Nicholas: [after being punished for scratching one of Teresa's records] That Froggy bitch pulled my ear off!

Philip Fairweather: Here, here, here! Who taught you to speak like that?

Nicholas: Mum did!

Philip Fairweather: [slaps the back of Nicholas's hand] That'll teach you to tell lies.
Albie: He's mad at us, isn't he?

Richard: He told me I was "mentally retiring", or something like that.

Albie: Yeah?

Richard: Yeah.

Albie: He's angry with us, isn't he?

Richard: He gave me Hell.
George: Take back your bloody filthy insinuations and get the hell out of my - fortress. Fortress. Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out.
Richard: Here we are!

Albie: Where?

Richard: In this shit...
[repeated line]

Albie: RICHARD!
George: Agnes!
[first lines]

Richard: What the hell are you doing?
Teresa: Don't put your feet in my face like that.
Richard: One doesn't choose the time one gets into trouble.
Richard: Albert and me are having some trouble. Get it - little fairy?
George: What's the name of this rock pile?

Richard: Rob Roy. Lindisfarne Island, Northumberland.

George: What? Speak up!

Richard: Rob Roy! Lindisfarne Island! Northumberland!
Teresa: Another gorilla, like you.

Richard: You ain't English, are ya? Continental, huh? You got an accent. You ain't British.

George: Well, you're not exactly Anglo-Saxon yourself.

Richard: Snotty, huh? I'm acting regular with you, and you're acting snotty. I'm regular with you, ain't I?

George: My-My wife is French.

Richard: All right.
Teresa: You make me sick! If you were a man, you would not let this big creep insult me.

George: Nobody's insulting you, sweetie pie.
Richard: Don't worry. I got the both of them locked up upstairs in their pad.

Albie: He could skip by the window.

Richard: Who?

Albie: The queer.
Teresa: You let that big creep insult me without saying a word. You, the big war hero.

George: That's nothing to do with it. I was in the tanks.

Teresa: You told me the cavalry.

George: The armored cavalry.

Teresa: What's that?
Albie: That's it. Ah! I lost it.

Richard: What have you lost?

Albie: The Little Bear. I can't find it anymore.
Albie: There must be some booze in this dump. I'd like a drink.

Richard: Albie, lie down! You got a belly full of holes, and you want a drink? Lie down!

Albie: You've got a head full of holes, and you still want to argue. Let go of me, you half-wit! I want a drink, I tell you!
Albie: I want a nip!

Richard: Alright. Lie down, now.

Albie: I want a nip!
Richard: I locked you up, you little tramp, didn't I? Didn't I? Why'd you get out? You want me to teach you a lesson, huh? Well, my name ain't George, and I don't wear horns. I could punch that pretty puss of yours into a pumpkin. Is that what you want?
Richard: I don't dig chicks like you.
Teresa: Why are you digging?

Richard: It's a hobby I got.
Teresa: May I go and get something in the house? May I go? Please.

Richard: Go to hell.

Teresa: Thank you.
Richard: You lunkhead! Come on down. I won't eat ya!
Richard: Mind you, I recognize everybody's opinion. I concede there are a few priests who really believe in what they preach, but most of them are phonies. It's the same thing everywhere.
Richard: Cheers, old chap.

George: I never drink.

Richard: You ain't refusing to have a drink with Dickie, are you?

George: I can't drink alcohol. It makes me sick. Especially this time in the morning.

Richard: Either you're a pal or you ain't. Time don't make no difference with pals. Bottoms up.
Richard: What a rock pile. Eleventh century.

George: Romantic age.

Richard: Bring on the little girls! You could throw some real wild orgies in that old castle of yours - couldn't you, you old bastard, you?
George: She's just a girl, a child. She's a naughty little girl.

Richard: A child, my foot.

George: I worship her. I'm absolutely crazy about her.

Richard: You're a sucker.

George: Have you ever been in love?
Richard: You poor bugger.
Richard: They're all whores! I don't give a damn for you or your goddamn love life.
[repeated line]

Richard: Make it snappy.
Philip Fairweather: Oh, yes, of course I remember! Oh! Bonnie Prince Charlie?

Marion Fairweather: No, no! The Roundheads!

Philip Fairweather: The Roundheads, with all those bagpipes?

Cecil: Jacobites.
Philip Fairweather: I wouldn't put up with that fellow's language.

George: Yes, I know, but good gardeners are awfully difficult to come by, you know.
Cecil: You'll ruin that painting hanging it over the fireplace.

George: Oh, it doesn't matter.

Teresa: George painted it.
Marion Fairweather: You're going to have an exhibition?

Philip Fairweather: Hey, you've been hiding things from us. When are you going to have this show?

George: Surely you can see Teresa's pulling both your legs. She's teaching me to work in oils. I'm just a Sunday painter like a thousand others.

Marion Fairweather: Grandma Moses!
George: Nag, nag! Nagging bitch! That's all you are. All you care about is your gossip. Your nag, nag, chitter-chatter - - That's your only aim in life.

Marion Fairweather: Poor George. Poor George. It was bound to end like this. He's gone completely off his rocker because of that tart.

George: Say that again.

Marion Fairweather: Tart! She's a tart! One has only to look at you to see that she'd go to bed with anything in trousers.

George: The tart, as you call her, happens to be my wife.

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Clarissa 2022-03-14 08:01:02

Why can't I always understand the absurd
Lela 2022-03-14 08:01:02

Unlike Polanski's other masterpieces, "Dead End" is less about suspense than thriller, but more like an absurd black comedy. In this allegorical film, photography and scheduling are definitely the biggest highlights. Although some shots will give people a sense of deliberateness, they have to admire the director's ability at the same time. For example, the one-shot beach scene is really impressive. Also, Françoise Dorléac is very beautiful.