Naked Quotes
Parallel tales of two sexually obsessed men, one hurting and annoying women physically and mentally, one wandering around the city talking to strangers and experiencing dimensions of life.
Louise: So what happened, were you bored in Manchester?
Johnny: Was I bored? No, I wasn't fuckin' bored. I'm never bored. That's the trouble with everybody - you're all so bored. You've had nature explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the living body explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the universe explained to you and you're bored with it, so now you want cheap thrills and, like, plenty of them, and it doesn't matter how tawdry or vacuous they are as long as it's new as long as it's new as long as it flashes and fuckin' bleeps in forty fuckin' different colors. So whatever else you can say about me, I'm not fuckin' bored.
Johnny: Was I bored? No, I wasn't fuckin' bored. I'm never bored. That's the trouble with everybody - you're all so bored. You've had nature explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the living body explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the universe explained to you and you're bored with it, so now you want cheap thrills and, like, plenty of them, and it doesn't matter how tawdry or vacuous they are as long as it's new as long as it's new as long as it flashes and fuckin' bleeps in forty fuckin' different colors. So whatever else you can say about me, I'm not fuckin' bored.
Louise: How did you get here?
Johnny: Well, basically, there was this little dot, right? And the dot went bang and the bang expanded. Energy formed into matter, matter cooled, matter lived, the amoeba to fish, to fish to fowl, to fowl to frog, to frog to mammal, the mammal to monkey, to monkey to man, amo amas amat, quid pro quo, memento mori, ad infinitum, sprinkle on a little bit of grated cheese and leave under the grill till Doomsday.
Johnny: Well, basically, there was this little dot, right? And the dot went bang and the bang expanded. Energy formed into matter, matter cooled, matter lived, the amoeba to fish, to fish to fowl, to fowl to frog, to frog to mammal, the mammal to monkey, to monkey to man, amo amas amat, quid pro quo, memento mori, ad infinitum, sprinkle on a little bit of grated cheese and leave under the grill till Doomsday.
Johnny: Has nobody not told you, Brian, that you've got this kind of gleeful preoccupation with the future? I wouldn't even mind, but you don't even have a fuckin' future, I don't have a future. Nobody has a future. The party's over. Take a look around you man, it's all breaking up. Are you not familiar with the book of Revelations of St. John, the final book of the Bible prophesying the apocalypse?... He forced everyone to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead so that no one shall be able to buy or sell unless he has the mark, which is the name of the beast, or the number of his name, and the number of the beast is 6-6-6... What can such a specific prophecy mean? What is the mark? Well the mark, Brian, is the barcode, the ubiquitous barcode that you'll find on every bog roll and packet of johnnies and every poxy pork pie, and every fuckin' barcode is divided into two parts by three markers, and those three markers are always represented by the number 6. 6-6-6! Now what does it say? No one shall be able to buy or sell without that mark. And now what they're planning to do in order to eradicate all credit card fraud and in order to precipitate a totally cashless society, what they're planning to do, what they've already tested on the American troops, they're going to subcutaneously laser tattoo that mark onto your right hand, or onto your forehead. They're going to replace plastic with flesh. Fact! In the same book of Revelations when the seven seals are broken open on the day of judgment and the seven angels blow the trumpets, when the third angel blows her bugle, wormwood will fall from the sky, wormwood will poison a third part of all the waters and a third part of all the land and many many many people will die! Now do you know what the Russian translation for wormwood is?... Chernobyl! Fact. On August the 18th, 1999, the planets of our solar system are gonna line up into the shape of a cross... They're gonna line up in the signs of Aquarius, Leo, Taurus, and Scorpio, which just happen to correspond to the four beasts of the apocalypse, as mentioned in the book of Daniel, another fuckin' fact! Do you want me to go on? The end of the world is nigh, Brian, the game is up!
Brian: I don't believe that. Life can't just come to a stop.
Johnny: All right, I'm not saying that life will end or the world will end, or the universe will cease to exist. But man will cease to exist! Just like the dinosaurs passed into extinction, the same thing will happen to us! We're not fuckin' important! We're just a crap idea!
Brian: I don't believe that. Life can't just come to a stop.
Johnny: All right, I'm not saying that life will end or the world will end, or the universe will cease to exist. But man will cease to exist! Just like the dinosaurs passed into extinction, the same thing will happen to us! We're not fuckin' important! We're just a crap idea!
Johnny: And what is it what goes on in this postmodern gas chamber?
