Vibes (1988)

Jeff Goldblum: Nick Deezy

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• Nick Deezy : I like to breathe, I'm good at it.

• Nick Deezy : To whom were you speaking?

  Sylvia Pickel : To youm.

• Doctor Harrison Steele : [Nick holds an M-16 on the bad guys]  Have you handled a machine gun before?

  Nick Deezy : Sure, lots of times, in high school. I was the captain of the machine gun team.

• Nick Deezy : [Nick is being tested by two researchers, a man and a woman]  Someone's had sex on this table.

  [they share guilty looks] 

• Sylvia Pickel : You're very brave.

  Nick Deezy : Everybody looks brave holding a machinegun.

• Nick Deezy : [In bed, Hillary removes her panties and hands them to Nick]  Another man has been holding these panties. You know I can tell.

  Hillary : It's, it's my father.

  Nick Deezy : What?

  Hillary : He did my laundry for me, I swear.

  Nick Deezy : Your father's a professional hockey player who scored two goals that night... and an assist?

  Hillary : Oh, God. I should have burned those panties.

  Nick Deezy : But why, Hillary? Why would you wanna sleep with...

  Hillary : I was lonely! You were gone! I went out with a bunch of girls. I had a bunch of drinks. We met a bunch of guys.

  Nick Deezy : You had a bunch of sex!

• Jane : How you doin' Lyle? How's that pretty Mrs. of yours?

  Lyle : Oh, fine.

  Jane : He's married to a former Miss Universe.

  Nick Deezy : Really?

  Lyle : Yeah, I don't just move ashtrays.

• Consuelo : I have something for you.

  Nick Deezy : I have something for you.

  Consuelo : Here. It's an aphrodisiac. It's made from the horn of rhinoceros and dried rabbit glands.

  [hands a pill to Nick] 

  Nick Deezy : But no sugar, I hope. Ooh! Are there rhinoceroses in a garage in New Jersey?

  Consuelo : What?

  Nick Deezy : A garage in New Jersey. I swear that's where this was made.

• Harry Buscafusco : Y'know what's happening here? You two are feelin' a lot of sexual tension as a result of the near miss in Nick's tent last night. Why don't you guys work that out? I'll turn around, give you a couple minutes. Have a good time.

  Nick Deezy : [Immediately]  Harry, you can turn around now.

  Harry Buscafusco : Already? I'd see a doctor about that.

• Nick Deezy : [as they set off to find Harry, Jr., Nick holds the shirt Harry gave him]  This isn't your son's shirt.

  Harry Buscafusco : Sure it is.

  Nick Deezy : No. This shirt's only been worn by one man, an older man much too old to be your son.

  Harry Buscafusco : Did I say my son? No! I'm sorry. I'm *his* son. It's my father that's missin', Harry, Sr.

  Nick Deezy : He's not that old, he's about your age.

  Harry Buscafusco : I'm adopted. My mother remarried. One of my high school buddies. She saw his picture in my yearbook and, WHAMMO.

• Nick Deezy : [Sylvia and Nick are kissing]  You know, I'm curious. When did you decide you liked me?

  Sylvia Pickel : Oh... I guess when you tried to save my life. I... I appreciated that. I thought back then, He's really nice. I thought, If there was ever anything I could do for him, I will.

  Nick Deezy : What do you mean?

  Sylvia Pickel : What do you mean?

  Nick Deezy : Do for me? What, like now?

  Sylvia Pickel : What's happening here? A minute ago you were ready to disappear down my throat.

  Nick Deezy : I don't know. This is, uh, starting to sound a little like... charity.

  Sylvia Pickel : I must have said the wrong words. I admit, I'm not that smart. I'm not a museum person.

  Nick Deezy : Well, you know, the way it's coming out, you're looking for a little action, there's nobody here but me and Harry, and I won. But not by much.

  Sylvia Pickel : Ok...

  [adopts a sarcastic tone] 

  Sylvia Pickel : I want you bad, alright? I dream about you and me and a house in Long Island. I'm only half a woman 'til I make love to you.

  [reverts to normal voice] 

  Sylvia Pickel : Are you happy now?

  Nick Deezy : Must we spoil what's been a depraved and embarassing evening?

  [Sylvia gasps] 

  Nick Deezy : No no no, please, not another word. This is just the way I want to forget you.

  Sylvia Pickel : Screw you!

  Nick Deezy : No thanks!

  Sylvia Pickel : Boy, Nick, you really know how to show a girl a good time.

  Harry Buscafusco : [enters the tent, hair set with pins and in a hairnet]  Hey, I forgot to ask you. Can I sleep on this?

  Sylvia Pickel : Who gives a shit?

  [leaves the tent] 

  Harry Buscafusco : What's the matter with her?

  Nick Deezy : I wouldn't sleep with her!

  Harry Buscafusco : Really?

