Under the Silver Lake (2018) quotes

View Quote Allen: What are you doing here?!
Sam: Hi Allen.
Allen: Hey.
Sam: Nice to see you. Is that a woman's blouse?
Allen: Guess so.
Sam: Okay.
Allen: What are you doing? You working?
Sam: Yeah, of course. How 'bout you?
Allen: Yeah, working, thinking about things a lot. Why we're swimming on rooftops when there's an ocean right over there?
Sam: Well, I don't have any answers.
Allen: Who does? Nobody does.
Sam: Hey, do you know a- a redhead and a blonde and a brunette that drive a white convertible rabbit?
Allen: No, but I'm looking forward to meeting them.
Sam: Well, I'm trying to see if I can track 'em down.
Allen: [To Emerald] I like that dress. Hi.
Emerald: Hi. Thanks, Allen. [Looks across party] Oh, my god. Take a look. Isn't that Millicent Sevence?
Allen: I think it is.
Emerald: What is she doing here? Isn't her Dad kidnapped or something?
Allen: Oh, that's not a very classy move.
Sam: Well, it's hard to know what a- what a person might do when they're in pain.
Bride: I'm doing a secret solo show at Hollywood Forever if you want to come.
Allen: Yes, I'd love to.
Bride: [Hands out cookies] This is your ticket. Do not eat or break it. If it's missing anything, even a crumb, they won't let you in.
Allen: Thank you.
Emerald: [Her phone chimes and she checks it] Oh my god, looks like they found Millicent's dad.
Sam: Hmm, really?!
Emerald: His body was burned or something.
Allen: He's dead?
Emerald: Yeah
Sam: Does she know?
[Friend whispers in Millicent's ear who becomes visibly upset and walks to the elevator]

View Quote Balloon Girl: [Seated at the nightclub, sharing a cigarette and Sam shows her Sarah's polaroid] I didn't know her very well, but I saw her around at parties and shows and stuff. I don't know what happened to her but, I can tell you, it had nothing to do with my friends. We're just enjoying our world, enjoying our bodies, enjoying our music.
Sam: [Holds up record album and points to it] I heard that there's some kind of code or like some secret message in, in their music.
Balloon Girl: [Laughs] I'm pretty sure that's not true. Jesus wouldn't hide a message in a message. There's nothing to solve you know. It's silly, wasting your energy on something that doesn't matter. [Blows up balloon] We have this tiny little window, where we can have fun, ****, be free. Life is too short right now. [Pops balloon with the cigarette and Sam laughs]
Sam: [Band starts playing a new song] I wanna dance to this.
Balloon Girl: I don't know this song.
Sam: Come on. [Grabs her hand and takes her to dance floor]
Balloon Girl: We should ****!
Sam: Yeah.
[Starts succumbing to the effects of the spiked cookie]
Balloon Girl: What's wrong?! What's wrong?!
Sam: Okay, feel, real... feel really strange.
Balloon Girl: How much of the cookie did you eat?!
Sam: All of it! [Sam runs off to washroom]
Balloon Girl: Shit. I'm sorry. Sorry.
[Sam leaves washroom and realises Balloon Girl has left but spots Troy there who also spots Sam and runs out with Sam in pursuit]
Sam: Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey, wait! [Starts breathing hard] Hey! Wait! Wait, wait. Hey!
[Sam succumbs to cookie's effects and passes out on ground]

