Gods and Monsters Quotes

Clayton Boone: No, I don't have a girlfriend.

James Whale: Why not?

Clayton Boone: You have to kiss some ass to get a piece of it.

James Whale: Ma'am, may I introduce Mr Clayton Boone, my gardener.

Clayton Boone: How do you do? Clay Boone.

Princess Margaret: Quite. I adore gardens.

James Whale: He's never met a princess, only queens.

James Whale: I suppose you'd like the top down?

Clayton Boone: If that's all right with you.

James Whale: Nothing would please me more.

David Lewis: You only embarrass yourself.

James Whale: Oh dear, I'll never work in this town again.

James Whale: There was a time when this place was full of pricks. Big, hard, arrogant pricks.

Clayton Boone: Enough already. Isn't it bad enough that you tell me you're a fucking homo? You have to rub it in my face?

James Whale: Who is this new yardman?

Hannah: Mr. Bugen... something B... I don't know. He came cheap!

Hannah: Poor Mr. Jimmy. There is much good in him, but he will suffer the fires of hell.

Clayton Boone: Oh yeah?

Hannah: That is what the priests tell me. His sins of the flesh will keep him from heaven.

Clayton Boone: Hell, everybody's got those.

Hannah: No. His is the worst. The unspeakable. The deed no man can name without shame. What is the good English? All I know is bugger, he's a bugger, men who bugger each other...

Clayton Boone: A homo?

Hannah: *Yes*, you *know*...

Edmund Kay: You're a dirty old man.

James Whale: Oh.

Clayton Boone: What was that all about?

[referring to conversation between Whale and Cuckor]

James Whale: Oh, don't worry. Nothing of any importance. Just two old men slapping each other with lilies.

James Whale: [while sketching Boone] Oh, that shirt, Mr. Boone.

Clayton Boone: Hmm?

James Whale: Yes, I-I am sorry. It's just too white. It's too distracting. Would it be asking you too much to take it off?

Clayton Boone: [nervous] Well, I'm not wearing an undershirt today.

James Whale: Oh, pish posh, I'm not your Aunt Tillie.

[first lines]

Hannah: [whispering] She was ugly when I brought her. I not like her. Mr. Jimmy not like her. Better you indicate, Mr. David.

David Lewis: Stop.

Hannah: Shhh.

James Whale: Am I right in assuming, Mr. Kay, that it's not me that you're interested in, but only my horror pictures?

Edmund Kay: No, but it's the horror movies you'll be remembered for.

James Whale: I'm not dead yet, Mr. Kay.

Clayton Boone: Well, um, w-what were some of your movies?

James Whale: Oh, this and that. The only ones that you may have heard of are the Frankenstein movies.

Clayton Boone: Frankenstein? And, um, uh, Bride of Frankenstein? And the Son of? And the other ones too?

James Whale: Uh, no, I-I just directed the first two. The others were done by hacks.

Betty: Sounds screwy to me. I can't imagine a real artist wanting to spend time looking at that kisser.

Clayton Boone: Oh, yeah? Well, this kisser wasn't so bad that you couldn't lay under it a couple of times.

Betty: I bet he's some fruit just pretending to be famous so that he can get in the big guy's pants.

Clayton Boone: What makes you say that?

Betty: Just thinking out loud.

Clayton Boone: Well, why don't you just keep your dirty thoughts to yourself?

Betty: Alright then, he's interested in you for your conversation. We all know what a great talker you are.

Clayton Boone: Fuck you.

Betty: Not anymore you don't.

[Hannah is disturbed by the image of Boris Karloff as Frankenstein's Monster]

Hannah: Oh, that monster. How could you be working with him?

James Whale: Don't be daft. He's a very proper actor... and the dullest fellow imaginable.

Ernest Thesiger: [speaking to Colin Clive about the implications behind the Bride of Frankenstein's dress and hair] I gather we not only did her hair, but dressed her. What a couple of queens we are, Colin.

James Whale: Yes, that's right, a couple of flaming queens. Pretorius is a little bit in love with Dr. Frankenstein, you know.

[last lines]

Michael Boone: [viewing James Whale's illustration of Clayton as Frankenstein's monster] Is this for real?

Dana Boone: Clay, take out the trash before it rains.

Clayton Boone: Come on.

Hannah: Mr. Boone. He is an interesting friend.

James Whale: I'd hardly call our yardman a friend.

Hannah: No. But someone you can talk to.

James Whale: [Whale stops, turns to Hanna] Do you miss having someone to talk to, Hanna?

Hannah: I have my family. Also our Lord Jesus Christ.

James Whale: Of course. How is the old boy these days?

Clayton Boone: [speaking about joining the marines] It was a chance to be a part of something important. Something that's, that's bigger than yourself.

James Whale: So, what happened?

Clayton Boone: Didn't have the guts for it... Literally. My appendix *burst*... They gave me a medical discharge. And the only thing I can think is how the hell am I gonna tell my father?

[pauses]

Clayton Boone: And you know what happened when I finally did tell him?

[pauses]

Clayton Boone: He laughed at me.

[pauses]

Clayton Boone: Well, that's the breaks, huh? So... no war stories for this pup.

James Whale: That's where you're wrong, Clayton... You just told me one... A very good story indeed.