Meet Joe Black

Meet Joe Black quotes

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Joe Black
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William Parrish


You got enough nice pictures?


Hello Bill.

Do you have any peanut butter?

Allison: I should have my head examined again.

Susan Parrish: 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.

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.

William Parrish: Hello? Is anyone here? [Louder] I said is anyone here?
Joe Black: Quiet down
William Parrish: Where are you?
Joe Black: I'm here
William Parrish: 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--
Joe Black: Quiet
William Parrish: [backing out of library]
Joe Black: Where are you going Bill?
William Parrish: I uh...
Joe Black: 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.
William Parrish: What the hell is this? [Creaking, Joe Black appears in faded window] Who are you?
Joe Black: 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.
William Parrish: About what?
Joe Black: I want to have a look around before I take you.
William Parrish: Take me where?
Joe Black: It requires competence wisdom and experience, all those things they say about you in testimonials. And you're the one.
William Parrish: The one to do what?
Joe Black: Show me around, be my guide. And in return you get...
William Parrish: I get what?
Joe Black: Time: minutes, days, weeks, lets not get encumbered by detail, what matters is that I stay interested. [Pause] Yes...
William Parrish: 'Yes' what?
Joe Black: 'Yes' is the answer to your question.
William Parrish: What question?
Joe Black: 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.
William Parrish: 'The question'...
Joe Black: Yes Bill the question. [Moves from glass into shadowy area] The question.
William Parrish: Am I going to die?
Joe Black: [approaches Bill. Stops] Yes.

William Parrish: You want me to be your guide?
Joe Black: You fit the bill, Bill.

Drew: ...the truth is, joining John Bontecou is every bit as certain as death and taxes.
Joe Black: Death and taxes?
Drew: Yes.
Joe Black: Death and taxes?
Drew: Yes.
Joe Black: What an odd pairing.

William Parrish: You know about money, don't you?
Joe Black: It can't buy happiness?

Jamaican woman: Obeah.
Joe Black: {Jamaican accent] Rahtid. Obeah evil. I not evil, woman.
Jamaican woman: And what you is then?
Joe Black: I from the next place.
Jamaican woman: You waitin' here to take us? Like you is the bus driver to there?
Joe Black: No, man, I on 'oliday.
Jamaican woman: Some spot you pick. [Groans faintly] The pain. Pain is bad, bad.
Joe Black: I don't have nothin' to do with these things, you know.
Jamaican woman: Make it go away.
Joe Black: Doctor Lady make it alright.
Jamaican woman: Uh-uh. Not this pain. This pain go through and through me. Make it go away.
Joe Black: I can't, sister.
Jamaican woman: You can, mister. Take me to that next place.
Joe Black: It's not your time now.
Jamaican woman: Make it time.
Joe Black: You can't fool with the way things got to be.
Jamaican woman: [whimpering] Please...
Joe Black: [pauses] Close your eyes. Go on, sister. [Puts his hands on her, woman smiles and opens her eyes slowly] Soon.


Drew: And who would've thought... you, an IRS agent.
Joe Black: Death and Taxes.

Susan Parrish: Tell me you love me now.
Joe Black: I love you now. I love you always.

Joe Black: I don't care Bill. I love her.
William Parrish: How perfect for you - to take whatever you want because it pleases you. That's not love.
Joe Black: Then what is it?
William Parrish: Some aimless infatuation which, for the moment, you feel like indulging - it's missing everything that matters.
Joe Black: Which is what?
William Parrish: 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.
Joe Black: So that's what love is according to William Parrish?
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.
Joe Black: Those were my words.
William Parrish: They're mine now.

William Parrish: You're at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong woman!
Joe Black: Are you threatening me?
William Parrish: Yeah, I certainly hope so.