Young Joe quotes from The Lost Daughter (2021)

View Quote Bianca: [Noticing mother is fixated at window] What are you watching?! Snoggies?!
Young Leda: Oh, my God!
Young Joe: Hikers!
Bianca: Hikers!
Young Joe: Hikers! Stay there! They must be doing the Catamount Trail!
Martha: Hey, what are hikers?
Young Joe: Are you kidding me?! To Quebec! They don't have food!
Young Leda: Joe, it's not 1985! What's wrong with you?!
Young Joe: They're wet!
Young Leda: Joe, don't bring them in here!

View Quote [The hiker couple is seated in Joe and Leda's kitchen with Martha bringing coffee to them]
Young Joe: You guys, uh, look like you've been going a while.
Male Hiker: Yes. Since April. Amazing.
Female Hiker: Grazie. (Thanks)
Young Joe: Can I ask, how old are you?
Male Hiker: Forty-two.
Young Joe: [Chuckles] Oh, my God. Life is so different without kids.
Male Hiker: I have kids. I have three kids. Twelve, nine and seven. They are in London with their mother.
Young Leda: So you ran away together?
Male Hiker: I guess we did.
Female Hiker: Yes, we did. Hmm. We are obliged to do so many stupid things. From childhood, even.
Young Leda: Obliged?
Female Hiker: Yes. What happened to us is the only thing that's happened to me since I was born that makes sense.
Young Leda and Female Hiker: [Singing in Italian] E prima di uscire (and before going out) da questa santa porta (from this holy door) proviama un'altra volta (try it another time) su e giu per il (up and down the...) [Leda sustains note] cammin...! (...path) [Female hiker chuckles and clinks glass with Young Leda with Young Joe clapping]
Female Hiker: Brava, brava! (good, good) [Young Leda reaches over to hug the female hiker hug and kisses her] Your Italian is so beautiful!
Young Leda: Oh.
Female Hiker: So feminine!
Young Joe: Leda's the most extraordinary scholar of modern Italian literature.
Young Leda: Jesus, Joe. I studied translation, yeah. And comparative literature.
Female Hiker: What are you working on?
Young Leda: Uh... I'm barely working.
Young Joe: Uh, she's working on a Yeats translation
Male Hiker: Yeats?!
Young Leda: No.
Male Hiker: In Italian? That's... that is like [gestures using Bianca's hands] chocolate on chocolate!
Young Joe: Huh?
Bianca: [Clandestinely] Il gelo dell'ala sorta cade lungo il mio corpo
Female Hiker: Wow. [Bianca plays with female hiker's hair] Wow.
Male Hiker: What is that?
Bianca: Don't know.
Young Leda: It's Auden. "Chill of the crooked wing falls down along my body". It's ridiculous. It's just something I taught them.
Female Hiker: È bello. [Extends hand to Young Leda who embraces it] Brava. Wow. [Chuckles]

View Quote Young Joe: [Daughters bring water bottles to hiker couple] Thank you!
Female Hiker and Young Leda: Ciao. [Young Leda embraces Female Hiker's head, kisses her cheek and hugs her]
Female Hiker: [Speaking Italian] Would you give me something of yours to read?
Young Leda: Something of mine?
Female Hiker: Yes, your work.
Young Leda: Yes, of course. How are his daughters doing? Are they okay?
Female Hiker: Not daughters. They're boys.
Young Leda: Hmm.

View Quote Young Joe: Hey.
Young Leda: Hi. [Joe kisses her on cheek] Hmm.
Young Joe: What are you doing? Say hello to Mummy. [Guides her head] Martha. Go on. Say hello. It's okay.
Young Leda: Can I get a hug?
Young Joe: Go on.
Young Leda: [Martha runs into Leda's chest] Oh! Mmm.
Martha: Are you home now, Mummy?
Young Leda: I'm home today.
Martha: Can you wash my hair after dinner?
Young Leda: Mm-mmm. I can't stay for dinner, baby. I've got to get on a plane.
Martha: Oh, okay.
Young Leda: But I brought you presents, okay? And fancy dresses. These. Hi. Yours!
...
Young Leda: You awoke the tickle monster. There's a tickle monster in town. Bianca? Do you want me to help you do up your buttons in the back?
Bianca: No.
Young Leda: Okay. Show me your dress. Oh! So pretty. [Kisses Bianca on lips] Mwah!
Young Joe: [Appears in door] Leda. Can I talk to you?
Young Leda: Sure.
...
Young Joe: [Gets down on knees] Please. Please. Don't do this. What do you need? Do you need me on my **** knees? Do you need me to cut my balls off? What do you need? Tell me. Have you got his **** in your mouth? You can't answer me?
Young Leda: Joe, this has nothing to do with that.
Young Joe: Oh, **** me? **** me?
Young Leda: I left him.
Young Joe: You left him? Congratulations, baby. You're an expert now, huh?
Young Leda: I don't see why not?
Young Joe: Do you think I'm a **** idiot? Huh? Am I an arsehole? [Repeatedly] Please. Come on. They're little **** girls. How am I supposed to do this?
Young Leda: Joe, I'm feeling dizzy. [Walks off]
Young Joe: I'm taking them to your mum's. I can't handle this.
Young Leda: No you're not.
Young Joe: Yeah.
Young Leda: You're threatening me?! That is revenge! That's ****... lazy. You bring them back there, and they're going to sink back into that black shithole. All that ****... SHIT...! that I came from. I do think you're an arsehole. [Walks away]
Young Joe: My mother didn't finish school.
Young Leda: Oh, **** so what? [Disappears under door drape]