Brian: Nothing. It's empty.
Johnny: So what is it you guard, then?
Brian: Space.
Johnny: You're guarding space? That's stupid, isn't it? Because someone could break in there and steal all the fuckin' space and you wouldn't know it's gone, would you?
Brian: Good point.
Brian: Nothing. It's empty.
Johnny: So what is it you guard, then?
Brian: Space.
Johnny: You're guarding space? That's stupid, isn't it? Because someone could break in there and steal all the fuckin' space and you wouldn't know it's gone, would you?
Brian: Good point.
Johnny: Have you ever thought, right, but you don't know, but you may have already lived the happiest day in your whole fuckin' life and all you have left to look forward to is fuckin' sickness and purgatory?
Sophie: Oh, shit. I just live from day to day.
Johnny: I tend to skip a day now and again, if you know what I mean.
Sophie: Oh, shit. I just live from day to day.
Johnny: I tend to skip a day now and again, if you know what I mean.
[last lines]
Sandra: What is your problem?
Johnny: What's *your* problem?
Sandra: All these silly questions and...
Johnny: Well look - I've never met a nurse before and I'm just interested in, uh, well in life. I mean, do you think it's worth saving?
Sandra: Of course I do. But there is a time and a place and actually this isn't the time or...
Johnny: The place?
Sandra: No. And this is where I...
Johnny: Live?
Sandra: Yes, and I'm not feeling very...
Johnny: Sexy?
Sandra: ...comfortable, actually. I'm not feeling very comfortable.
Johnny: Well make yourself comfortable, luv, or slip into something more
[mouths the word]
Johnny: comfortable.
Sandra: [starts to leave] My bath. Hot toast. Hot milk. Hot water bottle. Bed. Sleep.
Johnny: Do you like me?
Sandra: I don't know you so...
Johnny: Do you find me attractive?
[Sandra is speechless]
Johnny: Well listen luv, it's like this - I find you attractive. Very attractive.
Sandra: Enough. I've had enough. It comes at me from all angles... You... all of you just... it's the tin lids... When... how will the world ever...
Johnny: End?
Sandra: Yes!
[Sandra leaves]
Sandra: What is your problem?
Johnny: What's *your* problem?
Sandra: All these silly questions and...
Johnny: Well look - I've never met a nurse before and I'm just interested in, uh, well in life. I mean, do you think it's worth saving?
Sandra: Of course I do. But there is a time and a place and actually this isn't the time or...
Johnny: The place?
Sandra: No. And this is where I...
Johnny: Live?
Sandra: Yes, and I'm not feeling very...
Johnny: Sexy?
Sandra: ...comfortable, actually. I'm not feeling very comfortable.
Johnny: Well make yourself comfortable, luv, or slip into something more
[mouths the word]
Johnny: comfortable.
Sandra: [starts to leave] My bath. Hot toast. Hot milk. Hot water bottle. Bed. Sleep.
Johnny: Do you like me?
Sandra: I don't know you so...
Johnny: Do you find me attractive?
[Sandra is speechless]
Johnny: Well listen luv, it's like this - I find you attractive. Very attractive.
Sandra: Enough. I've had enough. It comes at me from all angles... You... all of you just... it's the tin lids... When... how will the world ever...
Johnny: End?
Sandra: Yes!
[Sandra leaves]
Jeremy: You've got wonderful breasts.
Masseuse: Don't you mean "tits"?
Jeremy: Are they both the same size, or is one bigger than the other?
Masseuse: I don't know. D'you want to weigh them?
Jeremy: [waitress pops champagne cork] Is that a proposition?
Masseuse: No, it's a threat... Are you rich?
Jeremy: [messily eating fried chicken] Life is for enjoying.
Masseuse: What about family? Have you got any brothers or sisters?
Jeremy: I try not to remember.
Masseuse: You're sexually frustrated, aren't you?
Jeremy: [chortles and snickers]
Masseuse: What's funny?
Jeremy: Are you a feminist?
Masseuse: No.
Jeremy: Do you like fucking?
Masseuse: Do you like wanking?
Jeremy: Not on my own, no.
Jeremy: [licks his fingers]
Masseuse: Don't you mean "tits"?
Jeremy: Are they both the same size, or is one bigger than the other?
Masseuse: I don't know. D'you want to weigh them?
Jeremy: [waitress pops champagne cork] Is that a proposition?
Masseuse: No, it's a threat... Are you rich?
Jeremy: [messily eating fried chicken] Life is for enjoying.
