9 Songs (2004)
Matt: Exploring the Antarctic is like exploring space. You enter a void, thousands of miles, with no people, no animals, no plants. You're isolated in a vast, empty continent. Claustrophobia and agoraphobia in the same place, like two people in a bed.
Matt: [narrating voice over] She was twenty one, beautiful, egotistical, careless and crazy.
Lisa: I've had one from Colombia, one from Brazil, one from Argentina... one from Germany when I was in high school. I have...
Lisa: An English boyfriend.
Matt: [narrating] Lisa didn't want to go to the gig that night, so I gave her ticket away. Five thousand people in a room and you can still feel alone.
Lisa: Those glasses look so ugly.
Matt: I'm trying to look ugly.
Lisa: They look stupid.
Matt: I'm trying to look stupid.
Lisa: [after taking some speed] You are so boring today. Boring... bo-ring... I'm sure there's someone named Bo... Bo Ring. Bo Derek...
Matt: You're so fucking interesting when you start taking pills at this time of day.
Lisa: You know what, I haven't even taken any fucking pills at this time of the day. That I take every day, that I've been taking since you fucking met me.
[when Matt indicated to the bottle of pills she just took]
Lisa: I haven't taken any of those pills. Did you see me take any of those pills? You've been sitting right in front of me. Are you sitting in front of me not even looking at me? Don't even pay any fucking attention to me.
Matt: There was only a week before her flight home. She was like a tourist on holiday in London. She bought souvenirs and Christmas presents. She was happy to be leaving.
[Lisa is standing in front of a mirror looking at her naked, skinny, flat-chested body]
Lisa: Do I look like a boy?
Matt: [sarcastic] Yeah. That's one of the reasons why I like you.
Matt: The Antarctic is the planet's memory, a memory of a time before there were people.
Matt: When I remember Lisa I don't think about her clothes, or her work, or where she was from, or even what she said. I think about her smell, her taste, her skin touching mine.
Lisa: [whispered] Fuck me, Matt... Matt, come up here and fuck me.
Lisa: [after snorting a line of cocaine] That was a really big lump, actually.
Matt: The Antarctic 13,800.000 km2 square Km's of ICE. A continent of ICE. A place where no man had ever been until its 20th century.
Matt: The ICE sheet can be 4 km a date. The ICE found that can be half-million years old. The air trapped in the ICE. We called the climate when the ICE was formed. The Antarctic is a planet's memory. A memory of time before there were the people.
Lisa: The Ice is everywhere and everything. It spreads to all sides unbounded void of alien whiteness in geometric rigor. The Antarctic is highest, windest, driest continents. Its topography and dynamics is the simplest on earth. An exercise of reductionism. The iceberg is the microcosm of the Antarctica. Its fragment torn loose from the continents both substance and symbol within it's ICE the burg contains record of all ICE terrains. As it moves away from the massive ICE it gradually disintegrates. Most burgs last less than two month in an open sea.
Matt: That you fly over the continent you see the journey of the ice in reverse. The sea, the Iceberg, the see Ice, the Ice-shelf and the Ice sheet. Each year the Ice inches its way from the heart of the continent to the see into which it finally melts.
Lisa: You look like a gangster like that.
Matt: I'm trying to look like a gangster.
Lisa: You look ugly.
Matt: I'm trying to look ugly.