Swimming Pool (2003)
Charlotte Rampling: Sarah Morton
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Quotes
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Sarah Morton : Awards are like hemorrhoids. Sooner or later every asshole gets one.
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Sarah Morton : I pity your mother.
Julie : You pity her? Why?
Sarah Morton : Well, I imagine having a daughter who comes home with a different man every night must be difficult for a mother.
Julie : Well, you imagine wrong. You know what? You're just a frustrated Englishwoman who writes about dirty things but never does them. You can shove your uptight morals up your ass!
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Julie : I'm so tired!
Sarah Morton : Not surprising. It's tiring to kill a man.
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Sarah Morton : When someone keeps an entire part of their life secret from you, it's fascinating and frightening.
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Julie : [in French; subtitled] AHH! You scared me!
Sarah Morton : [in French] Who are you? What are you doing in my house?
Julie : [in French] Your house? This is my house! I should be asking you.
[short pause; now speaking English]
Julie : Are you English?
Sarah Morton : [in English] That's correct. I'm Sarah Morton, I'm a writer and my publisher, John Bosload, is letting me have this house.
Julie : Ah, so you're Daddy's latest conquest.
Sarah Morton : You're his daughter?
Julie : So what? He didn't say I was coming?
Sarah Morton : No, he didn't tell me you were coming.
Julie : I'm not surprised. Is he here?
Sarah Morton : No, I'm here on my own and I'm here to work, and not expecting visitors.
Julie : [lights a cigarette] So he's not here.
Sarah Morton : Are you going to be staying long?
Julie : I don't know. I don't have much work these days. So, which bedroom did you take?
Sarah Morton : The one upstairs overlooking the pool.
Julie : Of course. That's the best one. Well, I better unpack.
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Julie : [sauntering over to Sarah's lounge chair, bikini bottom without the top, long legs, bare breasts, charming raw European accent] You not too hot?
[the older woman wakes up, startled]
Julie : Sorry I woke you up.
Sarah Morton : [composing herself] No.
[sitting up]
Sarah Morton : I was just dozing.
Julie : [soft laugh, casually sitting down flat next to Sarah's deck chair, not at all mindful of her lack of dress] You must be working too hard. You should take a swim in the pool. The water is cold. It will wake you up.
Sarah Morton : Ah, well, thank you for your advice, but I absolutely loathe swimming pools.
Julie : Yeah, I know what you mean. I prefer the sea too. The ocean,
[smiling fondly]
Julie : the crashing waves, that feeling of danger that you could loose footing and be swept away... Pools are boring, there's no excitement, its just a big bathtub.
Sarah Morton : [coldly summing up] It's more like a cesspool of living bacteria.
Julie : [looking back, clearly more optimistic about life] Oh that? No, it's just a bit of dirt and leaves.
[Sarah nods, unconvinced, set in her ways]
Julie : So, what are you writing? A romance novel?
Sarah Morton : [smirks at the very thought] God, no, I write crime fiction.
Julie : Oh, yeah.
[disapprovingly:]
Julie : That's how he makes his money.
Sarah Morton : [haughtily] And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful house in France for his daughter to enjoy.
Julie : [slight frown, reminded of her status as Daddy's girl] What about you? Are your books selling well?
Sarah Morton : [grimly] I can't complain.
Julie : [chummily] What is this one about?
Sarah Morton : [as if to quell her enthusiasm by pouring cold water over her] Murders. And the police investigation.
Julie : [giggling] In the Luberon? With rich English stories?
Sarah Morton : [her impatience now all-out] Listen, if you don't mind, I do have work to do.
Julie : Okay! I leave you alone, Miss Marple. I need to make some phone calls anyway.
[walks off, her wedge heels clattering, leaving Sarah to the emptiness of her departure]