View Quote Final man: Hello. How are you? Uh-huh. [Chuckles] Okay. Good. Do you mind if I put you one video phone? A friend of yours is here, and he wants to see you. Great.
Sarah: Hello?
Sam: Sarah, can you- can you hear me?
Sarah: Yeah.
Sam: [Chuckles] Uh, uh, I- I've been looking for you.
Sarah: Really? You hardly know me.
Sam: Yeah, I know, uh...
Sarah: Are you annoyed at me? Or angry?
Sam: Oh, do I sound angry? Oh. I just wanted to know what happened to you
Sarah: Oh.
Sam: You really want to be down there?
Sarah: Yeah.
Sam: You're gonna- you're gonna die down there. Um, is that what you want?
Sarah: [Glances over shoulder to Jefferson on couch] I'm gonna take this in the other room. Will you hang it up when I get in there?
Bride: Sure.
Final man: Their chamber was covered in a mountain of concrete. It can't be opened. There's no reason to upset that girl. Please be kind.
Sarah: Got it!
Bride: Okay.
Sarah: Do you think I made a mistake, coming down here?
Sam: May- maybe.
Sarah: Well, there's no getting out now, so I may as well make the best of it
Sam: Yeah. Same here. [Scoffs]
Sarah: So. How are you?
Sam: I'm not great.
Sarah: Have you thought about getting a new dog?
Sam: No.
Sarah: Might be good for you. A little unconditional love.
Sam: Yeah, I'll think about it.
Sarah: Well, I better get going. I said I'd make dinner tonight. I have a million things to do.
Sam: Okay. Well, enjoy your dinner.
Sarah: Take care.
Sam: Bye.
Mae: [All brides start lying down] Last night, I had a vision of us making love beneath the earth, and then swimming together, naked in a dark pool. And then when it happens, our bodies dissolve into the light, and every beautiful thought we've ever had, forms around us and carries our souls through space, and into another world, and we're just laughing the whole time, because we know that nothing can ever be wrong again. [Sighs] I wish you were coming with us.
Final man: This isn't a world that anyone with any sense stays in or spends much time worrying about. You're living in a carnival. Throwing little plastic rings at oversized pop bottles, hoping to win a prize. What are you gonna win? A two-week vacation? A new car? A little money to retire on? It's all just a shitty sawdust-filled rabbit. The things you care about are useless where we're going. [Lies down with the rest of the brides and Sam attempts to get up only to partly succumb to the spiked tea and the Homeless King pops up from a hatch and walks towards the hut]
Sam: How did you know I was here?
Homeless King: We smelled you.
Sam: Oh.

View Quote Landlord: They moved out! How does that not make any sense?!
Sam: Who moves out in the middle of the night?!
Landlord: They wanted to leave! They forfeited their deposit, paid the lease! They! Moved! Out! Nothing strange about it!
Sam: I don't understand, why didn't she tell me?!
Landlord: I don't know! Maybe she didn't like you! Maybe she knows your poor and haven't paid your rent! Maybe she didn't want to date a homeless man. Speaking of rent, this isn't personal, but I want you to know, you'll be forcibly removed in the next four days!

View Quote Newscaster: We're looking at footage of the crime scene discovered earlier tonight. The burning car of a 1935 Duesenberg, was spotted by a resident, who immediately called authorities. Now it's hard to believe but the LA Police chief has confirmed that the remains are those of Jefferson Sevence. As we reported earlier, Sevence was found dead in his car with the bodies of three women believed to be prostitutes. In addition, some unnamed sources have leaked a very odd detail about the case. Apparently, the remains of a dog, a breed known as a Bichon Frise were found in the purse of one of the victims. This has officially become a very grisly and puzzling murder investigation. I'm joined now by- [Sam freezes TV to confirm if that a hat carried by an officer is allegedly that of Sarah, holding up her polaroid]
Sam: ****.

View Quote Sam: [Wakes up chained to a chair in a cave] Oh, god. [Sighs] Ah, ****. [Realises Homeless King is before him and sighs] What happened to that man and those girls?
Homeless King: They're waking up right now in their ascension chamber.
Sam: So what, now you're gonna kill me?
Homeless King: Do you know what you did wrong?
Sam: No.
Homeless King: [Produces two dog treats from pocket] We found these in your pocket. Why do you have dog biscuits in your pocket?
Sam: I used to- I used to like a girl that had a dog
Homeless King: Hmm. When was that?
Sam: Like, a long time ago.
Homeless King: Did she stop loving you?
Sam: [Heavily breathes] Yeah.
Homeless King: Why do you have dog biscuits in your pocket?!
Sam: 'Cause I was waiting for her to take me back. I wanted to give the dog a treat and rub its ears, just the way I used to, and then everything would be good again.
Homeless King: [He unchains Sam] You can go now.
Sam: Really?
Homeless King: Yeah.
Sam: You're not- you're not gonna kill me?
Homeless King: I don't think so. We might. I'm not sure yet. But obviously, don't mention any of this to anyone.
Sam: I won't. Okay.
Homeless King: Bye.
Sam: Bye.

