Darling (1965)

Julie Christie: Diana Scott

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• Diana Scott : Taxi!

  Robert Gold : We're not taking a taxi.

  Diana Scott : Why not?

  Robert Gold : I don't take whores in taxis.

  Diana Scott : What do mean?

  Robert Gold : That's what you are isn't it? A little whore! Isn't it?

• Diana Scott : Poor Miles. You can't risk feeling anything, can you?

  Miles Brand : I shall survive.

  Diana Scott : Of course! As long as you remain impotent.

  Miles Brand : My impotence, my darling, makes a pair with your virginity.

  Diana Scott : Impotent in every way, except in bed.

  Miles Brand : Don't underestimate me, my dear. I can also be very effective on the telephone.

• Diana Scott : I always feel as if there's one more corner to turn, and I'll be there.

  Miles Brand : And so you will.

  Diana Scott : Then there'll be another.

  Miles Brand : That's the attraction of corners.

• Diana Scott : You must lead such an interesting life.

  Robert Gold : Being a professional question mark?

  Diana Scott : Oh, it's better than being a professional bosom!

• Diana Scott : Oh, it should be so easy to be happy, shouldn't it? It should be the easiest thing in the world.

  Robert Gold : It should be.

  Diana Scott : I wonder why it isn't? Maybe it is?

• Diana Scott : I didn't know whether you'd come.

  Robert Gold : I was always easily seduced.

• Diana Scott : Do you have parents? I can't imagine you with parents.

  Miles Brand : Yes, I have. Two of them.

  Diana Scott : Imagine if...

  Miles Brand : What?

  Diana Scott : It took three.

  Miles Brand : Took three?

  Diana Scott : Sexes. To make a child.

  Miles Brand : Very entertaining.

  Diana Scott : Everything would be different, wouldn't it, quite different, with three sexes.

  Miles Brand : Haven't we got enough problems with two?

• Diana Scott : I asked you to go. Why haven't you?

  Miles Brand : Because I've stayed.

• Robert Gold : You bitch! You filthy little bitch!

  Diana Scott : Enjoy yourself. You've got no right to call me anything!

  Robert Gold : I have every right to call you everything!

  Diana Scott : Oh have you? We're not married! At least, not to each other!

• Diana Scott : Thank you so much for letting me do the "Finished Product." It's a very good program.

  Robert Gold : You really think so?

  Diana Scott : I thought I looked ghastly; but, it was a super program.

  Robert Gold : I thought you looked super and the program looked ghastly. What's more - I'm right too.

  Diana Scott : No. I thought you looked frightfully lean and intelligent.

  Robert Gold : I am frightfully lean and intelligent. Not that it helps.

• Diana Scott : What do want to do then?

  Robert Gold : I don't know. I do know. I don't know.

  Diana Scott : I know.

• Diana Scott : Your books have arrived.

  Robert Gold : And your records.

• Diana Scott : Darling, two of the most gorgeous negroes you've ever seen have just gone up the stairs. What on earth is going on up there?

  Robert Gold : They're having a diplomatic reception.

  Diana Scott : Oh.

  Robert Gold : Would you like to have a diplomatic reception?

  Diana Scott : What a good idea!

• Diana Scott : Don't you possess anything of your own?

  Miles Brand : Only the things I can't replace.

• Ivor Dawlish : We saw your film at our local flea-bit.

  Diana Scott : Oh, yes.

  Ivor Dawlish : I was sorry we didn't see more of you.

  Helen Dawlish : Unfortunately, we missed the beginning.

  Rupert Crabtree : The best part! You were stunning.

  Diana Scott : Oh, you like my black lingerie, did you?

  Helen Dawlish : Ivor's been after me to buy some.

  Ivor Dawlish : Helen, is nothing sacred?

  Helen Dawlish : Not much.

• Miles Brand : Miles, my love, have you ever been in love?

  Diana Scott : [answering questions in the "Truth Game" at the French party as if she were Miles Brand]  Yes, for as long as I can remember - with myself!

  Spanish Transvestite at French Party : Olé! Tell me, Miles, if you could be anything in the world, what would you most want to be?

  Diana Scott : A pimp in a royal whorehouse.

• Diana Scott : There's no one in England to beat these new French directors.

• Diana Scott : You look older.

  Robert Gold : You don't.

• Diana Scott : You ba-stard! You just used me!

  Robert Gold : You - used - me. It's a moot point.

• [first lines] 

  "Ideal Woman" Interviewer : Well, I do want our readers to feel that it is really your story; so, I thought I'd perhaps ask you a few questions and if you'd just answer them in your own words.

  Diana Scott : Yes, I see. Alright, ask away.

• Diana Scott : Oh yes, I hate convention! You can't breathe. You have to break away.

  Robert Gold : But isn't the break away of yesterday the convention of today?

  Diana Scott : Well, then you have to break away again!

  Robert Gold : Just for the sake of it? Isn't that conventional? In the way young people do it today; I mean, in the way they dress and the way they dance, the way they're talking. That's more conventional than what they are trying to get away from.

  Diana Scott : Do you say the way I dress is conventional?

  Robert Gold : Well, you're dressed in the height of fashion. Your hair is...

  Diana Scott : Oh, I just wash and curl it!

• Robert Gold : Buried treasure.

  Robert Gold : Oh?

  Diana Scott : Heads we do. Tails we don't. - We do.

• Diana Scott : My friends seemed to get on very well with your friends.