Masseuse: What about family? Have you got any brothers or sisters?
Jeremy: I try not to remember.
Masseuse: You're sexually frustrated, aren't you?
Jeremy: [chortles and snickers]
Masseuse: What's funny?
Jeremy: Are you a feminist?
Masseuse: No.
Jeremy: Do you like fucking?
Masseuse: Do you like wanking?
Jeremy: Not on my own, no.
Jeremy: [licks his fingers]
Jeremy: Hope I haven't given you AIDS, Sophie.
Louise: Jesus Christ.
Sophie: Are you serious?
Jeremy: I was merely jesting.
Louise: Very funny.
Jeremy: I think AIDS is rather healthy in its way.
Louise: You what?
Jeremy: I realise that's not the fashionable thing to say, of course.
Louise: No, it's not.
Jeremy: But the world is over crowded, isn't it? It does need a little pruning.
Sophie: You fuckin' better be joking?
Louise: Jesus Christ.
Sophie: Are you serious?
Jeremy: I was merely jesting.
Louise: Very funny.
Jeremy: I think AIDS is rather healthy in its way.
Louise: You what?
Jeremy: I realise that's not the fashionable thing to say, of course.
Louise: No, it's not.
Jeremy: But the world is over crowded, isn't it? It does need a little pruning.
Sophie: You fuckin' better be joking?
Johnny: Look, if you take the whole of time and represent it by one year, were only in the first few moments of the first of January. There's a long way to go. Only now were not going to spout extra limbs and wings and fins because evolution itself is evolving. When it comes, the apocalypse itself will be part of the process of that leap of evolution.
Brian: Yeah, well. Whatever happens mankind will not cease to exist
Johnny: We must! By the very definition of apocalypse, mankind must cease to exist, at least in a material form.
Brian: What do you mean, in a material form?
Johnny: We will evolve.
Brian: What into?
Johnny: We'll evolve into something that transcends matter, into a species of pure thought. Are you with me?
Brian: Yeah... like a ghost
Johnny: Not like a fucking ghost you big girl's blouse! Into something thats well beyond our comprehension. Into a universal consciousness. Into God. Who is by the same principle that time is.
Brian: You don't believe in God
Johnny: Of course I believe in God
Brian: Yeah, well. Whatever happens mankind will not cease to exist
Johnny: We must! By the very definition of apocalypse, mankind must cease to exist, at least in a material form.
Brian: What do you mean, in a material form?
Johnny: We will evolve.
Brian: What into?
Johnny: We'll evolve into something that transcends matter, into a species of pure thought. Are you with me?
Brian: Yeah... like a ghost
Johnny: Not like a fucking ghost you big girl's blouse! Into something thats well beyond our comprehension. Into a universal consciousness. Into God. Who is by the same principle that time is.
Brian: You don't believe in God
Johnny: Of course I believe in God
Johnny: You know what frightens me about the human body?
Sophie: What?
Johnny: Well, it's like the, er, most sophisticated mechanism in the entire universe, and yet it's so fuckin' quiet, isn't it? Know what I mean?
Sophie: Dunno. Mine makes enough noise.
Johnny: It's like this, er, wet, pink factory. What the fuck are they makin' in there? I mean, what's the product? You never see no delivery trucks comin' and goin', do you?
Sophie: What?
Johnny: Well, it's like the, er, most sophisticated mechanism in the entire universe, and yet it's so fuckin' quiet, isn't it? Know what I mean?
Sophie: Dunno. Mine makes enough noise.
Johnny: It's like this, er, wet, pink factory. What the fuck are they makin' in there? I mean, what's the product? You never see no delivery trucks comin' and goin', do you?
Johnny: Why are you here in London, oh Bodhidharma?
Archie: Put my old man at the hospital.
Johnny: Your dad?
Archie: Right.
Johnny: How did you do that, then?
Archie: Cracked him on the head.
Johnny: So what, is he in a bad way?
Archie: Fuckin' half dead.
Johnny: So you're like on the run, then?
Archie: Yeah.
Johnny: Me too.
Archie: Yeah, the cops after you, yeah?
Archie: Put my old man at the hospital.
Johnny: Your dad?
Archie: Right.
Johnny: How did you do that, then?
Archie: Cracked him on the head.
Johnny: So what, is he in a bad way?
Archie: Fuckin' half dead.
Johnny: So you're like on the run, then?
Archie: Yeah.
Johnny: Me too.
Archie: Yeah, the cops after you, yeah?
