Gwyneth Paltrow movie quotes

View Quote [after she unlocks the door at Dr. Jennings' office] It's open.

View Quote [while crying after realizing she wasted on of 2 pictures left in the camera] I shot the ground!

View Quote It's only a movie, Mr Paley. I'll bring you some popcorn.

View Quote [Pepper greets Tony when he comes home from Afghanistan]
Tony Stark: Hmmm. Your eyes are red. Tears for your long lost boss?
Pepper Potts: Tears of joy. I hate job hunting.
Tony Stark: Yeah, well, vacation's over.

View Quote Pepper Potts: I thought you were finished making weapons?
Tony Stark: It is. This is a flight stabilizer. It's perfectly harmless.
[The stabilizer violently discharges, destroying part of the workbench and sending Tony flying.]
Tony Stark: I wasn't expecting that.

View Quote [Pepper walks in on Stark as he's trying to get the suit off]
Pepper Potts: What's going on here?
Tony Stark: [after a pause] Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing.
Pepper Potts: Are those bullet holes?

View Quote Why is it when men play they always play at killing each other?

View Quote Marge Sherwood: Why do I think there's never been a Ripley rainy day?
Tom Ripley: What?
Marge Sherwood: [leans closer] I know it was you. You killed Dickie! I know it was you!

View Quote Marge Sherwood: [about Tom] I like him.
Dickie Greenleaf: Marge, you like everybody.
Tom Ripley: [Imitating Marge's voice] I like him. [imitating Dickie's voice] Marge, you like everybody.

View Quote Sydney: Here's a robe and some stuff for you.
Clementine: Captain?
Sydney: Yeah?
Clementine: Do you wanna **** me?
Sydney: Do you think that?
Clementine: Well, you brought me here.
Sydney: Do you think that?
Clementine: I don't know.
Sydney: You should know before you ask a question like that.
Clementine: Well, you're being nice to me--
Sydney: So you'd think I'd want that?
Clementine: If you wanted to **** me--
Sydney: Stop saying that.
Clementine: It just seemed like--
Sydney: Well, don't let it seem that way. This is a comfortable bed for you. I want you to sleep on it...to give you something to--a place to have a nice shower and a bed.
Clementine: Don't get angry.
Sydney: No, I'm not...because I understand...how you could ask a question like that.
Clementine: Now you really look at me as a piece of shit.
Sydney: No.
Clementine: All right.

View Quote Sydney: [at the cocktail lounge] Tell me something. Are you required to flirt, to behave as you do toward that table of men over there? Maybe... it's some part of your job?
Clementine: Uh, they don't say to do it.
Sydney: But if you don't?
Clementine: Well, then I get questioned, like: "Why were so rude to them?", and, I mean, I can't talk back. I can't tell them to **** off and leave me alone.
Sydney: As a rule?
Clementine: I'd also lose the tip.
Sydney: Sounds like an occupational hazard.

View Quote Sydney: Where did this thing go wrong?
Clementine: Because he thought that he was smart and I was stupid...and I'm not stupid.
Sydney: Well, this is a pretty stupid situation, isn't it?
Clementine: We'll see how **** stupid I am when we get my money, won't we?
Sydney: You know the first thing they should have taught you at hooker school? You get the money up front.
Clementine: **** you.
John: Syd, don't talk to her like that.
Sydney: I'm having a conversation.
John: Don't talk to her like that.
Sydney: Shut the **** up.
John: I'm warning you, Syd! Don't **** talk to her like that! She's my wife! We got married this afternoon.

View Quote Let me ask you something. Do you make money at this little table tennis thing?

