After Hours (I) (1985)

Griffin Dunne: Paul Hackett

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• [after witnessing a murder through a window] 

  Paul Hackett : I'll probably get blamed for that.

• Marcy : My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you?

  Paul Hackett : "The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah, I've seen it.

  Marcy : Well, when we made love, whenever he - you know, when he came, he would just - scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!"

  Paul Hackett : Wow.

  Marcy : I know. Instead of moaning or saying, "Oh, God" or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.

• [Paul has no money for a subway token] 

  Paul Hackett : Couldn't you just give me one token, please?

  Subway Attendant : I can't do that. I may lose my job.

  [Paul looks around and sees no one else in the station] 

  Paul Hackett : Well, who would know... exactly?

  Subway Attendant : I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone... who knows?

• Paul Hackett : [on his knees, screaming to the heavens]  What do you want from me? What have I done? I'm just a word processor, for Christ sake!

• Street Pickup : Why don't you just go home?

  Paul Hackett : Pal, I've been asking myself that all night.

• Paul Hackett : So, how 'bout that joint?

  Marcy : Yeah. Good idea.

  [Marcy gives Paul a joint] 

  Paul Hackett : What type of pot is this?

  Marcy : It's Colombian.

  Paul Hackett : That's a lie.

  Marcy : What?

  Paul Hackett : This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot.

  Marcy : That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was.

  Paul Hackett : Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you. That's shit.

  Marcy : Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore.

  Paul Hackett : That's horse shit.

  Marcy : Are you alright?

  Paul Hackett : Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here for in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now!

  Marcy : What's the matter?

  Paul Hackett : I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up.

  Marcy : Right now?

  Paul Hackett : Yes, right now!

  Marcy : They're in Kiki's bedroom.

  Paul Hackett : Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have *anything* to hold them down with!

  Marcy : Fine.

• Horst : That was rude of you, before, Paul. You really ought to be ashamed of yourself.

  Paul Hackett : I don't know what could have come over me.

  Horst : Lack of discipline.

  Paul Hackett : Possibly.

• June : Why are you doing this?

  Paul Hackett : What?

  June : You flirt with me. You share your cigarette with me. You dance with me. You're nice to me. Why are doing this?

  Paul Hackett : I want - to live.

  Club Berlin Bartender : Okay, sorry folks, we're closin' up.

  Paul Hackett : I just...

  Club Berlin Bartender : Time to go home.

  Paul Hackett : Want to live. Live.

  June : Come downstairs with me, Paul. Come on.

• Paul Hackett : Could we have the check?

  Coffee Shop Cashier : It's on the house.

  Paul Hackett : Really?

  Coffee Shop Cashier : Sure. What the hell. Different rules apply when it get's this late. You know what I mean? It's like after hours.

• Tom the Bartender : How about a drink? You look like you could use one.

  Paul Hackett : You don't happen to have any powerful aphrodisiacs back there, do you?

  Tom the Bartender : She won't put out, huh?

  Paul Hackett : No, it's not for her. It's for me. I seem to have gotten myself involved with one of your cocktail waitresses.

  Tom the Bartender : Miss Bee Hive 1965.

  Paul Hackett : Yes. Don't even ask me how.

  Tom the Bartender : So, take off. What's she gonna do? Kill herself?

• Paul Hackett : You wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight. You just, wouldn't believe it.

  Gail : Oh, I'm a ice cream vendor - Mr. Softee.

  Paul Hackett : What? I - you misunderstood me. I didn't ask what you did for a living. I said, you wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight.

  Gail : It's not boring. And I have my own Mr. Softee truck. It's not - it's not boring.

• Paul Hackett : Is Marcy here?

  Kiki : She had to go to the all-night drugstore.

  Paul Hackett : Is she all right?

  Kiki : It's under control.

• Paul Hackett : You have a great body.

  Kiki : Yes. Not a lot of scars.

• Paul Hackett : Wow, I'm sorry. I guess I'm really puttin' you through the mill tonight, huh?

  Marcy : It's okay, I'm used to it.

• Paul Hackett : Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?

  Marcy : I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there off the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made any noise, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours.

  Paul Hackett : My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy?

  Marcy : No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are.

• Julie : Do you like The Monkees?

  Paul Hackett : What's your name?

  Julie : Julie.

  Paul Hackett : I'm Paul.

  Julie : Rough night, huh, Paul?

• Paul Hackett : Can I ask you something? I've wanted to ask you this all night. Who's Franklin?

  Marcy : Franklin? Franklin is my husband.

  Paul Hackett : Really? Is that - his loft, then?

  Marcy : He owns it yes.

  Paul Hackett : Well, do you live with him?

  Marcy : No, he's in Turkey. Look, I stayed with my husband for three days. I was very young when I got married.

• Paul Hackett : Would you just give me a break? I really just want to go home.

  Subway Attendant : I'm sorry. I can't do that. I could lose my job.

  Paul Hackett : Well, who would - who would know exactly?

  Subway Attendant : I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone, who knows?

  Paul Hackett : Would you just give me a god damn token!

  Subway Attendant : No, god damn it! I cannot give you a token. Those tokens are a dollar and a half. I can't sell them for 97 cents. We lose money that way.

  Paul Hackett : Alright, there's a train! There's a train! Come on, give me a token! Come on!

• Paul Hackett : Why doesn't he have to wait a few minutes?

  Club Berlin Bouncer : Tonight is mohawk night. If you had a mohawk, you could go in.

  Paul Hackett : [laughs]  Oh, come on! We're both adults! Why don't you just let me in?

