Diva
1981
Gorodish: Some get high on airplane glue... detergents... fancy gimmicks. My satori is this: Zen in the art of buttering bread!
(At Jules' apartment) Alba: Pretty gloomy setting! Jules: Think so? A monument to disaster... deluxe style!
Jules: Where are we? Alba: In a castle. Jules: What castle? Alba: Where the witch makes poisoned red apples to advertise the toothpaste movie stars use.
Paula: And some women find police work dull!
(Last Lines) Jules: It's the only recording. Cynthia Hawkins: It was you? Jules: It's yours. It's my gift to you. Forgive me. Cynthia Hawkins: But... I've never heard myself sing! Jules: Listen...
Cynthia Hawkins: Do you steal the dresses of all singers? Jules: No, no. Cynthia Hawkins: So, I'M the lucky one! I have a fan? Jules: I heard you in Bordeaux. And last year I went to Munich specially for the concert. Cynthia Hawkins: You made the trip for me? Jules: Yes, on the moped. Cynthia Hawkins: On the moped. So, you ARE a real fan.
(In Cynthia's hotel suite.) Cynthia Hawkins: What's your name, Mr Postman? Jules: (Smiles) Jules. Cynthia Hawkins: Jules! Jules is old for a young man. I thought the French were modern. Jules: My father was old-fashioned. Cynthia Hawkins: (Laughs) I'm kidding! Jules fits you so poorly that it fits you very well. Jules...
N'Doula: (Motioning to Cynthia) She's the queen of Africa. Jules: (Smiling at Cynthia) She's the queen of the night.