dr. Bill Harford: It's beautiful. You always look beautiful.
Dr. Bill Harford: I know you would never be unfaithful to me.
Alice Harford: If he wanted me, I would give up everything.
[Alice questions her husband]
Alice Harford: Hmmm, tell me something, those two girls at the party last night. Did you, by any chance, happen to fuck them?
Alice Harford: Why do think Ziegler invites us to these things every year?
Dr. Bill Harford: This is what you get for making house calls.
[a tall stranger drinks from Alice's wine glass]
Alice Harford: Umm, I think that's my glass.
Sandor Szavost: I'm absolutely certain of it.
Domino: [to Bill] Sorry about the mess. Maid's day off.
Victor Ziegler: Bill, I... I know what happened to you last night. And I know what's been going on since. And I think you just might have got the wrong idea about one or two things.
Dr. Bill Harford: [feigning ignorance] I'm sorry Victor, but... what the hell are you talking about?
Victor Ziegler: Please, Bill... no games. I was there. At the house. "The house". I saw you, Bill. I saw everything.
Victor Ziegler: Bill... What the hell did you think you were doing there? I couldn't... I couldn't even begin to imagine how you'd even heard about it, let alone got yourself through the front door. And then I remembered seeing you talking with that prick piano player, Nick... or whatever the fuck his name was, at my party the other night. And it didn't take much to figure out the rest.
Dr. Bill Harford: It wasn't Nick's fault. It was mine.
Victor Ziegler: Of course it was Nick's fault! If he hadn't mentioned this to you in the first place, none of this would have happened. I recommended that little cocksucker to those people, and now he's made me look like a complete asshole by telling you about it!
Dr. Bill Harford: [humbly] Victor... what can I say? I had absolutely no idea you were involved.
Victor Ziegler: I know you didn't, Bill. But I also know that you went to Nick's hotel this morning and spoke with the desk clerk.
Dr. Bill Harford: How did you know that?
Victor Ziegler: Because I had you followed.
Dr. Bill Harford: You... you had me followed?
Victor Ziegler: Now Bill, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I had you followed. I apologize for that. But it was for your own good. I know you went to Nick's hotel looking for him and I know what the desk clerk told you. But what the desk clerk didn't tell you was that all they did was drive Nick to the airport and put him on a plane back to Seattle. I assure you that Nick is safely back home and he's probally banging Mrs. Nick as we speak.
Dr. Bill Harford: The desk clerk said that Nick has a bruse on his face. That he looked frightened as if he was beaten up.
Victor Ziegler: Yeah? Okay, so Nick had a bruse. But that is probally the least he deserved for telling you about the gathering last night.
Mr. Milich: If the good doctor himself should ever want anything again... anything at all... it needn't be a costume.
Gayle: Do you know what's so nice about doctors?
Dr. Bill Harford: Usually a lot less than people imagine.
Gayle: They always seem so knowledgeable.
Dr. Bill Harford: Oh, they are very knowledgeable about all sorts of things.
Gayle: But I bet they work too hard. Just think of all they miss.
Dr. Bill Harford: You're probably right.
Alice Harford: How do you feel about wrapping the rest of the presents?
Dr. Bill Harford: Maybe tomorrow night.
Alice Harford: You should call the Zieglers and thank them for the party.
Dr. Bill Harford: I've already taken care of that.
Mysterious Woman: Stop! Let him go! I am ready to redeem him. Take me!
Red Cloak: [stands up from his throne] You are ready to redeem him? Do you realize what you are taking upon yourself... in doing this?
Mysterious Woman: Yes!
[there is a pause as the masked and cloaked cult members murmer and gasp while Bill looks on]
Red Cloak: Very well. Take her away.
Red Cloak: Mister... you are free to go. But I warn you... if you make any further inquires, or if you tell a single soul about what you've seen here tonight... there will be very dire consequences for you and your family! Do you understand?
Dr. Bill Harford: [as he watches Mandy being led away by another cult member] What is going to happen to that woman?
Red Cloak: No one can change her fate now. When a promise has been made here, it should always be kept. As for you... you are free. Go!
Dr. Bill Harford: Was it the second password? Is that what gave me away?
Victor Ziegler: Yes, finally. But not because you didn't know it. It was because there was no second password. Of course it didn't help you too much that those people arrived there in limos... and you showed up in a taxi. Or that when they took your coat, they found the receipt to the costume from the rental house in your pocket made out to you-know-who.
Mysterious Woman: [whispering] I don't think you realize the danger you're in. You cannot fool them for much longer. You need to get away before it's too late!
Dr. Bill Harford: Why are you telling me this?
Mysterious Woman: It doesn't matter.
Dr. Bill Harford: Come with me.
Mysterious Woman: That's impossible.
Dr. Bill Harford: Why?
Mysterious Woman: Because what you are suggesting could cost me my life... and maybe yours.
Dr. Bill Harford: Tell me your name. I want to know your name.
Mysterious Woman: It doesn't matter.
Dr. Bill Harford: [moves to remove her mask] At least let me see your face.
Mysterious Woman: No! Go... now!
Victor Ziegler: Sorry to call you out so late tonight.
Dr. Bill Harford: That's OK, I was out anyway.
Victor Ziegler: How about a drink?
Dr. Bill Harford: Are you having one?
Victor Ziegler: Sure! What would you like?
Dr. Bill Harford: Uh, I'll have a little scotch.
Victor Ziegler: Good. How do you take it, neat?
Victor Ziegler: Alice, look at you! God, you're absolutely stunning! And I don't say that to all the women, do I?
Illona Ziegler: Yes, he does.
Dr. Bill Harford: One of my patients died. I have to show my face.
Dr. Bill Harford: There was a... there was a... there was, uh... a woman there. Who, uh, tried to warn me.
Victor Ziegler: I know.
Dr. Bill Harford: Do you know who she was?
Victor Ziegler: Yes. She was... she was a hooker. Sorry, but... that's what she was.
Dr. Bill Harford: A hooker?
Victor Ziegler: Bill, suppose I told you that... that everything that happened to you there... the threats, the- the girl's warnings, her last minute intervention, suppose I said that all of that... was staged. That it was a kind of charade. That it was fake.
Dr. Bill Harford: Fake?
Victor Ziegler: Yes, fake.
Dr. Bill Harford: Why would they do that?
Victor Ziegler: Why? In plain words... to scare the living shit out of you. To keep you quiet about where you'd been and what you'd seen.