Jorge: I always knew that you and I were going to end up playing tute!
Viridiana: I know my own weakness, and whatever I do will be humble. But, however little it is, I want to do it alone.
[first lines]

Mother Superior: Sister Viridiana. Your uncle sent word that he can't come to see you take your vows.

Viridiana: Very well, Mother.

Mother Superior: You seem unconcerned.

Viridiana: I hardly know him. I only met him once, years ago.

Mother Superior: He invites you to visit him.

Viridiana: I'd rather not leave the convent.

Mother Superior: I'm afraid he's in poor health. He's your only relative. You should bid him farewell before taking your vows. You will never see him again.
Viridiana: I'd prefer not to see the outside world again.
Mother Superior: Try to show him some affection.
Viridiana: Mother Superior ordered me to come.

Don Jaime: Do I mean so little to you that she had to order you to come?

Viridiana: Frankly, yes. I'm not a good liar, Uncle. I respect you and I'm grateful for your material support. But beyond that...

Don Jaime: No affection.

Viridiana: None.
Don Jaime: Loneliness has made me self-centered.
Don Jaime: The weeds have taken over these last 20 years. And aside from the first floor, the house is overrun with spiders.
Don Jaime: You're so much like your aunt, even in the way you walk.

Viridiana: You've told me before.

Don Jaime: There! Even your voice is like hers.
Ramona: Her nightgown is made of very coarse linen. It must chafe her delicate skin.

Don Jaime: That's enough now. Go to bed.
Moncho: Don't be afraid, miss. Shall I guide your hand? Give it a pull.

Viridiana: No, I can't.
Rita: I saw you in your nightgown.

Viridiana: What? Is that true?

Rita: Yes, Yes, I saw you.

Moncho: Don't listen. She's a little liar.

Rita: It's true! It's true! When she was dressing, her hairpins fell out, and she picked them up.

Viridiana: How did you see me?

Rita: From the terrace.

Viridiana: It's wicked to spy on people. You shouldn't do that.
Don Jaime: You're spoiling me. What will I do when I'm alone again?

Viridiana: You choose to be alone.
Don Jaime: She shows no gratitude. Sometimes I feel like hitting her.
Don Jaime: We must do something special tonight as a farewell.

Viridiana: [grabs an apple offered by Jorge and takes a bite] Whatever you wish.

Don Jaime: I'd like to ask you an innocent favor, but one that means a lot to me.

Viridiana: Today I can refuse you nothing.

Don Jaime: So you'll do what I request?

Viridiana: You have only to ask.

[takes another bite of the apple]
Don Jaime: What a strange girl you are! When I asked this of you, you seemed offended and said no. Now suddenly you make me the happiest man in the world.
Don Jaime: Who could be more further apart than an old man who lives alone and a young woman consecrated to God?
Don Jaime: You've made me forget the passion that sustained me all these years.
Don Jaime: I had to force you. It was the only way to have you in my arms.

Viridiana: You're lying.

Don Jaime: No, it's true. I made you mine while you slept.
Don Jaime: I only possessed you in my thoughts.
Jorge: What a strange man. I wish I knew what he was like.
Lucia: Why the scowl?

Jorge: Viridiana gets on my nerves.

Lucia: She's crazy.

Jorge: Not crazy. Rotten with piety.
Jorge: How can you enjoy living like this and spending so much time alone?

Viridiana: I'm not like you. You have your wife.

Jorge: She's not my wife. I don't need anyone's blessing to live with a woman.
Viridiana: If you must come again, please know first and wait till I tell you to enter.
Jorge: Helping a few beggars does nothing for the thousands of others.
Jorge: Such is life. It throws some people together and pulls others apart. What can we do about it?
Viridiana: Hail Mary, full of grace. And blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Viridiana: Behold the handmaid of the Lord. Be it done unto me.
Jorge: Why does a man leave a woman? If you don't know, I won't explain. A pious woman like you with no blood in her veins might be shocked.
Jorge: Why are you staring at me like that? You know, Ramona, if you fixed yourself up a bit, you could be pretty. Nice small teeth. Full lips. What more do you want?
Don Amalio: Two of us decided to go begging in the vestibules of high-class churches. The girls passing by smelled so sweet you could almost feel them.

Old Beggar: You could smell them, but you couldn't touch them.
[last lines]

Jorge: Cut the cards. Like this. You won't believe it, but the first time I saw you, I thought, "My cousin Viridiana and I will end up shuffling the deck together."

Viridiana Quotes

Extended Reading

Viridiana short comments

Theron 2022-03-20 09:02:23

Buñuel's masterpiece, Palme d'Or, Cannes, 1961. ①Bunuel’s humorous allegory and the flogging of reality, religious disillusionment and secular ugliness; ②The "Last Supper" subversion parody with sacred music, which is admirable; ③The cross-editing of prayer and labor and multiple metaphorical montages; ④Rope skipping -Hanging-trousers-rape, reincarnation throughout; ⑤ all cats are black at night, all sins are bright during the day; ⑥ the director is a foot fetish. (8.8/10)
Bernadette 2022-03-18 09:01:05

In a standard three-act play, Mr. Bu uses the mirror very elegantly (the position is fine, and the shots are simply exemplary), much more exquisite than the Mexican period. Although it is not surreal, it satirizes "Utopian Socialism" severely. The third act can't help but reminiscent of Han's three or something. The highlight is the cos of the Last Supper.