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Meu Pai, Eterno Amigo

Howard Keach: We'll invite guests. Brandy and cigars.
Harry Keach: What guests?
Howard Keach: Anybody you'd like: belly dancers, topless Watusi girls. You name it.

Harry Keach: Get yourself a job that's goin' someplace. Valedictorian yesterday, car washer today. Get yourself a real job.

Howard Keach: How long is long enough, Pop? Mom has been gone almost two years now. It's alright to want a little perfume in your life.
Harry Keach: Alright. Why don't you run down to the drug store and get me a bottle of that, eh, Chanel No. - I'll spray it in my shorts and maybe we can save some laundry money. No?

Sally: You are - going places.
Howard Keach: Hey, that's great! Thank you. God, I wish you'd tell that to my Dad.
Sally: I'd love to. Is he cute? I bet he is. I love older men. They always get so excited over - younger girls.

Howard Keach: Is your boss here?
Sally: He was and then all of the sudden he wasn't. He said something about taking some money to a laundry.

Lilly: I knew if I'd stand at this door long enough, you'll come over and wrestle it open for me, won't cha?

Siemanowski: You kids are all alike. Nothin's too good for ya. Here. Kids like you are turning this country to jello!

Siemanowski: Good with words comes later. This is where you're going to start. You know, I started on glueing machines. Yes, sah, my first job in this place. Now it's your job. Get the connection?
Howard Keach: You mean I'm not going to be a writer?
Siemanowski: You're going to be a feeder. A feeder on the glueing machine. As all you feeders know, this little lady has an appetite - and you're going to feed her.

Lilly: Harry, she was my best friend and I loved her. But, it can't be an open wound forever.
Harry Keach: Meaning it's - time to start gettin' it on?
Lilly: No. Getting on with it. She wouldn't want to see you in a deep freeze for the rest of your life.
Harry Keach: I suppose you got somebody in mind.
Lilly: Go stick it in your ear, buster.

Harry Keach: Hey, listen, I'm sorry about that 'I suppose you got somebody in mind' crack. I was just feelin' pissy.
Lilly: Yeah, I heard. You gonna be alright on your pension?
Harry Keach: You heard? What was it? On the five o'clock news?
Lilly: I got a carrier pigeon.

Howard Keach: I knew even if I got some place it wouldn't be anyplace. I don't want to spend the rest of my life on a job the *pisses* me off!
Harry Keach: Hey, idiot! You give up? I mean someday everything is gonna come down on you like a freight train, kiddo. And you gonna have nothin' to meet it with. It's a real hoot. I wanna work and can't, you can and don't.

Tom: You live in the past, Harry. You look back, you don't see what's in front of you.
Harry Keach: I see what's in front of me. That's why I look back.

Howard Keach: [to Harry] Isn't it terrific! We got a nifty house, an asshole, and a son-of-a-bitch. We'll cancel each other out.

Raymond: Speak up! Or I'll drive your head so far down in your ass you won't know if the lights is on!

Lawrence: I don't mean to scare you or nothin', but this line of work, it's like racing a motorcycle, testing your bones, livin' on the edge. You have to get pumped. It's excitement, sexual excitement - workin' at night and so forth.

Harry Keach: I talk to you and it's like riding a tricycle on a barrel of molasses.

Lilly: You know, we had a - nice thing going there for a minute. I'm going to like thinking about it. It just caught me by surprise, you know.

[last lines]
Howard Keach: That's okay. It's okay. It's just the way things are. Yeah, don't cry.

Lilly: [conducting a phrenology exam, feeling the back of Harry's head] That is amazing.
Harry Keach: What?
Lilly: It's very different. Well, I don't want you to take this as a come on, you understand, but, see, right back here were I'm feeling? That's were your amativeness is.
Harry Keach: What is that? A disease?
Lilly: It's from the Latin: amo, amas, amat. I love. You love. It's really sensuality, you know. And you have the most enormous bump of it. Right here. Here, feel it. Do you feel it?
Harry Keach: Yes. It's there alright. It makes me a red hot lover, that bump does. What do you got up there.
[reaches out and feels the back of Lilly's head, Lilly moves away]
Harry Keach: No. Fair is fair.
Lilly: Oh, come on, Harry. You're messing up my hair.
Harry Keach: Jesus *Christ*.
Lilly: What?
Harry Keach: That's as big as a baseball. Why would it be back here? What? Are you kidding me?
Lilly: No, I'm not kidding. Here. Here.
[holding up a phrenology key]
Lilly: There is friendship. There's conjugality. And there's amativeness. Right there. It's right there. Right there.
[feels the back Harry's head]
Harry Keach: They say it's all in your head anyway. Let me feel that again.
[feels the back of Lilly's head, Lilly smiles]
Harry Keach: Jesus, you gotta be a nymphomaniac to have a bump like that. The lady in the back. A nympho. After all these years. Maybe we should open a phrenology store together so we could feel bumps all day long.

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