Nymphomaniac: Vol. I (2013)
Joe: Perhaps the only difference between me and other people was that I've always demanded more from the sunset; more spectacular colors when the sun hit the horizon. That's perhaps my only sin.
Joe: It's actually the souls of the trees we're seeing in the winter. In summer everything is green and idyllic but in the winter, the branches and the trunks all stand out. Just look at how crooked they all are. The branches have to carry all the leaves to the sunlight. That's one long struggle for survival.
Seligman: Love is blind.
Joe: No, no, no. It's worse. Love distort things. Or even worse, love is something you never asked for. The erotic was something that I ask for or even demanded of men. But this idiotic love... I felt humiliated by it. And all the dishonesty that follows.
Joe: The erotic is about saying yes. Love appeals to lowest instincts, wrapped up in lies. How do you say yes when you mean no? And vice-versa. I'm ashamed of what I became. But it was beyond my control.
Joe: For me, love was just lust with jealousy added; everything else was total nonsense. For every hundred crimes committed in the name of love, only one is committed in the name of sex.
Joe: They said that love was the secret ingredient in sex, but, to me, love was just lust, with jealousy added.
Young Joe: If I asked you to take my virginity, would that be a problem?
Jerôme: No, I don't see a problem.
Mrs. H: [to Young Joe] Would it be alright if I show the children the whoring bed? After all, they also have a stake in this event.
Joe: Basically, we're all waiting for permission to die.
Mrs. H: [to her children, referring to Joe's bedroom] Let's go see daddy's favorite place!
Young Joe: [to Jerôme] Fill all my holes.
Jerôme: What's wrong?
Young Joe: I can't feel anything.
Young Joe: I can't feel anything. I can't feel anything. I can't feel anything!
Conductor: Two first class tickets for two first class ladies.
Seligman: [narrating] During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Mrs. H: [to her sons] Boys, now is the time to be alert and ask all the questions your hears desire. Because I hope that you shall never have to encounter such people or be in such a situation ever again.
[boys remain silent]
Mrs. H: Well? Hm? You don't have any questions? No? Well I'll start, shall I?
[referring to Joe]
Mrs. H: Approximately how many lives do you think she has time to destroy in one day? Five? Fifty? Or several hundreds? I admit the latter sounds improbable but where there's a will, there's a way!
Mrs. H: Well, if three is a crowd, then seven must be a bit of a challenge for the pretty miss. I must say I have a hard time picturing her enjoying loneliness.
Joe: It's my own fault. I'm just a bad human being.
Seligman: I've never met a "bad human being."
Joe: Well, you have now.