  Robert Gold : Because your friends are so pretty.

  Diana Scott : And your's so intelligent.

• Diana Scott : I'm so frightened sometimes.

  Robert Gold : What do you mean you're so frightened sometimes? Why? What are you frightened of?

  Diana Scott : I am so happy.

• Diana Scott : [voice over]  Normally, I never did charity work. It's usually terribly draggy. But, you know, Robert was away and Miles Brand happened to phone the same day. After all, he had chosen me for the "Honeyglow Girl."

• Diana Scott : "This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself, Against infection and a hand of war, This little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England."

• Diana Scott : [looking at a statue]  What's this supposed to be?

  Miles Brand : Oh, its known for many in the group as three couples taking their pleasures with a fourth looking on.

  Diana Scott : Charming.

• Diana Scott : I wish you'd open up.

  Miles Brand : I can't do that.

• Sean Martin : Well, we just wanted to have a look at you.

  "Jacquline" Producer #1 : Yes, we just want to take a look at you.

  Diana Scott : Well, have a look.

  "Jacquline" Producer #2 : Would you look toward the street. That's right. Now, the door. That's right. Now, I want you to look at me, but, keep your neck the same angle. Well, what do you think?

  Sean Martin : She's alright. She's fine. Fine.

  "Jacquline" Producer #1 : Has she enough profile?

  "Jacquline" Producer #2 : Yes, sure.

  Sean Martin : She'll be standing up most of the time.

• Diana Scott : What a party. What a wake!

  Robert Gold : What a bunch of zombies.

• Diana Scott : You are jealous.

  Robert Gold : Who knows what I am.

  Diana Scott : Well, you're the one I bed with.

  Robert Gold : At present.

  Diana Scott : I hate you! What a thing to say!

  Robert Gold : Well, what do you want me to say? You know, as well as I do, what you're up to.

• Nurse : How do you feel?

  Diana Scott : I won't have anything to do with sex again, as long as I live.

• Robert Gold : How do you feel?

  Diana Scott : Empty.

• Robert Gold : One day I'm going to have to bail you out of clink - for indecent exposure.

  Diana Scott : Would you?

  Robert Gold : Of course, I would.

• Man Driving a Car : Hey, that's my meter!

  Diana Scott : Sorry.

  Man Driving a Car : Sorry? I should think you are, sorry. Go on, get out of it. Women drivers!

• Robert Gold : And you went down well?

  Diana Scott : Like a dozen oysters! I think.

• Diana Scott : Look at this place. This rat trap! I'm not going to be a prisoner any longer!

  Robert Gold : So, you're the prisoner, are you?

  Diana Scott : Yes! Prying in my life, looking in my handbag, spying on me!

  Robert Gold : The quickest way of getting to know you.

• Diana Scott : [voice over]  Well, one just had to take a grip on oneself, that was all. I just knew the only possible hope was to fling oneself absolutely madly into one's work. It was either that, you know, or the ole gas oven.

• Diana Scott : [drunkenly]  Oh, why is life like a piss pot!

  Malcolm : Well, you see, I have the answer to that. It's the bomb-loving. It must be.

  Diana Scott : That's right. It's the great, big, nasty bomb!

  Malcolm : The great, big, nasty bomb! Let's face it, dear. Darling, life is a great big steaming mess!

  Diana Scott : Oh, I love you, if no one else does.

  Malcolm : No one else does.

  Diana Scott : Oh, poor you.

• Diana Scott : It's different here. The sense of - eternity. A sort of peacefulness. It's almost - religious, if you know what I mean.

  Prince Cesare della Romita : Yes.

  Diana Scott : Well, it seems to make life easier to bear.

  Prince Cesare della Romita : But, you don't have any problem in bearing the weight of life, do you?

  Diana Scott : I don't know about that.

• Diana Scott : [after she see's Malcolm eyeing their waiter]  We are not complicating our holiday with any disgusting sexcapades.

  Malcolm : Brother and sister until death us do part?

  Diana Scott : Done. Share and share alike.

  Malcolm : Everything split down the middle.

  Diana Scott : Absolutely.

• Malcolm : Do you care who he was with?

  Diana Scott : No, not particularly. What was she like.

  Malcolm : Blonde, 21 and extremely well-appointed, as they say

• Diana Scott : [to Malcolm]  I was just thinking how nice it would be if we could live here. I could do without sex. I don't really like it that much. If I could just feel - complete.

• Diana Scott : Well, where did all the young flowers go? Proceed. Amuse me.

• Miles Brand : I thought you'd gone too? You bastard! You really are, aren't you, a bastard.

  Diana Scott : Would you like some tea?

  Miles Brand : Tea?

  Miles Brand : To calm you down. You seem a bit hysterical.

• Diana Scott : Who was she, Miles?

  Miles Brand : Put away your Penguin Freud, Diana.

  Diana Scott : Who was she?

  Miles Brand : And your crystal ball.

• Diana Scott : [voice over]  Life's full of "if onlys", isn't it? You know, "if only," "if only."

• Diana Scott : Thank God it's never too late. Two people really belong to each other. It doesn't matter what happens.

• Diana Scott : We both learned our lesson and won't make any more mistakes. I *know* we can be so happy.

• Diana Scott : What will you write about?

  Robert Gold : I'll write about you, about myself, about my wife and my children. They all played large parts, you know.

  Diana Scott : I played the *largest* part!

  Robert Gold : Certainly the most dramatic.