Maidstone (1970)

Norman Mailer: Norman T. Kingsley

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Quotes 

• [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?

• [the fight between Rip Torn and Norman Mailer is broken up] 

  Norman Mailer : I'm not hurt!

  Man : Yes, you are.

  Norman Mailer : He's hurt worse than me!

  Beverly Bentley : [crying hysterically]  Norman! Your head is bleediiinnng!

  Norman Mailer : Yes, because he hit me with a hammer, the asshole!

• Norman Mailer : [to Rip Torn]  If I was as ugly as you, I'd bury my head in shit. Which is what you do.

• [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!

• [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.

• Norman Mailer : [as Rip Torn starts attacking him with a hammer]  You crazy fool!

• [in the aftermath of the fight, Rip Torn approaches Norman Mailer, trying to explain himself] 

  Norman Mailer : GET AWAY FROM ME! OR I'M GONNA COLD-COCK YOU!

• 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.