Plot
When Briony Tallis, 13 years old and an aspiring writer, sees her older sister Cecilia and Robbie Turner at the fountain in front of the family estate she misinterprets what is happening thus setting into motion a series of misunderstandings and a childish pique that will have lasting repercussions for all of them. Robbie is the son of a family servant toward whom the family has always been kind. They paid for his time at Cambridge and now he plans on going to medical school. After the fountain incident, Briony reads a letter intended for Cecilia and concludes that Robbie is a deviant. When her cousin Lola is raped, she tells the police that it was Robbie she saw committing the deed.
Keywords: 1930s, 1940s, air-raid-shelter, airplane, apology, arrest, atonement, author, bandstand, banjo
You can only imagine the truth.
Torn apart by betrayal. Separated by war. Bound by love
Joined by love. Separated by fear. Redeemed by hope.
Cecilia Tallis: I love you. I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.
Robbie Turner: [voiceover] Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
Briony - 18 years old: I am very, very sorry for the terrible distress that I have caused you. I am very, very sorry...
[Robbie has just broken a vase belonging to Cecilia's family]::Cecilia Tallis: You idiot... You realize that's probably the most valuable thing we own?::Robbie Turner: Not anymore it isn't.
Cecilia Tallis: [crying] I don't know how I could've been so ignorant about myself... so... so stupid. And you know what I'm talking about, don't you? You knew before I did.::Robbie Turner: Why're you crying?::Cecilia Tallis: Don't you know?::Robbie Turner: Yes, I know exactly.::[kisses her]
Briony Tallis, aged 13: Lola, can I tell you something? Something really terrible?::Lola Quincey: Yes please.::Briony Tallis, aged 13: What's the worst word you can possibly imagine?
Paul Marshall: Bite it... You've got to bite it...
Briony Tallis, aged 13: Cee?::Cecilia Tallis: Yes?::Briony Tallis, aged 13: Why don't you talk to Robbie anymore?::Cecilia Tallis: I do. We just move in different circles, that's all.
Cecilia Tallis: [about Robbie] No need to encourage him.
Leon Tallis: Guess who we met on the way in.::Cecilia Tallis: Robbie.::Leon Tallis: Told him to join us tonight.::Cecilia Tallis: Oh, Leon, you didn't!
Plot
After an accident with dolphins and elders on a beach, the clumsy fish tank cleaner and former gigolo Deuce Bigalow (RobSchneider) is invited by his pimp friend T.J. Hicks (Edie Griffin) to travel to Amsterdam where he is presently living. Once there, T.J. Hicks is wrongly taken as a whore-men serial killer. Bigalow joins the gigolo's association trying to find the true identity of the murderer and clean TJ Hicks. Meanwhile, he meets the gorgeous Eva (Hanna Verboom), and while dating her, he suspects that she may be the wanted killer.
Keywords: american-flag, amsterdam-netherlands, aquarium, artificial-leg, award-ceremony, awards-show, baby-talk, bare-breasts, bead-curtain, black-humor
For the women of Europe... The price of love just got a lot cheaper.
Same ho. New low.
Eva: Before I can go on a date I have to eat 2 herring, collect 5 different tulips and drink a beer from a wooden shoe.::Deuce Bigalow: That's do-able!
T.J. Hicks: You like them big hairy balls dont ya?::T.J. Hicks: Ah you pussy get off of me, get off of me!
Wealthy Woman in Car: [pulls up in a car] Hey guys! I need a quick gigolo fix. What do you say?::Enzo Giarraputo: [aware that a manwhore killer is on the loose] Ahh. I'm judging a sand castle building competition this afternoon so... I can't help you.::Mahmoud: [the woman pulls out a Wad of Cash] Ahh... The dog ate my... penis. [the woman drives off]
T.J. Hicks: Did you know Holland invented chicken and waffles?::Deuce Bigalow: Really?::T.J. Hicks: Before that you could get chicken or waffles, but they were the first to put them together! Black people all over the world will be forever grateful to the Dutch for that.::Deuce Bigalow: You know the Dutch started the slave trade.::T.J. Hicks: THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS!
