Allison I should have my head examined again.
William Parrish
Anthony Hopkins · 18 quotes
Susan Parrish
Claire Forlani · 5 quotes
Most scenes together: William Parrish & Joe Black (8), Joe Black & Susan Parrish (3)
Meet Joe Black quotes
Page 1 of 3 Allison 
Jamaican Woman It nice it happen to you. Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito eat you. But the truth is, it bound to happen if you stay long enough. So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you, but don't be fooled. We lonely here mostly too. If we lucky, maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us.
Love, passion, obsession, all those things you told me to wait for, well, they've arrived. What are you afraid of, Dad? That I'll fall head over heels for Joe? Well, I have.
Drew ...the truth is, joining John Bontecou is every bit as certain as death and taxes.
Death and taxes?
Drew Yes.
Death and taxes?
Drew Yes.
What an odd pairing.
Drew And who would've thought... you, an IRS agent.
Death and Taxes.
Jamaican woman Obeah.
{Jamaican accent] Rahtid. Obeah evil. I not evil, woman.
Jamaican woman And what you is then?
I from the next place.
Jamaican woman You waitin' here to take us? Like you is the bus driver to there?
No, man, I on 'oliday.
Jamaican woman Some spot you pick. [Groans faintly] The pain. Pain is bad, bad.
I don't have nothin' to do with these things, you know.
Jamaican woman Make it go away.
Doctor Lady make it alright.
Jamaican woman Uh-uh. Not this pain. This pain go through and through me. Make it go away.
I can't, sister.
Jamaican woman You can, mister. Take me to that next place.
It's not your time now.
Jamaican woman Make it time.
You can't fool with the way things got to be.
Jamaican woman [whimpering]
Please...
[pauses]
Close your eyes. Go on, sister. [Puts his hands on her, woman smiles and opens her eyes slowly] Soon.
I don't care Bill. I love her.
How perfect for you - to take whatever you want because it pleases you. That's not love.
Then what is it?
Some aimless infatuation which, for the moment, you feel like indulging - it's missing everything that matters.
Which is what?
Trust, responsibility, taking the weight for your choices and feelings, and spending the rest of your life living up to them. And above all, not hurting the object of your love.
So that's what love is according to William Parrish?
Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about.
Those were my words.
They're mine now.
I want to be friends.
I have many friends.
I have none.
Tell me you love me now.
I love you now. I love you always.
What will we do now?
It will come to us.
What will we do now?
The Man from the Coffee Shop
It'll come to us.
Hello? Is anyone here? [Louder] I said is anyone here?
Quiet down
Where are you?
I'm here
What is this a joke, right? Some kind of elaborate practical joke? Heh, at my fortieth reunion we delivered a casket to the class presidents hotel room and uh--
Quiet
[backing out of library]
Where are you going Bill?
I uh...
The great Bill Parrish at a loss of words? The man from whose lips fall "rapture" and "passion" and "obsession"? All those admonitions about being "deliriously happy, that there is no sense in living your life without" all the sparks and energy you give off, the rosy advice you dispense in round pear shaped tones.
What the hell is this? [Creaking, Joe Black appears in faded window] Who are you?
Just think of millenniums multiplied by eons compounded by time without end. I've been around that long. But it's only recently your affairs here have piqued my interest. Call it boredom. The natural curiosity of me the most lasting and significant element in existence has come to see you.
About what?
I want to have a look around before I take you.
Take me where?
It requires competence wisdom and experience, all those things they say about you in testimonials. And you're the one.
The one to do what?
Show me around, be my guide. And in return you get...
I get what?
Time: minutes, days, weeks, lets not get encumbered by detail, what matters is that I stay interested. [Pause] Yes...
'Yes' what?
'Yes' is the answer to your question.
What question?
Oh Bill, come on. The question. The question you've been asking yourself with increased regularity, at odd moments, panting through the extra game of handball, when you ran for the plane in Delhi, when you sat up in bed last night and hit the floor in the office this morning. The question that is in the back of your throat, choking the blood to your brain, ringing in your ears over and over as you put it to yourself.
'The question'...
Yes Bill the question. [Moves from glass into shadowy area] The question.
Am I going to die?
It's hard to let go, isn't it?
Yes it is, Bill.
Well that's life. What can I tell you?
Should I be afraid?
A man like you?
You know about money, don't you?
It can't buy happiness?