Notting Hill Quotes

Anna Scott: You know what they say about men with big feet.

William: No, I don't, actually. What's that?

Anna Scott: Big feet... large shoes.

[who will get the last brownie?]

Anna Scott: Wait, what about me?

Max: Sorry, you think *you* deserve the brownie?

Anna Scott: Well a shot at it at least huh?

William: Well, you'll have to fight me for it, this is a very good brownie.

Anna Scott: I've been on a diet every day since I was nineteen, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade. I've had a series of not nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. Ah, and every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment. And it's taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this.

Honey: Really?

Anna Scott: Really. And, one day not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can't act and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while.

Max: [long pause] Nah, nice try gorgeous, but you don't fool anyone.

William: Pathetic effort to hog the brownie.

Bernie: But she said she wanted to go out with you?

William: Yes - sort of...

Bernie: That's nice.

William: What?

Bernie: Well, you know, anybody saying they want to go out with you is... pretty great... isn't it...?

William: It was sort of sweet actually - I mean, I know she's an actress and all that, so she can deliver a line - but she said that she might be as famous as can be - but also... that she was just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

[pause]

William: Oh, sod a dog. I've made the wrong decision, haven't I?

P.R. Chief: Dominic... if you'd like to ask your question again?

Journalist: Yes. Anna, how long are you intending to stay here in Britain?

Anna Scott: [pause] Indefinitely.

William: Whoopsidaisies!

Anna Scott: What did you say?

William: Nothing.

Anna Scott: Yes you did.

William: No I didn't.

Anna Scott: You said "whoopsidaisies".

William: I don't think so. No one says "whoopsidaisies" do they? Unless they're...

Anna Scott: There *is* no "unless." No one has said "whoopsidaisies" for fifty years and even then it was only little girls with blonde ringlets.

William: Exactly. Here we go again.

[He falls off the fence again]

William: Whoopsidaisies. It's a disease I've got. It's a clinical thing. I'm taking pills and having injections. It won't last long.

Anna Scott: Can I stay for a while?

William: You can stay forever.

William: I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name.

Anna Scott: I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Anna Scott: I can't believe you have that picture on your wall.

William: You like Chagall?

Anna Scott: I do. It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky.

William: With a goat playing the violin.

Anna Scott: Yes - happiness isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat.

Honey: William just turned down Anna Scott.

Spike: You daft prick.

Anna Scott: Rita Hayworth used to say, "They go to bed with Gilda; they wake up with me."

William: Who's Gilda?

Anna Scott: Her most famous part. Men went to bed with the dream; they didn't like it when they would wake up with the reality. Do you feel that way?

William: You are lovelier this morning than you have ever been.

William: Is this your first film?

12-yr-old Actress: Well... actually it's my 22nd!

William: Any favorites among the 22?

12-yr-old Actress: Working with Leonardo.

William: DaVinci?

12-yr-old Actress: DiCaprio.

William: Of course. And is... is he your favorite Italian director?

William: Sorry about the "surreal but nice" comment.

Anna Scott: Don't worry, I thought the whole apricot honey thing was the real low point.

P.R. Chief: Next question? Yes. You in the pink shirt.

William: Uh, right. Miss Scott, are there any circumstances that you and he might be more than just friends.

Anna Scott: I hoped that there would be but I've been assured that there's not.

William: Yes, but what if...

P.R. Chief: I'm sorry. Just the one question.

Anna Scott: No. It's alright. You were saying?

William: I was just wondering what if this person...

Journalist: Thacker. His name is Thacker.

William: Right. Thanks. What if, uh, Mr. Thacker realized that he had been a daft prick and got down on his knees and begged you to reconsider if you would... indeed... reconsider.

Anna Scott: [pause] Yes. I believe I would.

William: That's wonderful news. The readers of Horse and Hound will be relieved.