Chadsworth Buckingham, III: [asking gigolos about their night] So... Assapopolis, got any She-Johns lined up for Tonight?::Assapopoulos Mariolis: I got the herpes. What're you gonna do, heh.::Chadsworth Buckingham, III: [chuckles Sarcastically, then rips off band-aid] Liar! Mahmoud, What's your excuse?::Mahmoud: Uh, I just realized... I'm gay. Does anyone... want a blow job? [all the other Manwhores make a Sourly disgusted Face]::Dutch Gigolo: I do.::Mahmoud: Ok then. I guess I'd better go... put that penis in my mouth.
T.J. Hicks: That is Assapopoulos, he can kiss people with his butt whole::Deuce Bigalow: I don't ever wanna see that.
T.J. Hicks: I'm in blackface. It's my disguise. See?::Deuce Bigalow: But you look the same.::T.J. Hicks: Are you saying black people all look the same? You are such a racist! I should have the good mind not to let you help me prove that I'm innocent.
Deuce Bigalow: This shirt will make a great ice-breaker.::Angry European: Fuck you American, you imperialistic dog!::Pro American Woman: I love America, I love President Bush. Thank you for bringing democracy to Iraq.::Angry European: Shut *up*!
[as he is being arrested]::Gaspar Voorsboch: I will see you again, man-whore!
Gaspar Voorsboch: [pointing a Sword at Deuce] You die with the rest of them, Gigolo!::Deuce Bigalow: Please Sir, you don't have to do this.::Gaspar Voorsboch: Those Gigolos... robbed me of my man-hood, I was never able to satisfy a woman, and I shall acceed to it, that they don't either! [they both Start Sword Fighting]::Deuce Bigalow: You don't have to kill anyone Gaspar, cuz you can please a Woman. These Gigolos... don't know what they're talking about!::Deuce Bigalow, Chadsworth Buckingham, III: Is he talking about us?::Deuce Bigalow: Do you really think that all a woman wants, is for some man to give her a "Mud Pretzel", "Turkish Snow Cone", or an..."Irish Facial"?::Chadsworth Buckingham, III: Yes, they do, Liar. [all the Women: No!]::Deuce Bigalow: All a woman really wants... is a guy who asks her about her day, how she's been... or at least pretends to.::Chadsworth Buckingham, III: [all the Women: Yeah!] What?::Deuce Bigalow: ...or if she's feeling down, or depressed [Gaspar tries to Stab Him, and misses] Cry WITH Her!::Chadsworth Buckingham, III: Hey, I assure to you that I had no complaints from ANY of those freaks!::Lily: [slaps His face] I faked it!::Deuce Bigalow: Women don't really care if you live in a big house, wear a Rolex watch, or have a gigantic schlong like... like Heinz Hummer.::Mahmoud: This guy knows his shit! [all the Man-Whores unzip their pants, and remove random objects making it look as if they had big packages]::Chadsworth Buckingham, III: [backing off a couple Steps] What are you all doing? Sigh, okay, anyone else? [Lil Kim pulls a Tootsie Roll]::Deuce Bigalow: Let a Woman know you really care about her, and maybe she'll give *you* an Irish Facial.
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Strangers on a train. Late in 1916, a brave and idealistic Russian officer in his 20s comes to his superiors' attention when he stands up to Rasputin at a nightclub. He's asked to carry important papers from Petersburg to Stockholm by train in the dead of winter, a dangerous mission. The first-class carriage may be full of spies, and soon after the train embarks, the man in the next compartment searches Obozow's luggage. A beautiful stranger approaches him, a woman older than he, on a concert tour; a game of cat and mouse ensues with patriotism and emotion sometimes on opposite sides. Can Obozow consummate the affair, reach Stockholm, and maintain his ideals?
