Maidstone (1970)
Rip Torn: Raoul Rey O'Houlihan
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Quotes
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Rip Torn : [as he tries to hit Norman Mailer with a hammer] You're supposed to die. Norman T. Kingsley, you must die, not Mailer, not Mailer. I don't want to kill Mailer but I must kill Kingsley, in the picture.
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[Improvising, Rip Torn starts swinging a hammer at Norman Mailer, landing a blow on his head. Mailer, who isn't acting, wrestles him to the ground while biting his ear. They lie on the ground with their arms wrapped around each other, deadlocked]
Norman Mailer : Let go of that hammer! Let go of the hammer!
Rip Torn : No, baby. No, baby. You know you trust me. You trust me. You trust me. You trust me. You trust me. Come on.
Norman Mailer : I'll trust you, if you trust me.
Rip Torn : All right.
Norman Mailer : You promise?
Rip Torn : Promise.
Norman Mailer : All right. OK. Let go.
[Mailer releases his grip on him]
Rip Torn : OK... OK... OK... I'm sorry, dad. I'm sorry.
Norman Mailer : All right. Now please get up.
Rip Torn : Now, let me kiss you.
Norman Mailer : No, no...
[Rip starts attacking him again and they continue to wrestle on the ground]
Norman Mailer : HEY! WILL YOU CUT THIS FUCKING IDIOT OUT?
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[last lines]
Norman Mailer : [to the cameraman] You might as well turn off this tape because he's a very dull talker. And he never stops so long as anything is running.
Rip Torn : [points at Mailer] Ooooh! Ooooh!
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[after the fight]
Rip Torn : [staring at Mailer with a wild look in his eyes] Adios.
Norman Mailer : Motherfucker.
Rip Torn : Walk on.
Norman Mailer : Kiss off.
Rip Torn : [whispers] Walk on.
Norman Mailer : Kiss off.
Rip Torn : [smiles] I leave the kissing... to you.
Norman Mailer : Yeah. And we'll leave the shit-eating to you.
Rip Torn : No, no more. That's your speciality.
Norman Mailer : The treachery is yours.
Rip Torn : A champ. I salute. Champ.
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Rip Torn : [to Norman Mailer, trying to explain his unprovoked hammer attack on him] When is assassination ever planned? It's done. It's done.
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Rip Torn : But anyway, you're just a fraud, aren't you?
Norman Mailer : I'm a fraud and you're a cocksucker.
Rip Torn : Oh, no... you're the cocksucker.
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Norman Mailer's son : [sobbing] Don't fight anymore.
Rip Torn : That's right, baby, no fighting. It was just a scene in a Hollywood whorehouse movie.