Notting Hill

Notting Hill quotes

52 total quotes (ID: 427)

Anna Scott
Multiple Characters
Spike
William Thacker


Anna: I can't believe you have that picture on your wall.
William: You like Chagall?
Anna: I do. It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky.
William: With a goat playing the violin.
Anna: Yes - happiness isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat.


"For June who loved this garden from Joseph who always sat beside her." Some people do spend their whole lives together.

Keziah: No thanks, I'm a fruitarian.
Max: I didn't realize that.
William: And, ahm: what exactly is a fruitarian?
Keziah: We believe that fruits and vegetables have feeling so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have actually fallen off a tree or bush - that are, in fact, dead already.
William: Right. Right. Interesting stuff. So, these carrots...
Keziah: Have been murdered, yes.
William: Murdered? Poor carrots. How beastly!

Martin: Did you know, and this is pretty amazing, but I once saw Ringo Starr.
William: Where was that?
Martin: Kensington High Street. At least I think it was Ringo, um, it could have been that guy from Fiddler on the Roof. You know, Toppy.
William: Topol.
William: Yes... yes that's right, Topol.
William: Mmmhmmm. Actually, Ringo Starr doesn't- doesn't at all look like, uh, Topol.
Martin: Yes, but, he was- he was quite a long way away from me.
William: So it actually could've been neither of them.
Martin: Yes, I suppose, so.
William: It's not really a classic, anecdote, is it?
Martin: Not a classic, no.

Anna: Rita Hayworth used to say, "They go to bed with Gilda; they wake up with me."
William: Who's Gilda?
Anna: Her most famous part. Men went to bed with the dream; they didn't like it when they would wake up with the reality. Do you feel that way?
William: You are lovelier this morning than you have ever been.

Honey: Oh God, this is one of those key moments in life, when it's possible you can be really, genuinely cool - and I'm failing 100%. I absolutely and totally and utterly adore you and I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world and more importantly I genuinely believe and have believed for some time now that we can be best friends. What do YOU think?

Anna: What's so annoying is now I'm so totally fierce when it comes to nudity clauses.
William: You have clauses in your contract?
Anna: Yeah. "you may show the dent at the top of the artist's buttocks, but neither cheek or if a stunt bottom is being used, artists must have full consultation".
William: You have a stunt bottom?
Anna: I could have a stunt bottom, yes.
William: Are people tempted to go for better bottoms than their own?
Anna: Well yeah, I would. This is important stuff.
William: Hell of a thing to put on your passport, Occupation "Mel Gibson's bottom".
Anna: Actually Mel does his own ass work. Well, why wouldn't he.

[comes in after being photographed by the press] How did I look? [looking in a mirror] Not bad, not at all bad. Well chosen briefs I must say. Chicks love grey. [clenching his bum] Nice. Firm. Buttocks.

Anna: What is it about men and nudity? Particularly breasts? How can you be so interested in them?
William: Well...
Anna: I mean seriously: they're just breasts. Every second person has them. They're odd looking, they're for milk from your mother. What's all the fuss about?

Anna: Wait, what about me?
Max: Sorry, you think you deserve the brownie?
Anna: Well a shot at it at least huh?
William: Well, you'll have to fight me for it, this is a very good brownie.
Anna: I've been on a diet every day since I was nineteen, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade. I've had a series of not nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. Ah, and every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment. And it's taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this.
Honey: Really?
Anna: Really. (indicates nose and chin) And, one day not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can't act and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while.
Max: [long pause] Nah, nice try gorgeous, but you don't fool anyone.
William: Pathetic effort to hog the brownie.

Anna: What do you think?
William: Gripping. It's not Jane Austen, it's not Henry James but it's gripping.
Anna: You think I should do Henry James?
William: I think you'd be wonderful in Henry James but this writer - writers, they're pretty good too.
Anna: You never get anyone in Wings of a Dove saying "inform the Pentagon we need Black Star cover."
William: And for me the book is the poorer for it.

Anna's Co-Star: God that's an enormous arse.
Anna: I'm not listening.
Anna's Co-Star: Not honestly, it's so sad, all those anorexic girls. She has enough to share around and still be big bottomed.
Anna: I would think looking at something that nice, you and your bony little excuse for an arse would be well advised to keep quiet.

Jeff King: [to Will] Can you adios those dishes and take out that trash?

Max: Let's face facts, this was always a no-win situation. Anna's a goddess, you know what happens to mortals who get involved with gods.
William: Buggered, is it?
Max: Every time.

Anna: Oh really. So the entire British press got up this morning and said, I know where Anna Scott is, she's in that house with the blue door, in Notting Hill. And then you go out, in your god damn underwear.
Spike: [walks in] I went out in my God damn underwear too.