Vibes (1988)
Cyndi Lauper: Sylvia Pickel
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Quotes
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Nick Deezy : To whom were you speaking?
Sylvia Pickel : To youm.
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Harry Buscafusco : May I ask, why d'ya keep a shotgun in your apartment?
Sylvia Pickel : It's not really mine. An old boyfriend left it here.
Harry Buscafusco : Why did he keep it?
Sylvia Pickel : I don't really know. You don't ask a guy named Icepick too many questions.
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Sylvia Pickel : You're very brave.
Nick Deezy : Everybody looks brave holding a machinegun.
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Sylvia Pickel : I'd give you the finger but I'm too refined.
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Sylvia Pickel : [affecting a snobbish accent] Will someone please settle this? In a Rolls Royce Corniche, the bar opens from left to right, not right to left, doesn't it?
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Dr. Weiner : All right Miss Pickle.
Sylvia Pickel : That's PickELL, Dr. Whiney.
Dr. Weiner : Whine-er
Sylvia Pickel : Sorry.
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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!
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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...
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Harry Buscafusco : He was a brilliant guy. Now, he could hold an in depth conversation with a cannoli.
Sylvia Pickel : Is he married?
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Harry Buscafusco : After your fight last night, you should have slept with me.
Sylvia Pickel : What good would that have done?
Harry Buscafusco : It would have done me a lot of good.
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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.
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Nick Deezy : I brought my own food. I'm taking no chances. This is all dehydrated.
Sylvia Pickel : So are you.
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Dr. Harrison Steele : And you're available in the next three months? I can count on you?
Sylvia Pickel : You can count on me, draw on me, anything you want.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Sylvia Pickel : She's trying to protect us.
Harry Buscafusco : From what?
Sylvia Pickel : From death and - horrible agony.
Harry Buscafusco : Well, we're going to have to look beyond that.
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Sylvia Pickel : Jerk! I had that guy eatin' outta my hand! Literally! Look! There's still melon.
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Sylvia Pickel : What's your problem, aside from your face?
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Sylvia Pickel : I'm surprised all women haven't tried to kill you!
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Sylvia Pickel : Honey Muffin? She calls you Honey Muffin and I can't call you Stretch-a-roo?
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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?
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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.
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Sylvia Pickel : No more cracks about my hair!
Nick Deezy : That's not going to be easy.
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Harry Buscafusco : Nick is a totally honorable guy. Despite that, I like him.
Sylvia Pickel : Oh, yeah? Well, tell me somethin'. Where is that talking frankfurter?
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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!
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Dr. Weiner : Miss Pickel, you're fabulous.
Sylvia Pickel : I've been told that before. Then they never call.
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Fred : No hard feelings, huh?
Sylvia Pickel : No. No feelings at all.