View Quote The Actress: Wait, what is that?
Sam: It's the neighbor's parrot.
The Actress: Oh. What's it saying?
Sam: I'm not sure.
The Actress: Not a friend?
Sam: Maybe. [They chuckle] Hard to say
The Actress: Hmm. [Picks up Playboy issue off nightstand]
Sam: That's my favorite issue.
The Actress: Why this one?
Sam: Oh, I found it in my uh, Dad's tool drawer in out garage when I was really young.
The Actress: [Chuckles] Oh, yeah?
Sam: Yeah.
The Actress: Did you steal it?
Sam: Mmm-hmm. I uh, the girl on the cover is the first thing I ever masturbated to.
The Actress: Hmm. She's pretty.
Sam: I know. [Actress laughs]
The Actress: First thing I ever masturbated to, was probably a rerun of Charles in Charge.
Sam: Oh my god. That's awesome.
The Actress: Yep. I'm pretty cool. [They both laugh]

View Quote [A canine howl is heard]
Sam: Is that a dog?
Homeless King: It's a coyote!
Sam: It's not gonna bite me, right?
Homeless King: No. Coyotes are blessed creatures. [Walking past a coyote foraging through the contents of an overturned trash can] If you ever find yourself alone with a coyote, you don't run away. You follow it, see where it takes you. [Coyote runs off]
...
[Homeless King enters in code of a keypad of a door into a mountainside]
Homeless King: People think we own this land, the streets, the yards, the hills, the houses and caves. Everything belongs to the coyotes. [Leading Sam down a cave tunnel] They're just letting us use it. [Takes off Sam's blindfold]
Sam: Where are we?
Homeless King: You know I can't tell you that.
Sam: Sure. Of course.
Homeless King: Okay. Well.
Sam: Uh, this way? [Homeless King nods head and closes door]

View Quote [Sam and Millicent are swimming in the lake]
Millicent: I think someone's been following me.
Sam: You kidding?
Millicent: I wanted to make it look like we're here to screw.
Sam: We're not?
Millicent: I found this hidden in my dad's office. [Puts bracelet on Sam's wrist]
Sam: H6 to G4. Like a chess move? Your dad played chess?
Millicent: Yeah. He did. [Bullets start whizzing]
Sam: Get down! Get down! [They go underwater but Millicent perishes]

View Quote [Sam and Millicent are walking along chain link fence surrounding Silver Lake]
Millicent: So, what do you think it all means?
Sam: Not sure yet. Can't... can't quite see it, but I... I'm close, I think. [Sighs]
Millicent: [Sees a memorial shrine for a deceased dog] Oh, god. I don't think we should be walking around here at night.
Sam: I think we're safe. We don't have a dog with us.
Millicent: Yeah, but anyone who could kill a dog wouldn't think twice about killing a person.
Sam: Not sure that's true.
Millicent: So, you a cat person or a dog person?
Sam: It's hard to say. I got bit by my grandparents' terrier when I was kid, so I- I'm a little bit afraid of 'em.
Millicent: Oh, god, that's awful.
[They wake up a homeless man]
Homeless man: Ah! Got a little change?!
[Sam puts himself between Millicent and homeless man and starts patting side pocket]
Sam: No, no, no. Sorry.
Homeless man: No money to spare huh?! Does the lady know your cheap?!
Sam: **** you!
Homeless man: Ugly-ass piece of shit, worthless trash! Mother****er! You're more broke than I am! **** you! Come back here and sit next to papa! I'll shit in your mouth asshole! **** dickwad, piece of shit!
Sam: I know it's not okay for me to say this but I- I **** hate the homeless. Everybody says we need to take of them, but I think they're **** bullies. Poltergeists.
Millicent: You mean, ghosts?
Sam: Yeah. Yeah. All they do is float around the edges, on the peripheries and watch people eating delicious food, drinking beer and falling in love. They can't participate so they get jealous, and then they harrass us.
Millicent: Why don't you just give him a dollar next time? [Referring to lake] Have you ever been in there?
Sam: What? The reservoir?
Millicent: Yeah. Come on. [She starts climbing up fence]

