Babylon (2022) quotes

View Quote Constance Moore: This goddamn bitch is stealing the scene from right in front of me! She's changing the blocking in every take! She's icing her nipples to perk them up!
Nellie LaRoy: **** you, I ain't icing my nipples, this is natural. You're just sore because yours just look like ****in' latkes.
Constance Moore: [holds up a dildo] And she placed this... in my dressing room.
Nellie LaRoy: I don't even know what that is.

View Quote Dale: Scene 17, take seven. Mark. Action. [squeaks]
Nellie: Hello, college.
Dale: Nell, your mark!
Nellie: [screams] **** this shit!
Bill: [opens door to audio engineer box] ****. Lloyd. It's a million **** degrees! [the crew shoves Bill back in and shuts the door]
Dale: We gotta move the mic. Or you could **** direct her to hit her **** mark. But why is it so **** hard? You're right!
Nellie: I didn't realize we were making Ben-Hur!
Dale: I can move it right now. My whole year is wide open. We could shoot this thing through **** New Year's. Wherever the **** those little feet of hers want to go, I can move the mic for them! Okay, calm down! Get off of me! I dare you! I **** dare you! Get off the set! You're good.
Nellie: Un-****-professional!
Dale: Okay. Okay, Lloyd, ready to go again? You want me to use this chalk? Make the mark bigger for you?
Ruth: Okay, we're gonna go again. It's fine. No, it's fine.
Dale: The mark's right here.
Nellie: I'm gonna kick your **** ass!
Dale: Oh, yeah! Come on! Come on! [all shouting]
Bill: Can we go? I'm gonna have a **** heart attack in here.
Crew: Get back in your **** box, Bill!
Lloyd: I can't even believe this.
Dale: Everyone, shut up! Shut the **** up!
Nellie: That's not how we make movies.
Dale: [repeatedly] Shut the **** up! Now, if anyone stops this scene again, I will shit on you! I will shit in your mouth, I promise you! Is that clear, Lloyd? Is that good for **** sound? Now, we are going again! Camera! And mother**** sound!

View Quote Don Wallach: We're really excited about our new discovery, Nellie LaRoy.
Reporter (Small Restaurant): Is she here tonight? Can you point her out to me?
Don Wallach: She's the one having sex with the ice sculpture. We're all very fond of her.

View Quote Elephant Wrangler: This is a truck for horses! Do I look like a **** Maharaja?
Manny Torres: [bribes the wrangler] And you're invited to the party.

View Quote Elinor St. John: So, Jacky boy, how do you think it turned out?
Jack Conrad: Ah, people want the kiss, we give them the kiss.

View Quote Elinor St. John: Would you mind showing me to the upstairs powder room, my dear boy?
Manny Torres: Sure, uh, it's here down the hall.
Elinor St. John: No! No, no, upstairs.
Manny Torres: The stairs are very steep, I think.
Elinor St. John: I can be carried.

View Quote Institutionalised Mother: [standing in echoing corridors in a smock]
Nellie LaRoy: Seems like a nice place.

View Quote Jack Conrad: [answers phone] Hello?
Irving Thalberg: Jack, it's Irv. Listen, there's no good way to say this. They found George in his home this morning. Looks like he struck out with a girl he was seeing. He shot himself. Jack?
Jack Conrad: Thank you.

View Quote Jack Conrad: [approaches the bellhop] Hey, you do a great job. What's the best tip you've ever received?
Bellhop: Fifty dollars.
Jack Conrad: Who gave you that?
Bellhop: You did, Mr. Conrad.
Jack Conrad: [gives the rest of his money to the bellhop and says his last words] It's on you now, kid. The future's yours.

