The World According to Garp (1982)
John Lithgow: Roberta Muldoon
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Quotes
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Roberta : I mean, I had mine removed surgically under general anesthesia. But to have it bitten off in a Buick...
Jenny Fields : It's lust!
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Roberta : [telling Garp he cannot go to his mother's feminist memorial] They're not going to allow any men. A man *killed* her! They're very *upset*!
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Roberta : I love kids.
T. S. Garp : Oh, me, too.
Roberta : I didn't know I loved them so much until I became a woman. Had I known, I would've had some while I was still a man.
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Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : [to Roberta] Hey, you! Dildo! Is this the nut house where you're keeping my Laurel?
Roberta : Laurel's here but we're not exactly keeping her.
Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : Bullshit, ya big dyke.
Roberta : I'm not a dyke. Is Laurel expecting you?
Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : I'll kill you, douchebag!
Roberta : That's all you men understand is violence.
Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : Now look. I know what sort of freaks hang around here. It's a big lesbian scene.
[Garp walks on to porch]
Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : Ooooh, oooh, what are you, the man of the house or the court eunuch? Laurel, you in there, you bitch?
Jenny Fields : Hello.
Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : Oh, I know who you are. My Laurel's not your type sweetie.
Jenny Fields : Perhaps she's not your type either.
Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : Listen, goddammit. If you don't get Laurel's ass out here I'm gonna...
[Roberta knocks down Randy]
Laurel - Dog's Head Mansion : Randy!
Jenny Fields : Are you all right?
Laurel - Dog's Head Mansion : Baby, you found me.
Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : Oh, I don't think I can drive the fuckin' car.
Laurel - Dog's Head Mansion : That's all right. I can drive, you just never let me.
[to Jenny]
Laurel - Dog's Head Mansion : I guess Randy needs me.
Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : Easy!
[In pain as Laurel helps him to the car]
Laurel - Dog's Head Mansion : Sorry, baby, I'm sorry.
Randy - Dog's Head Mansion : Crazy dyke blind-sided me.
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Roberta : You have one hell of a way of making converts to civilization. The only thing you've inherited from your mother - is your natural ability to piss people off.
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Roberta : I'm a hopeless romantic in a male chauvinist world.
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Roberta : Oh, God. Some of my hate mail. This one hopes that I'll get gang banged by the Oakland Raiders. There are a lot of sick people out there.
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T. S. Garp : How's your fellow in New York working out?
Roberta : It isn't. He says I make him feel sexually ambiguous. Can you imagine?