  Club Berlin Bouncer : Do you really want to go inside?

• [Paul is trying to get into a nightclub] 

  Club Berlin Bouncer : Got any money?

  Paul Hackett : Yes I got money. Is that what this is all about, you want money? Why didn't you ask for that in the first place man. Here, it's all I got.

  [gives the Bouncer a quarter] 

  Club Berlin Bouncer : I'll take your money 'cos I don't want you to feel you left anything untried. Now, you keep the quarter...

  [gives Paul his quarter back] 

  Club Berlin Bouncer : ...but you still have to wait a few minutes.

• Paul Hackett : I like that.

  Kiki : Do you?

  Paul Hackett : Yeah. Very much. It reminds me of that Edvard Munch painting. Was it the, eh, "The Shriek".

  Kiki : "The Scream".

  Paul Hackett : "The Scream," right.

• Julie : Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo?

  Paul Hackett : Yes... yes, I do.

  Julie : Then why don't you touch it?

• Paul Hackett : Greg called.

  Marcy : Oh, how'd that little faggot find out I was staying here tonight? He probably wants to whine to me about his latest boyfriend.

  Paul Hackett : Friends like that are hard to deal with sometimes.

  Marcy : Well, that's what friends are for!

• Paul Hackett : Now what? Incredible. Where the hell is he?

  Julie : You know, I live across the street. Would you like a TV dinner?

• Paul Hackett : I don't know what to say. I just, I don't know what to say.

  Biker #1 : What can you say? After all, it wasn't your fault.

• Paul Hackett : Excuse me. Could you - it's okay - could you help me? Please help me.

  Street Pickup : What do you want me to do?

  Paul Hackett : Where do you live? Can you take me - can you take me home?

  Street Pickup : There's certain things that I - I - I will not do. I'm telling you in advance.

• Paul Hackett : I'm not a thief. I'm not a thief! Right? I'm not a thief.

• Paul Hackett : I'm having a really - really bad night.

• Paul Hackett : Which way you headed?

  Marcy : Downtown, SoHo.

  Paul Hackett : Oh, nice... nice. A loft?

  Marcy : Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses.

  Paul Hackett : Really...

  Marcy : She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one?

  Paul Hackett : Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they?

  Marcy : I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460.

  Paul Hackett : 243-3460.

  Marcy : Her name's Kiki Bridges.

  Paul Hackett : Kiki Bridges, okay.

  Marcy : Nice talkin' to ya.

  Paul Hackett : Yeah, great talkin' to you.

• Marcy : I love that book. I love that book.

  Paul Hackett : Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah. I think Miller is really great.

  Marcy : This is not a book. This is a prolonged insult. A gob of spit in the face of art. A kick in the pants to truth, beauty, God... Something like that.

  Paul Hackett : That's very good.

  Marcy : Now, that's all I remember.

  Paul Hackett : I've read this before. I know, I mean, I know, I was just rereading it. I don't reread books that often; but, I don't know, this one's my favorite. I like it better than "Capricorn" or "Plexus" or "Sexus".

• Kiki : You do that all day and your own shoulders get pretty sore.

  Paul Hackett : You want a massage?

  Kiki : You read my mind. Would you?

  Paul Hackett : Sure. I'm not too good at this. I just know a few basic moves.

  Kiki : Just make it hurt and you're on the right track.

• Marcy : I hope you don't have to get up early tomorrow morning or anything.

  Paul Hackett : No. No, I don't.

  Marcy : Because I think you're somebody I can really talk to. And tonight I feel like - I feel like I'm gonna let loose or something. I feel like - I feel like something incredible is really gonna happen here!

  [laughs] 

  Marcy : I feel soooo excited. I don't know why? I feel it.

  [laughs] 

  Marcy : I'm glad you came.

  [laughs] 

• Julie : I'm gonna give you a present.

  Paul Hackett : Don't do that. That's really not necessary at all. I mean, I've only known you for, what, an hour.

  Julie : No, no, no. You said that you were gonna come back and you did. In these days, that is something to be commended and rewarded. Do you know what this is?

  Paul Hackett : No.

  Julie : This is a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight. I bought it from a local artist, Kiki Bridges. Did you ever hear of her?

• Paul Hackett : I have had a terrible, terrible night. Do you understand?

  Gail : I'm just trying to entertain you.

  Paul Hackett : I don't want any entertainment! And, I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry. I am under - oh God, I - I'm unable to get home tonight, you know. I can't get home.

• Street Pickup : I really have to tell you something before we start. I have never done this with a man before and I am a little bit nervous.

  Paul Hackett : Can I - can I use your telephone?

• Paul Hackett : My money flew out the window.

• [first lines] 

  Paul Hackett : [Paul and Lloyd in front of a computer terminal]  Alright, punch. Punch it in.

  Lloyd : Right.

  Paul Hackett : Okay, let's, first of all, refresh the screen here. Alright, and go into "format ruler".

  [Lloyd punches at the keyboard] 

  Paul Hackett : There.

  Lloyd : All right. Now, file?

  Paul Hackett : Right.

  Lloyd : Right?

  [presses a key] 

  Lloyd : And it's in memory?

  Paul Hackett : Right. And?

  [Lloyd thinks] 

  Paul Hackett : Mark this down in the prefix...

  Lloyd : Right.

  Paul Hackett : ...file codes.

  Lloyd : Prefix code. Right, right, right.

  [Lloyd punches in the code] 

  Paul Hackett : Good. Yeah, you got it. Another week, you'll have it down.