He fulfilled his contract. He’s an honorable man.
The job’s done and the bitch is dead.
Has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to look after the Overlook Hotel until May the first? Does it matter to you at all that the owners have placed their complete confidence and trust in me, and that I have signed a letter of agreement, a contract, in which I have accepted that responsibility? Do you have the slightest idea what a moral and ethical principal is?
Please can you describe to us in as much detail as you desire your experience of the ambiance and atmosphere of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
Well, you haven’t been trained properly, Otto. A lobby boy never provides information of that kind. You’re a stone wall. Understood?
This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.
This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present 135
Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder;
And through Wall’s chink, poor souls, they are content
To whisper. At the which let no man wonder.
Look, if I were to go around saying I were an emperor just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away.
It’s good to be the King!
WOMAN: Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR: Well, we all are. We’re all Britons and I am your king.
WOMAN : I didn’t know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
Uh, what country do you think this is?
Men of Fenwick, where you hear the name of Grand Fenwick do your hearts swell with pride?
Nobody loves America more than I do, you know. That’s why we left, 'cause I couldn’t bear to watch. You kids have got to understand this. It’s like when my mother died. She’d been strong as an ox. Fell down, broke her hip, went into the hospital and caught double pneumonia. She’s laying in bed dying and I went over and held her hand. She looked up to me. You know what she said? “Why don’t you give me some rat poison?” I couldn’t listen, I couldn’t watch. So I went away. People said I was the height of callousness; it’s not true. I loved her too much to watch her die.
It’s not like my mother is a maniac or a raving thing. She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?
My brains are individuals - they’re special - they’re unique.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Maggots, Michael. You’re eating maggots. How do they taste?
I’ve had this taste in my mouth before.
I’m gonna take this off your mouth, this - this lipstick…
You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don’t you Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.
You know Steve, you’re not very hard to figure, only at times. Sometimes I know exactly what you’re going to say. Most of the time. The other times… the other times, you’re just a stinker.