  [grins] 

  Harry Buscafusco : Sylllviaaaa!

• Nick Deezy : A women. She's dead.

  Harry Buscafusco : Dead? A woman? Where?

  Nick Deezy : She's easy to find she's the one that's dea... that's odd.

  Sylvia Pickel : The police must have hauled her off,

  Nick Deezy : No, no, no, it's only been 5 minutes and we'd have hear the police. there'd be one of those chalk outlines of the body.

  Harry Buscafusco : Maybe she bounced, like outta the hotel. Women are soft.

  Sylvia Pickel : A gang! A gang took her away so that no questions could be asked.

  Harry Buscafusco : So we're discounting the bouncing theory?

  Nick Deezy : Completely. A gang that's gonna take another shot at me.

  Sylvia Pickel : Louise says gang.

  Harry Buscafusco : Well, gangs are not necessarily bad. Ya know there are nice gangs. There was Our Gang, Alfalfa, Buckwheat...

• Nick Deezy : What is it?

  Sylvia Pickel : It's Louise. She's very upset. She says there's a tremendous psychic energy on this floor.

  Harry Buscafusco : Probably somebody getting a sponge bath. I know that makes me crazy.

• Nick Deezy : Yes, one monent please but an important one. we been through stretch, stretch-aroo, next it'll be stretch-mark... where will it end?

• Nick Deezy : I brought my own food. I'm taking no chances. This is all dehydrated.

  Sylvia Pickel : So are you.

• Nick Deezy : She certainly wasn't my first girl. And she certainly won't be my last girl. But, I did think she was the right girl.

  Eugene : Are you talking to me, Nick?

  Nick Deezy : No. I was looking for sympathy. I must have thought you were somebody else.

• Sylvia Pickel : She says your girlfriend Hillary.

  Nick Deezy : Hillary! Yes, is she hurt? Is there something the matter?

  Sylvia Pickel : Worse. She's playing bouncy-bouncy with another guy. I'm trying to be as delicate as I can.

• Sylvia Pickel : I had to get outta that place. My body was still there, but, my mind would escape. Louise helped me do it.

  Nick Deezy : Where would you go?

  Sylvia Pickel : Anywhere I was happy. Like the movies! You know how hard it is to buy Goobers when you're outta your body?

• Nick Deezy : I'm going to give it some more thought.

  Sylvia Pickel : Why? Your life is in a shambles anyway.

  Nick Deezy : No. No, it's not in a shambles. It's in a mild state of disarray.

• Sylvia Pickel : Hey, Joy Boy, I need an opinion. Which dress do you like better? This one? Or, this one? Quick, cause I gotta hit the lobby.

  Nick Deezy : Do you own any dresses that rise above the mid-bosom?

  Sylvia Pickel : Mid-bosom? I love the way you talk. You probably also say penis. All my dresses are like this. If Macy's wants to sell somethin', they put it in the front window. Right? I'll wear the pink.

• Nick Deezy : There are a lot of attractive women here.

  Sylvia Pickel : Yeah. Elegant. Classy.

  Nick Deezy : Hey, so what? See these women? Take away the expensive clothes, the high flowing manners, the sophistication, what have you got?

  Sylvia Pickel : Me.

• Consuelo : [walks out in a negligee]  You like?

  Nick Deezy : Parts of me are already applauding.

• Nick Deezy : That's a lot of money. Why do you want to share it with me?

  Sylvia Pickel : Hey, I got ethics, you know. You think I want to take some guys money and totter off to Ecuador and not find his son?

• Nick Deezy : Look, I don't make major life decisions on the spur of the moment like this.

  Sylvia Pickel : I do.

  Nick Deezy : Well, your major life decision is probably how high should I comb my hair today.

• Nick Deezy : I see you ordered another drink. Would like them to run a hose from the bar to your mouth?

• Sylvia Pickel : No more cracks about my hair!

  Nick Deezy : That's not going to be easy.

• Ingo Swedlin : [draws his gun]  Nick, you've been to the lost city. Tell me where it is.

  Nick Deezy : No.

  Ingo Swedlin : [lowers his gun]  The count of tree, and they're all over the mountain.

  Nick Deezy : They being?

  Ingo Swedlin : Your nuts.

  Nick Deezy : Just to clarify.

  Ingo Swedlin : One.

  Sylvia Pickel : Tell 'em!

• Dr. Harrison Steele : I wish you'd reconsider becoming a part of my project. It's going to be very exciting.

  Nick Deezy : I kind of made a decision. I don't wanna be a psychic anymore.

  Dr. Harrison Steele : What?

  Nick Deezy : Yeah, I'm going to turn may attention to ceramics. I'll send you a donkey.

• Consuelo : I'm going to kill you!

  Nick Deezy : I take it sex is off?

• Nick Deezy : This is definitely the place. The truck's been here before. Very strong - vibrations.