High Spirits (1988)
Peter O'Toole: Peter Plunkett
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Quotes
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Peter Plunkett : [on the phone with Jim Brogan] Sir, once again I must remind you that my first name is not "Dick". Nor is my surname "face". It is simply "Peter". "Peter Plunkett"... No, I was not given a middle name but I'm sure if I had, my mother would not have chosen "shit-for-brains peckerhead"... Well then clearly you know a side to my mother that I have been happily sheltered from. Nevertheless I marvel at your colorfully creative ever-so-American colloquialisms which flow so trippingly from your razor-like tongue!
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Peter Plunkett : All I wanted to be was happily useless, you made me miserably useless.
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Mrs. Plunkett : Your father's so worried, he's tearing his hair out!
Peter Plunkett : Mother, father has been dead for a decade
Mrs. Plunkett : And what about your grandmother? How do you think she feels?
Peter Plunkett : Mother, grandmother is dead too!
Mrs. Plunkett : She's still upset
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Peter Plunkett : [sees large bricks coming out of the wall behind him as he drinks] What is going on here? Eamon? Why are chunks of masonry floating about?
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Mrs. Plunkett : [Peter is about to hang himself] Oh! Taking the easy way out, you naughty boy!
Peter Plunkett : Mother, please! This is not easy, this is very, very difficult!
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Peter Plunkett : If I cannot send your payment, how on earth do you expect to transport an entire castle across the sea? The number of stamps alone is mind boggling!
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Katie : But there are no bloody ghosts here!
Peter Plunkett : I know, but there will be. We'll invent them!
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Malcolm : This is the most pitiful supernatural sham that I've ever encountered!
Peter Plunkett : We'll get better, I assure you.
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Jack : [he and Peter Plunkett are drinking hard liquor together, and becoming friends] I don't want you to lose your castle. Not to my father-in-law, he's a son-of-a-bitch.
Peter Plunkett : Oh, my dear fellow, you're too kind. He's an unlovely combination of a son-of-a-bitch and a rat's knackers.
Jack : What's a rat's knackers?
Peter Plunkett : It's an unholy trinity of a muckraker, a gob-o'-shite and a whore's mount.
Jack : The guy's a dick.
Peter Plunkett : In a word.
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Katie : [hanging from the castle awning] The things I do for you!
Peter Plunkett : [looking on as the bus recklessly drives away] Deeply appreciated... oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
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Peter Plunkett : Those of you with nervous dispositions would do well to protect yourself. Lock your windows, bolt your doors, say your prayers, for tonight, they may be walking abroad...
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Peter Plunkett : [speaking to the ghost of his father in the office] What did you have to give me this place for? You knew I was an incompetent! All I wanted to be was happily useless. You made me miserably useless. What did you give me this place for?
[starts throwing papers up into the air]
Peter Plunkett : baths to run, bills to be paid, and then dying on me, just like that! Most people give some warning, you know. Premature senility, angina, gout, bed-ridden for years... but not you. Oh, no, no, no. Healthy as an old goat, you pop off one day in the orchard. And what then? Not a god-damned word, not a whisper? Did it never occur to you I might need some advice?... I missed you Daddy
Plunkett Senior : Aww! Give your daddy a hug...
[goes to hug his father, and falls through him, landing on the floor]
Plunkett Senior : Oh, sorry. Peter.
