— Hey, don't stop on my account.
— Slevin. It was an accident.
— What, like he tripped and you fell?
You say I'm crazy,
Cause you don't think
I know what you've done,
But when you call me baby,
I know I'm not the only one.
"Dear Grace. I write this letter to you with a heavy heart. I know exactly what you did, and with whom. I will not mention any of it in my report. However, you should be aware that I know you gave yourself to the man who is our sworn enemy. That is not only treason, it is disgusting beyond all measure. Your father would be ashamed of you. And as for myself... I am beyond desolation. You have betrayed every principle and standard of honour that was your birthright. And for what?"
— Love.
You know, of course, that the Tasmanians, who never committed adultery, are now extinct.
Have you ever heard of a guy shouting out «50» when he orgasmed?
— It must hurt when you're called a misogynist.
— Well, I was fucked over by a woman whose name I won’t mention. If I did to her what she did to me, she’d be screaming: ‘Cocksucker, dick’. So when I used the words ‘Slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘cunt’… I’m not proud of that language, but isn’t it better than I wrote a song called I Know You’re Fucking Someone Else than go round to her house with a pick-axe and put it through her head? It’s called sublimation. Listen, I love women. I live for them.
Harry Tasker: — What did you need?
Helen Tasker: — I needed to feel alive. I just wanted to do something outrageous. And it felt really good to be needed. And to be trusted. And to be special. It's just that there's so much I wanted to do with this life and it's like I haven't done any of it. And the sand's running out of the hourglass and I wanted to be able to look back and say «See? I did that! I was reckless and I was wild and I fucking did it!».
Albert Gibson: — What's going on? Sick? Looks like you got gut-kicked.
Harry Tasker: — It's Hel… It's Helen… It's Helen.
Albert Gibson: — It has something to do with Helen, I'm guessing. Helen…
Harry Tasker: — Helen… is having an affair.
Albert Gibson: — Welcome to the club, man!
She spreads herself wide open to let the insects in.
Sheleaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been.
She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin.
Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within.
Oh my beautiful liar,
Oh my precious whore.
My disease my infection,
I am so impure.
I swear I didn't say anything
He just followed me in there
It was like, "what the?"
And he just took my shirt up
And we just right, right there on the sink.
I was so drunk I was dizzy,
And she was in the kitchen
While we were downstairs f*cking and she called me A b*tch, and
I tried to tell her it was nothing
I've gotta stop drinkin' around men,
They take advantage of me.
I want all men to use me
For their only satisfaction.