Max
2002/I
Max Rothman: Come on Hitler, I'll buy you a glass of lemonade.
Max Rothman: You're an awfully hard man to like, Hitler, but I'm gonna try, because if I've learned anything over the past four years, it's that we all shit the same, screw the same, and die the same.
Max Rothman: Try not to be one of those people who finds a slight in any compliment.
Max Rothman: (to His Kids) Hello midgets.
Max Rothman: (referring to Hitler) He had a bad war.
Max Rothman: I've seen the future. Believe me, it came straight at us. There's no future in the future.
Liselore Von Peltz: I didn't know you had a Monet. Max Rothman: (mouths) I don't.
Liselore Von Peltz: Where's your wife? Max Rothman: Waiting for her entrance, I suppose. Liselore Von Peltz: And where does that leave me? Max Rothman: Talented, with options.
Max Rothman: Half man, half doll - every woman's dream.
Max Rothman: (talking about Hitler's art) I keep going back to this notion of "authentic voice". What I mean to say is, I was there, and you were there, and I know what it looked like... but what did it *feel* like?
Art patron/friend of Max's: So if art, as an object, is dead, why is everything so expensive? Max Rothman: Otherwise nobody would buy it.