Keywords: based-on-novel
Plot
As French bomber crews prepare an air raid from a base in England, we learn the story of Matrac, a French journalist who opposed the Munich Pact. Framed for murder and sent to Devil's Island, he and four others escape. They are on a ship bound for Marseilles when France surrenders and fascist sympathizer Major Duval tries to seize the ship for Vichy.
Keywords: airplane, anti-aircraft, based-on-novel, beating, birthday, bomber, bombing-mission, bribe, burial, butterfly
First Mate: The British will fight.::Chief Engineer: [Sarcastically] Yes, to the last drop of French blood.
Maj. Duval: Haven't you been taught to stand in the presence of officials?::Jean Matrac: [Flatly] No.
Captain Freycinet: It's a fine day.::Renault: Any day that takes us closer to France is a fine day.
Jean Matrac: [to Paula as she is playing the piano] Funny how much more you can say with a few bars of music then a basketful of words.
Captain Freycinet: He still fights. The bombs they're dropping tonight are editorials the Germans will understand.
Petit: I wish I was in France killing pigs of Germans instead of mosquitos.
Ständigt lika ny - ständigt lika rolig
Plot
Minutes before her wedding to Duke Otto Von Seibenheim, Countess Helene Mara flees, on a whim, to Monte Carlo, where she hopes her luck will save her poor financial state. There, Count Rudolph Farriere is taken by her beauty, but she rebuffs him, not even looking at him. Assuming the guise of a hairdresser, he finally succeeds in seeing her, night and morning. Sparks fly, and love ensues - but can she love a lowly hairdresser? As her finances worsen though, the Duke arrives, and his money and social status seem even more enticing. Shunning Rudolph, will her story follow the operatic "unhappy ending", or can she have it all?
Keywords: based-on-novel, based-on-play, bedroom, casino, class-differences, count, countess, france, gambler, gambling
As intimate as a lady's boudoir! (original window card poster)
As exciting as a caress! As intimate as clinging silk!
Count Rudolph Falliere a.k.a. Rudy the hairdresser: I have a system that can't miss. If I happened to be standing beside a brunette I bet on red. If I am standing next to a readhead I bet on black.::Armand: But suppose you're standing next to a blonde. What do you do then?::Count Rudolph Falliere a.k.a. Rudy the hairdresser: I ask where she lives.
Countess Helene Mara: oh, oh, oh, oh... ohohohoo... that feels good... oh,oh... that feels even better... you must have electricity in your hands. I've never felt like this before! Gorgeous!
Countess Helene Mara: After all there's a little difference between us.::Count Rudolph Falliere a.k.a. Rudy the hairdresser: The only difference between us is that you are a woman and I am a man. That's all.::Countess Helene Mara: No, I'm afraid not. I happen to be a countess.::Count Rudolph Falliere a.k.a. Rudy the hairdresser: Yes, I'm a... I am a hairdresser. Alright I am a hairdresser.
Prince Otto Von Seibenheim: I am glad that your hairdresser...::Countess Helene Mara: Please don't mention him. I don't wanna hear another word about hair or hairdresser. What's the opera about?... I asked you what the opera is about?::Prince Otto Von Seibenheim: It's er... all about a hairdresser but I... I can't help it. I didn't write it.
Train Conductor: Are you the lady who jumped on this train after we had started?::Countess Helene Mara: Yes, and I shall complain about it. Trains don't go until I get on them!
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Born to a middle class family in Missoula, Montana, Lynch spent his childhood traveling around the United States, before going on to study painting at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in Philadelphia, where he first made the transition to producing short films. Deciding to devote himself more fully to this medium, he moved to Los Angeles, where he produced his first motion picture, the surrealist horror Eraserhead (1977). After Eraserhead became a cult classic on the midnight movie circuit, Lynch was employed to direct The Elephant Man (1980), from which he gained mainstream success. Then being employed by the De Laurentiis Entertainment Group, he proceeded to make two films: the science-fiction epic Dune (1984), which proved to be a critical and commercial failure, and then a neo-noir crime film, Blue Velvet (1986), which was highly critically acclaimed.