Sean Penn: Cheyenne

This Must Be the Place

Cheyenne

Rachel: No shit! Now I remember you. You sang with Mick Jagger once.
Cheyenne: I know him. He's a good singer, I like the way he dances.
Rachel: Listen your cheeseburger is a bit too well done. You don't mind do ya? Unfortunately, that's life!
Cheyenne: You know what the problem is... Rachel?
Rachel: What?
Cheyenne: Without realizing it, we go from an age where we say: "My life will be that" to an age where we say: "That's life."

Cheyenne: At this particular moment I'm trying to fix up a sad boy and a sad girl, but it's not easy. I suspect that sadness is not compatible with sadness.

Cheyenne: Even though we haven't seen each other for all these years, I still can't believe you consider me a friend.
David Byrne: Why is that?
Cheyenne: Because we haven't the slightest thing in common. You have such foresight thoughts, ideas that you turn into reality, and you amaze people with your ideas. And they call you the most extraordinary thing and artist and they're right. David Byrne is an artist.
David Byrne: You were too when you were performing.
Cheyenne: The fuck I was, David! The fuck I was! I was a fucking pop star! I used to write dreary songs because they were all the rage and made tones of money. Depressed songs for depressed kids. And two of them, more fragile than the rest, ended up doing themselves in as a result of it. And now I go to a cemetery once a week to appease my guilt, and it doesn't make it better. It makes it fucking worse. And then my wife asks me why I don't play anymore and I think she must be a fool because she just loves me very much, which makes her more of a fool because she doesn't know what a disaster her husband is. And that's it, David! That's it!

Cheyenne: Have you noticed how nobody works anymore and everybody does something artistic?

Cheyenne: It's not a question of being careful, it's a question of knowing how to play ping-pong.

Cheyenne: Jane, can I ask you something?
Jane: Naturally. What?
Cheyenne: Why did you let that architect write "cuisine" on the kitchen wall? It's silly. I know what the kitchen is.

Mordecai Midler: You really take after your father. You both are rather pedantic.
Cheyenne: My instinct tells me that pedantry is an essential characteristic for capturing Nazis.

Rachel: There is an air force base nearby. A lot of military live here. We also have the biggest pistachio in the world here. It's a sculpture. It's even in the Guinness Book of Records.
Cheyenne: And the littlest one, where is that?

Cheyenne: What do you call yourselves?
Steven: The Pieces of Shit.
Cheyenne: That's a really good choice.
Steven: You're fuckin' right it is, yeah! It took us 6 months to come up with it, besides it's exactly the right name for this moment in history.

Cheyenne: I can't explain why I didn't talk to my father for 30 years. I must have thought that there was a mutual contempt. When I was 15, I decided that he didn't love me because I made up my eyes exactly as I do now. When you're a kid, it's very hard to back off from your decisions. But I pretended to be a kid for too long. And only now that I realize that a father can help and love his child, that I have no kids makes me really, really sick.

Young Adult Playing Ping Pong: That's not fair. I was distracted.
Cheyenne: This is a common problem with all the youth - distraction. Don't forget to leave a tip.

Mordecai Midler: Hey Cheyenne, can you give me a hand? This door - Goddammit, I think it's jammed.
Cheyenne: Are you kidding?
Mordecai Midler: No, no. The fucking thing won't open. Alright, do me a favor. Call the guy at the reception desk. He's got a master key.
Cheyenne: No fucking way. A detective like you who's flushed out thousands of Nazi criminals, and you can't manage to get yourself out of the john?

Cheyenne: There are many ways of dying, the worst of them, is to continue living.