View Quote [Sam and Sarah are lying in bed watching How to Marry a Millionaire (1953)]
Sam: That's pretty. [Admiring bracelet] What's that? Is that, uh... Is that engraved?
Sarah: Yeah, from an old boyfriend.
Sam: Oh. "Old boyfriend".
Sarah: Mmm-mm.
Sam: Hmm.
Sarah: Do you like my tattoo?
Sam: Is that real?
Sarah: No, it's temporary, from a pack of gum.
Sam: Oh, thank god for temporary.
Sarah: [Eating crackers] I know you think this is gross. [They both chuckle] But when I was sick in grade school, I- I ate my saltines and not my chicken noodle, and then I took a sip of OJ, and it was delicious. It's like, one of those undiscovered, unknown combinations, that no one should die without trying.

View Quote [Sam and the actress are in the bathroom with Sam taking a bath to wash off the skunk discharge]
The actress: [Reading comic pamphlet] "Who is the "Owl's Kiss"? The Owl's Kiss is a lost legend of folklore, just as terrifying as The Wolfman of Frankenstein's Monster. She is a woman who arrives at night through windows and locked doors, naked, except for her mask of taxidermied owl skin. She seduces men and women alike, killing them in their sleep. This beautiful scepter is responsible for dozens of deaths within the Los Angeles basin, though she has yet to be mentioned by mainstream media. Theories abound about her motives. This author believes she may be a member of a long-standing American cult, with origins in trade and finance. It is the unlucky soul who finds himself the recipient of an Owl's Kiss." What a bunch of horseshit. [Throws pamphlet on ground and chuckles] Oh... can't believe Jefferson Sevence is dead. Seems like every year, more and more celebrities and people I grew up with keep dying. Dick Clark, Elizabeth Taylor, Johnny Carson.
Sam: Everybody dies, even those people we think are gonna be here forever.
The actress: What were those pages on your nightstand? The one with all those scribbles?
Sam: No, it was nothing.
The actress: No, tell me. I want to know.
Sam: Well, have you ever heard about, um, old record albums, having Satanic messages in 'em if you play 'em backwards?
The actress: Sure.
Sam: Well, I was watching Wheel of Fortune, and I noticed Vanna White did this pattern of glances every so often. She would look straight ahead, to the right, to the left, and then back again. [The actress chuckles] I was like... I was just... I started to wonder. Is that random? Is there a reason? Like a pattern behind it? And if there is... if there is... maybe there's something meaningful in that pattern, so I started taking note of when it happened. Past seven months, I got a complete record. And just... I've been thinking. Why do we just assume that all this infrastructure and entertainment and open information and this beaming all over the place, all the time, and every single home on the planet is exactly what we're told it is? Maybe there're people out there who are more important than us, more powerful and wealthier than us, that are communicating things and seeing things in the world that are meant only for them, and not for us? I think it's **** ridiculous to assume that media has just one purpose, right?
The actress: Mmm-hmm, yeah.
Sam: Oh, you think that's weird.
The actress: A little
Sam: Okay. You don't ever think that maybe rich people know something that you and I don't?
The actress: Like... like, good restaurants, maybe.
Sam: Eh. [Chuckles]
The actress: Look, don't take this the wrong way, but you smell so bad.
Sam: Yeah.
The actress: And I- I think I should get going.
Sam: Okay. Thanks for the juice.
The actress: [She gets up and collects shoes] I'll be back when the smell goes away. [She walks away]

