The Party Quotes

  • Jinny: I don't think! It might ruin everything. It usually does.

  • Tom: Oh, here we go: you fucking English intellectuals! You think you're so superior, huh: even you need money, Bill! Money bought the house, not fucking ideas!

    Bill: [Slowly, but assuredly] NOT dirty money...

    Tom: No money is clean - Bill. It all comes through the system and into your pocket; into your grubby little pocket!

    Bill: It's real money: cash, Tom: you trade in fictional profits, stolen from worker's hard earned paycheck funds.

    Tom: [Exasperatedly; shouting!] Stolen?

    [Gesticulating wildly at Bill]

    Tom: From the mouth of the man who stole my wife!

  • April: You're a *first* class lesbian and a *second* rate thinker. Must be all those women's studies.

  • Martha: I too am frequently described by internet trolls as an embarrassment, or worse. Much worse, actually. Is it a crime to be an embarrassment?

  • Gottfried: Western medicine is voodoo.

  • Bill: Yes, yes, and I'm Bill, I think. Well, I used to be.

  • Janet: It's not fake. It's just sometimes you have to pretend. In order to win.

  • April: Oh, don't worry about her. Looks like a girl, thinks like a man. Androgynous soul always had true grit.

  • Martha: April, really. I am a professor. Specializing in domestic labour gender differentiation in American utopianism.

  • April: Please tell me you're not meditating, Gottfried. Pull yourself together!

  • Martha: Where is Janet?

    April: Doing a Thatcher. Proving she can still rustle up a canape in the kitchen when necessary, despite her political prowess.

  • April: Gottfried and I are seperating. This is our last supper.

  • April: The beautiful Marianne, queen of spin and that ridiculously handsome husband of hers. Too bad he's a wanker banker with a mysterious ability to make millions out of other's misfortune.

  • April: You mean you'll be her boss?

    Janet: Well, I don't actually use that word, but yes, I suppose so.

    April: So she'll be your underling, taking copious notes while plotting how to take your place some time.

  • Janet: We will be sharing an office now, she is on my team.

    April: Lucky you, gazing on all that genetic good fortune.

  • April: Look, if Dennis Thatcher and Prince Philip could trail behind their female leaders without complaint, then so can Bill.

  • Martha: I guess we're going to be a collective. Just when I got used to the idea of us being a couple.

    Jinny: Martha! We're going to be a *family*.

  • April: Babies, excuse me Jinny, Martha, babies get born every day in extremely large numbers to the point of endangering the planet and all our futures. It's not every day, however, that one of us becomes a minister. In your entirely rotten and useless opposition party.

  • Jinny: IVF is practically a miracle.

    April: And I thought it was a procedure involving a Petri dish.

  • Gottfried: I believe it's better to hit a cushion than to eat herself.

    April: She wants to smash his face in, not ruin her soft furnishings.

  • Martha: Well, someone has to do the thinking. Especially now that you are taking care of the animal side of things.

    Jinny: Animal? Is that what you think I've become? A few more hormones helping my body to support new life, and suddenly I'm an animal?

  • Gottfried: It's good that this is all coming out, very good. But now I think you need to protect yourself from so much negative female energy.

  • Janet: [Last lines] You told me you loved *me*. Me! Traitor.

  • Bill: She wants love *and ideas*. You see, Tom? Not money, or business. Such a... such an intelligent, such a sensitive woman. Such a *passionate* woman.

    Gottfried: Brothers, you have something *beautiful* in common.

  • Janet: You decided to let them

    [Bill and Marianne]

    Janet: do it

    [sex]

    Janet: in your flat?

    Martha: Well, I-I thought better than in your house... from your point of view.

  • Jinny: So you have had a man inside you after all. And it was fun. That is so disgusting. I'm disgusted.

    April: Oh, it sounds like you might have *three* little men inside you.

    [Tom laughs]