View Quote Jack Conrad: [enters her room as she is typing] Madame? Let's chat.
Elinor St. John: I'm on a deadline, darling.
Jack Conrad: You know, when I first moved to LA, you know what the signs on all the doors read? "No actors or dogs allowed." Yeah, I changed that. I helped build this place you call home. I've never had any illusions about us. I've never pretended we're friends. We're friendly. I scratch yours, you scratch mine. That's our work. But this? [tosses the Photoplay magazine on Elinor's table] This is something else. [Sits down on a chair in front of Elinor's desk]
Elinor St. John: [places her glasses on her desk] What do you want, Jack?
Jack Conrad: I want to know why you wrote it.
Elinor St. John: No, you want to know why they laughed. Would you like me to tell you?
Jack Conrad: Why they laughed. Sure, Elinor. Why?
Elinor St. John: There is no why. It wasn't your voice. It wasn't a conspiracy. And it certainly wasn't anything I wrote. There's nothing you could have done differently. There's nothing you can do. Your time has run out. There is no why. Stop questioning it.
Jack Conrad: I'm on a dry spell.
Elinor St. John: No. It's over. It's been over for a while. I'm sorry.
Jack Conrad: Elinor, you peddle gossip. You don't make anything. You don't know what it is to put yourself out there. You're just a cockroach. I've been counted out before. This isn't new to me.
Elinor St. John: Have you ever stopped to think why when there's a house fire, the people die and the cockroaches all survive?
Jack Conrad: Jesus Christ.
Elinor St. John: What happened was you thought the house needed you. It doesn't. Doesn't need you any more than it needs the roaches. And the roaches, knowing this, crawl back into the dark, lay low and make it through. See, but you, you held the spotlight. It's those of us in the dark, the ones who just watch, who survive.
Jack Conrad: A house fire.
Elinor St. John: And there'll be hundreds more like it, too. An earthquake could wipe this town off the map and wouldn't make a difference. It's the idea that sticks. There'll be a hundred more Jack Conrads. Hundred more me's. Hundred more conversations just like this one, over and over again, until God knows when. Because it's bigger than you. [gets up from her chair] I know it hurts. No one asks to be left behind. [sits on her desk in front of Jack] But in a hundred years, when you and I are both long gone, any time someone threads a frame of yours through a sprocket, you will be alive again. You see what that means? One day, every person on every film shot this year will be dead. And one day, all those films will be pulled from the vaults, and all their ghosts will dine together, and adventure together, go to the jungle, to war together. A child born in 50 years will stumble across your image flickering on a screen and feel he knows you, like... like a friend, though you breathed your last before he breathed his first. You've been given a gift. Be grateful. Your time today is through, but you'll spend eternity with angels and ghosts.
Jack Conrad: [sadly gets up from his chair, begins to walk away, and stops for a second to sigh] Thank you for that. [continues to walk away as Elinor returns to her typewriter]

View Quote Jack Conrad: Bauhaus! You know what I mean by Bauhaus, don't you?
Writer (Jack's Tent): Not as it relates to this, no sir.

View Quote Jack Conrad: Elinor, I will master the talking film on film.
Elinor St. John: Do you miss the silents?
Jack Conrad: ...No. We shouldn't stand in the way of progress.

View Quote Jack Conrad: Elinor, you peddle gossip. You don't make anything. You don't know what it is to put yourself out there. You're just a cockroach. I've been counted out before. This isn't new to me.
Elinor St. John: Have you ever stopped to think why, when there's a house fire, the people die and the cockroaches all survive?
Jack Conrad: Jesus Christ.
Elinor St. John: What happened was you thought the house needed you. It doesn't. Doesn't need you any more than it needs the roaches. And the roaches, knowing this, crawl back into the dark, lay low, and make it through. See, but you, you held the spotlight. It's those of us in the dark, the ones who just watch, who survive.

View Quote Jack Conrad: I saw Olga Putti sing to herself in Hungarian, and I think I'm in love. Send two dozen roses to her dressing room every morning this week.
Manny Torres: You know she doesn't speak English?
Jack Conrad: Neither does love.

View Quote Jack Conrad: I'm gonna play it adagio. You know, for the music and the poetry. All art aspires to music.
Otto: I like it.
Jack Conrad: Yeah. Sandwich!