View Quote [Sam and the bar-buddy are on a hilltop overlooking Downtown Los Angeles at night launching a surveillance drone]
Sam: Where'd you get something like that?
Bar-buddy: Where you get everything, Amazon. [Watching view on a laptop] Check it out man. Silver Lake from above. [Drone focuses on a house and hover to window] Oh, there's a good one. I been, like, scouting out these houses. I swear to God, I think this chick used to be, like, a lingerie model or something. It's like, insane body. I mean, you know, you gotta be patient.
Sam: You ever feel like, you **** up somewhere a long time ago, and you're living the wrong life, like a bad version of the life you were supposed to have?
Bar-buddy: Come on, man. You're fine.
Sam: I used to think that I was gonna be someone that like, yeah... like people cared about. Like, maybe do something important.
Bar-buddy: ****, man. [Chuckles] Everyone thinks that. You know, it's narcissism and entitlement 101.
Sam: I feel like someone's been following me.
Bar-buddy: Yeah, probably. [Chuckles] Honestly, who's not being followed these days? [Owl hoots]
Sam: I mean, I'm... I'm feeling that alot lately, like even before all this craziness.
Bar-buddy: That's the modern persecution complex. Who needs witches and werewolves anymore, right? Now we have computers. I swear to God, at the very least, the entire population is suffering from mild paranoia. See, our monkey brains, they're not comfortable knowing that they're all interlinked and routed together now in some kind of all-knowing alien mind-hive, and that shit is a straight-up cesspool for delusion, for fear... [A light turns on in the apartment] oh! [A woman walks around in apartment] Looks like somebody's home! [Chuckles and starts to sing] Come with me, and you'll be... [Woman starts taking shirt off] Oh... in a world of pure imagination.
Sam: You're sick [Woman starts to cry] I'm gonna take off, see you soon.
Bar-buddy: Yeah, be careful out there, buddy.

View Quote [Sam arrives at a rooftop party at The Standard Downtown LA and is greeted by two bikini top hat girls holding Pacha cherry pin cushions]
Bikini Top Hat Girl: Welcome to Purgatory.
Sam: [Taking a pin] Good to be here. Needed some time to think about things.
Bikini Top Hat Girl: Use it wisely.
Rosie the riveter mime: [Reading a book aloud] "All these holy trinities of women thriving like plants under the heat of the city's male gaze.
[Sam is swimming in the pool hiding behind a beachball to eavesdrop on the three women]
Jesus and the Brides of Dracula: [Singing] Three, three, three, exploring where the cameras cannot see, you and I beneath the surface, where the lovers cannot breathe, turning teeth, turning teeth...
Troy': Jesus, we love you!
Jesus and the Brides of Dracula: [Singing] ...turning teeth...
Mae: Is Jesus still here? Did he leave already?
Troy: I'm not sure.
Fannie: He's with one of the brides I think.
Mae: Romantically?
Fannie: Probably. Sure does seem to be making his way through all of them.
Troy: One bride at a time.
Mae: He's a romantic.
Troy: You don't become a bride without **** Jesus. [They laugh]
Fannie: If he wasn't so handsome, he'd never get away with it.
Troy: Blessed by his holy father, I guess.

View Quote [Sam bursts into washroom with Jesus on the toilet]
Jesus: What the ****, man?! I'm taking a shit! [Sam grabs Jesus' leg and drags him off toilet] Get the **** off me! [Sam punches and slaps Jesus]
Sam: Huh, huh?! Why'd you put a code in the song?!
Jesus: What are you talking about?!
Sam: What are the tunnels for?!
Jesus: What?! [Sam punches him and Jesus groans] Ow! Why are you hitting me?!
Sam: Your song; Turning Teeth, there's a **** code in it! I need to know, why you put it in there, and what the **** it means!
Jesus: Help! [Groans]
Sam: [Grunts] **** tell me, eh?!
Jesus: I don't know anything about a code! [Sam twists Jesus' hand and he groans]
Sam: How could you not know?! You wrote the **** song!
Jesus: No, I didn't! I wrote most of them but not that one!
Sam: Bullshit!
Jesus: Honestly! The label gave me a few songs to record! The rest are all mine!
Sam: So, which songs did they give you?!
Jesus: Turning Teeth, Wire Mouth and Waltz of the Christian Shit Farmers!
Sam: That's all the hits!
Jesus: There's no reason to belittle me, man! [Sam twists Jesus' hands and he groans]
Sam: All right, who wrote the song?!
Jesus: They were delivered to me anonymously! I- I got a call from someone at the label. They said not to ask any questions, but, if I didn't record the songs, I'd lose my contract!
Sam: You're telling me you don't know who wrote your own hit song?
Jesus: He didn't give me a name, no! He just said it was an important piece of music by the songwriter!
Sam: "The songwriter"?!
Jesus: Yeah, the songwriter!