Clayton Boone:
No, I don't have a girlfriend.
James Whale:
Why not?
Clayton Boone:
You have to kiss some ass to get a piece of it.
James Whale:
My life is a game of strip poker. Want to play?
Clayton Boone:
You must think the whole world is queer.
[
on meeting Princess Margaret]
James Whale:
This is my gardener Clayton Boone. He's never met a princess before, only queens.
James Whale:
He's never met a princess - only queens.
James Whale:
Bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, for you but not for me. O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling? Grave, where thy victory?
James Whale:
One likes to live simply.
James Whale:
Oh, shut up. All we did was talk.
James Whale:
And we're quite informal around here - no need to worry about a bathing suit.
James Whale:
It is kind of you to indulge your elders in their vices. Just as I indulge the young in theirs.
James Whale:
Take off your shirt, and I'll tell you all about it.
James Whale:
Oh, don't be daft.
James Whale:
Making movies is the most wonderful thing in the world. Working with friends - entertaining people - yes, I suppose I miss it.
James Whale:
I suppose you'd like the top down?
Clayton Boone:
If that's all right with you.
James Whale:
Nothing would please me more.
David Lewis:
You only embarrass yourself.
James Whale:
Oh dear, I'll never work in this town again.
James Whale:
There was a time when this place was full of pricks. Big, hard, arrogant pricks.
Clayton Boone:
Enough already. Isn't it bad enough that you tell me you're a fucking homo? You have to rub it in my face?
James Whale:
Who is this new yardman?
Hannah:
Mr. Bugen... something B... I don't know. He came cheap!
James Whale:
There are no Monsters here...
James Whale:
Hatred was the only thing that kept my soul alive. And amongst the men I hated... was my dear old dumb father, who put me in that hell in the first place.
Clayton Boone:
I am NOT... your monster.
Hannah:
Poor Mr. Jimmy. There is much good in him, but he will suffer the fires of hell.
Clayton Boone:
Oh yeah?
Hannah:
That is what the priests tell me. His sins of the flesh will keep him from heaven.
Clayton Boone:
Hell, everybody's got those.
Hannah:
No. His is the worst. The unspeakable. The deed no man can name without shame. What is the good English? All I know is bugger, he's a bugger, men who bugger each other...
Clayton Boone:
A homo?
Hannah:
*Yes*, you *know*...
James Whale:
[
about the Frankenstein monster] He's noble. Noble and misunderstood.
Edmund Kay:
You're a dirty old man.
James Whale:
Oh.
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