View Quote Kay Stone: [calling her from his room] Hello?
Marty Mauser: Kay?
Kay Stone: Speaking.
Marty Mauser: Hey, it’s Marty Mauser. I’m in the Royal Suite. I saw you in the lobby yesterday.
Kay Stone: Okay.
Marty Mauser: Yeah, we made eye contact. I was being interviewed. [Kay scoffs]
Kay Stone: I don’t recall.
Marty Mauser: Well, I’m a huge admirer.
Kay Stone: Okay. Can I help you with something?
Marty Mauser: Maybe. I just ordered one of everything off the room service menu. There’s no way I’ll be able to eat it all alone.
Kay Stone: Ah. So you’d like me to come up to your room?
Marty Mauser: Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Kay Stone: Perhaps I should send my husband instead.
Marty Mauser: Sure. He can come up here, and I’ll come down to you.
Kay Stone: Wonderful. Thank you. Goodbye.
Marty Mauser: Wait. I wanna keep talking.
Kay Stone: [scoffs] Why is that?
Marty Mauser: Because I’ve never talked to an actual movie star.
Kay Stone: Well, now you have. I hope the experience was all you thought it would be.
Marty Mauser: You know, I’m something of a performer too.
Kay Stone: Are you?
Marty Mauser: Yeah. You don’t believe me?
Kay Stone: I... [stammers]
Marty Mauser: You... What? What?
Kay Stone: You’re a performer?
Marty Mauser: Yeah, I’m a performer. You got the Daily Mail in front of you?
Kay Stone: Uh, I do have it, yes.
Marty Mauser: Okay. Well, turn to page 12.
Kay Stone: [sighs] Uh... Page 12. Okay. What am I looking at here?
Marty Mauser: Down the middle, in the center. Uh.
Kay Stone: This is you?
Marty Mauser: Yeah, “the chosen one.” It’s a nice picture, right?
Kay Stone: Ping pong?
Marty Mauser: I play table tennis. I’m here competing in the British Open.
Kay Stone: How old are you?
Marty Mauser: I’m 23.
Kay Stone: Twenty three. Yeah. I bet you can’t name one film I’ve done.
Marty Mauser: What makes you say that?
Kay Stone: Because I stopped acting before you were born.
Marty Mauser: Really? That’s really interesting. Mmhmm.
Milton Rockwell: Kay, did you use my razor to shave your legs? It’s dull. I’ve cut myself.
Kay Stone: No.
Marty Mauser: Who’s that? Your husband?
Milton Rockwell: I guess someone must’ve snuck in and chopped wood with it.
Kay Stone: I’m on the phone.
Marty Mauser: Holy shit. With whom?
Kay Stone: Debbie.
Milton Rockwell: Debbie.
Marty Mauser: Debbie?
Milton Rockwell: Tell her to get a life.
Marty Mauser: Is he gone?
Kay Stone: Mmhmm.
Marty Mauser: Okay. So, why’d you stop acting? Let’s talk about that.
Kay Stone: You know, I really have to go.
Marty Mauser: You must miss it, don’t you? Come watch me play at Wembley tomorrow.
Kay Stone: I... I can’t.
Marty Mauser: Come on. You can watch me dethrone the number one ranked player in the world.
Kay Stone: I’m not available.
Marty Mauser: Oh, yeah? What you got going on?
Kay Stone: Actually, I have a big promotional event to attend to for my husband.
Marty Mauser: Oh, okay. What’s he promoting?
Kay Stone: Pens.
Marty Mauser: [laughs] Pens? Are you serious? Pens. Like, writing pens?
Kay Stone: Yes.
Marty Mauser: What, like, he’s a pen salesman? How can you afford the suite you’re in?
Kay Stone: He owns Rockwell Ink.
Marty Mauser: Oh. Okay. Well... Yes. I know Rockwell Ink.
Kay Stone: I’m sure you do.
Marty Mauser: [chuckles] Okay. Well, what’s the event?
Kay Stone: He’s hired Agatha Christie to sign books at Hatchards.
Marty Mauser: Ooh. That sounds really boring.
Kay Stone: Okay. [hangs up and Marty calls again] Oh, for God’s sake. [answers] What is it? [sighs]
Marty Mauser: Don’t hang up. Just one question. Does your room face the street or the courtyard?
Kay Stone: I don’t know.
Marty Mauser: Just answer the question. Is it facing the street or the courtyard?
Kay Stone: The courtyard.
Marty Mauser: Okay. I need you to go to the window. What floor are you on?
Kay Stone: I’m on the third floor, I believe.
Marty Mauser: Third floor. Okay, perfect. Look across the street. You see the open window with a bowl of fruit on the table?
Kay Stone: I do.
Marty Mauser: Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna make an apple appear in that bowl. And if I do, you’re gonna blow off your little rendezvous and come watch me play.
Kay Stone: No, no, no. I’m not agreeing to anything, no.
Marty Mauser: You don’t have to agree to anything. I’m gonna do it anyway. Okay? One... two... three. [Marty throws an apple knocking other fruit out of bowl] I’ll leave a ticket for you at the box office. [Marty hangs up]