Melancholia Quotes

[crying into her meatloaf]

Justine: It tastes like ashes!

Justine: But I tried, Claire.

Claire: You did. I know you did.

[last lines]

Justine: [to Leo and Claire as Melancholia approaches] Hold my hand. Close your eyes.

John: Gaby, I'm sorry to disturb you, but we're ready to cut the cake.

Gaby: [behind the bathroom door] When Justine took her first crap on the potty, I wasn't there. When she had her first sexual intercourse, I wasn't there. So give me a break, please, with all your fucking rituals.

Justine: The earth is evil. We don't need to grieve for it.

Claire: What?

Justine: Nobody will miss it.

Claire: But where would Leo grow?

Justine: All I know is, life on earth is evil.

Claire: Then maybe life somewhere else.

Justine: But there isn't.

Claire: How do you know?

Justine: Because I know things.

Claire: Oh yes, you always imagined you did.

Justine: I know we're alone.

Claire: I don't think you know that at all.

Justine: 678. The bean lottery. Nobody guessed the amount of beans in the bottle.

Claire: No, that's right.

Justine: But I know. 678.

Claire: Well, perhaps. But what does that prove?

Justine: That I know things. And when I say we're alone, we're alone. Life is only on earth, and not for long.

[first lines]

Michael: Sir. Eh...

[looking backward]

Michael: Yeah, you're good. You can back up a little more, if you want. I think you need the... I think you need that extra...

Justine: [laughing] I don't think he can hear you.

Michael: Sir. Sir, can you hear me up there?

[fiddling with controls]

Michael: Do you copy, sailor? He's in a different county, I think that's...

Justine: [laughing]

Leo: Dad says there's nothing to do then. Nowhere to hide.

Justine: If your dad said that, then he's forgotten about something. He's forgotten about the magic cave.

John: You'd better be goddamn happy.

Justine: Yes, I should be. I really should be.

John: Do you have any idea how much this party cost me? A ballpark figure?

Justine: No. I don't. Should I?

John: Yes, I think you should. A great deal of money. A huge amount of money. In fact for most people, an arm and a leg.

Justine: I hope you feel it's well spent.

John: Well, that depends whether or not we have a deal.

Justine: A deal?

John: Yes, a deal. That you be happy.

Justine: Yes, of course. Of course we have a deal.

Jack: Too bad about Tim.

Justine: What about Tim?

Jack: That he got fired. he didn't last many hours in the business, but then again, it's a rather unpredictable one. You're a king one day and beggar the next.

[to Tim]

Jack: So, you go right back to wherever you came from, right, buddy?

Justine: I was just thinking - what if instead we try and sell you to the public, Jack? Well then, surprisingly, I'd arrive right back where I started from - at nothing.

Tim: "Nothing." It's not such a bad tagline, Jack.

Jack: Would my newly pledged A.D. please expand a little on her thoughts of the tagline?

Justine: Nothing is too much for you, Jack. I hate you and your firm so deeply I couldn't find the words to describe it. You are a despicable power-hungry little man, Jack.

Jack: Is that a resignation? Because they aren't too many jobs out there, I tell you.

Tim: The way I see it, you're now short of a boss and a husband, could I, in all humility, offer my services? You have the ideas. I have the head for business. We could be the perfect couple. We've had good sex.

Justine: I don't think that's a very good idea.

Tim: No. No.

Justine: You want to meet on the terrace, and sip wine, the three of us?

Claire: It would make me happy.

Justine: Do you know what I think of your plan?

Claire: No. I was hoping that you might like it.

Justine: I think it's a piece of shit.

Claire: Please, Justine. I just want it to be nice...

Justine: Nice? Why don't we meet on the fucking toilet?

Claire: Fine, then - let's not...

Justine: You're damn right let's not!

Claire: I really hate you sometimes...

Michael: This could have been a lot different.

Justine: Yes. But, Michael... what did you expect?

Justine: I'm frightened, Mom. I have trouble walking properly.

Gaby: You can still wobble, I see. So just wobble the hell out of here. Stop dreaming, Justine.

Justine: I'm scared.

Gaby: We all are, sweetie. Just forget it. Get the hell out of here.

[repeated line]

Claire: I really hate you sometimes, Justine...