Benny & Joon
1993
Sam: You don't like raisins? Joon: Not really. Sam: Why? Joon: They used to be fat and juicy and now they're twisted. They had their lives stolen. Well, they taste sweet, but really they're just humiliated grapes. I can't say I am a big supporter of the raisin council. Sam: Did you see those, those raisins on TV? The ones that sing and dance and stuff? Joon: They scare me. Sam: Yeah me too Joon: It's sick. The commercial people they make them sing and dance so people will eat them. Sam: It's a shame about raisins. Joon: Cannibals. Sam: Yeah. Do you like avocados? Joon: They're a fruit you know. Sam: Ruthie, do you got any avocados?
Joon: Why do you hate me so much? Benny: I don't hate you. Joon: You need me to be sick.
Sam: How sick is she? Benny: Oh, she's plenty sick. Sam: Oh. Because you know, it seems to me that, aside from being a little mentally ill, she's pretty normal.
Joon: Some cultures are defined by their relationship to cheese.
Joon: Having a Boo Radley moment, are we?
Joon: What? Sam: Kirk Douglas... Van Gogh... ear... Joon: Oh.
Sam: I'm Sam. Benny: So I hear... I'm Benny. Sam: With an 'n'? Benny: Yea two of 'em... this is Joon. Sam: With an 'n'? Joon: One... You're out of your tree. Sam: It's... not my tree
Joon: You're out of your tree. Sam: It's not my tree.
Benny: You can't bet a human being!
Joon: You can't throw him out, I won him!
Joon: She was given to fits of semi-precious metaphors. Benny: She's a housekeeper, Joon, not an English professor.
Joon: Did you have to go to school for that? Sam: No, no, I got thrown out of school for that.
Sam: Why don't you like raisins? Joon: Well, they taste sweet, but really they're just humiliated grapes.
Sam: Thanks for the couch. Um... Mike made me sleep under the sink.
Joon: Have we an internal sequin issue to deal with, Benjamin?
Sam: Joon. I, I love you. Joon: Me too. (door opens) Joon: (getting up) Don't tell Benny. Sam: Okay.
Sam: Mommy?
Joon: He can really cook, can't he? Benny: Yeah, although for grilled cheese, I might use the wool setting. Joon: That's what I told him. Benny: Really? What did he use? Joon: Rayon. Silk would have been too soggy. Cotton would have... Benny: Would have burned it. Joon: Right. Fortunately, he consulted me before giving it steam. I was four square against it.
Benny: So why'd you leave? Ruthie: L.A.? I wasn't that good of an actress. Benny: Well, that's not how Sam tells it. He's raving about you. Ruthie: Yeah, well, he's sweeter than he is judgmental. How long have you known him? Benny: Sam? Uh, 72 hours. Ruthie: Be serious. Benny: I am. Ruthie: Really? Benny: I'm always serious. I'm too serious.
(while playing cards) Eric: Salad shooter!
Sam: Oh my God! I've just been looking for my boyfriend. Have you seen him? He's a guy with a little mole on his right cheek. AH! Oh, Brad, Brad, please don't be dead Brad. I never got a chance to tell you want you meant to me Oh, Brad, please! It's you! You're you! Ruthie Melony, co star of the Prom Queen Mutilator with Dick Bebe!
Ruthie: You saw that?
Sam: He was mine! He was mine! No Cindy! You're sick you need help. No, Cindy! No Cindy! No!
Joon: I lost... Benny: What's in the pot? Joon: A cousin.
Joon: (about Sam) He didn't mean to do it. Benny: (getting worried) Do it? What did he do? Joon: He cleaned the house.
Thomas: (while playing cards.) Soap on a rope. Slightly used.
Benny: I hope you're happy... I hope your happy with what you have done to her. (throws Sam against wall) You just stay the hell away from my sister. Sam: (shakes his head) No... no. Benny: You wanna know why everyone laughs at you, Sam? Because your an idiot. You're a first-class *moron*. (lets go of Sam. Pauses) Sam: (nodding head while stumbling slowly away) You're scared, Benny. Benny: I'm *what*? Sam: You're scared. I can see it... And I know why. I used to look up to you. But... uh... now I can't look at you at all. (walks out of hospital)
Sam: (takes "Help Wanted" sign from window of video store and walks to manager) I wanna help...