Withnail & I Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1987
- 107 min
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I'm going for a slash.
Ponce.
I could hardly
piss straight with fear.
A man with three-quarters of an inch
of brain had taken a dislike to me.
What have I done to offend him? I don't
consciously offend big men like this.
And this one has a definite
imbalance of hormone in him.
Get any more masculine than him,
you'd have to live up a tree.
"I f*** arses. "
Who fucks arses?
Maybe he fucks arses.
Maybe he's written this in some
moment of drunken sincerity?
I'm in considerable
danger in here.
I must get out of here at once.
Perfumed ponce!
You'll be pleased to hear
Monty's invited us for drinks.
Balls to Monty.
We're getting out.
Balls to Monty? I already spent
an hour flattering the bugger.
There's a man over there doesn't like
the perfume. A big one. Don't look.
We're in danger.
We've got to get out.
- What are you talking about?
- I've been called a ponce.
What f***er said that?
I called him a ponce,
and now I'm calling you one.
Ponce!
Would you like a drink?
What's your name? McFuck?
I have a heart condition.
I have a heart condition.
If you hit me, it's murder.
I'll murder the pair of yous!
My wife is having a baby.
Listen, I don't know what my...
acquaintance did to upset you,
but it's nothing to do with me.
I suggest you both go outside...
and discuss it sensibly
in the street.
Out of my way!
Speed is like
a dozen transatlantic flights...
without ever
getting off the plane.
Time change.
You lose. You gain.
Makes no difference, so long
as you keep taking the pills.
But sooner or later,
you gotta get out...
because it's crashing,
and all at once
those frozen hours...
melt through
the nervous system...
and seep out the pores.
Bastards! Just to suck...
and the bastards won't see me.
Why are we having lunch in here?
It's dinner, and Danny's here.
Danny?
How did he get in?
I let him in this morning.
He lost one of his clogs.
He's come in because
of this perpetual cold.
Oh, I hope
tobacco sales plummet.
I've got your saveloy.
Here. I don't want it.
Then stick it in a soap tray
and save it for later.
Don't vent spleen on me!
I'm in the same boat!
Stop saying that!
You're not in the same boat.
The only thing you're in that
I have been in is this f***ing bath!
Danny's here.
Headhunter to his friends.
Headhunter to everybody.
He doesn't have any friends.
The only people
he converses with...
are his clients
and occasionally the police.
The purveyor of rare herbs and
prescribed chemicals is back.
Will we never be set free?
- Danny.
- You're looking very beautiful, man.
Have you been away?
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