Finally had a chance to see “Silver Linings Playbook” this weekend. Well, I shouldn’t say “finally,” since this is the first time it’s been in theaters here in Traverse City.
I really loved the movie and understand why it’s doing well on the awards circuit. It’s nominated for several Oscars, including best picture, best actress (Jennifer Lawrence, who played Tiffany), and best actor (Bradley Cooper, who played Pat).
Here are a few quotables from the movie (Note, profanity ahead!). I think the first one is my favorite.
Tiffany: You let me lie to you for a week?
Pat: I was trying to be romantic.
Tiffany: Can we get through one fucking conversation without you reminding me that my goddamn husband’s dead?
Tiffany: You love me?
Tiffany: You’re not a standup guy today, Pat!
Tiffany: I opened up to you, and you judged me.
Pat: The only way to beat my crazy was by doing something even crazier. Thank you. I love you. I knew it from the moment I saw you. I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up.
Tiffany: You know, for a while, I thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me. But now I’m starting to think you’re the worst.
Pat: Of course you do. Come on, let’s go dance.
Tiffany: I was a slut. There will always be a part of me that is dirty and sloppy, but I like that, just like all the other parts of myself. I can forgive. Can you say the same for yourself, fucker? Can you forgive? Are you capable of that?
Officer Keogh: Hey, aren’t you Tommy’s widow?
Tiffany: Yes, I’m Tommy’s crazy whore widow. Minus the whore thing, for the most part.
Officer Keogh: You want to get a drink sometime?
[Tiffany turns around and walks away in disgust]
Pat: You shouldn’t say that to her. She doesn’t do that anymore.
Officer Keogh: What? What did I say?
Pat: She doesn’t do that anymore.
Pat: You have poor social skills. You have a problem.
Tiffany: I have a problem? You say more inappropriate things than appropriate things.
Pat: I don’t have an iPod. I don’t have a phone. They don’t let me make calls. I’m going to call Nikki.
Pat: What the fuck? I’m married!
Tiffany: So am I!
Pat: What the fuck are you doing, your husband’s dead!
Tiffany: Where’s your wife?
Pat: You’re crazy!
Tiffany: I’m not the one who just got out of that hospital in Baltimore.
Pat: And I’m not the big slut!… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.
Tiffany: I was a big slut, but I’m not any more. There’s always going to be a part of me that’s sloppy and dirty, but I like that. With all the other parts of myself. Can you say the same about yourself fucker? Can you forgive? Are you any good at that?
Pat: Mom, can we stop at the library? I want to read Nikki’s entire high school syllabus.
Pat: Nikki’s waiting for me to get in shape and get my life back together. Then we’re going to be together.
Pat: How old are you?
Tiffany: Old enough to have a marriage end and not wind up in a mental hospital.
Pat: Wait, what’s this?
Tiffany: I thought you were doing it.
Pat: I thought you were doing it.
Pat: You look nice.
Tiffany: Thank you.
Pat: Oh, I’m not flirting with you.
Tiffany: Oh, I didn’t think you were.
Pat: I just see that you made an effort, and I’m gonna be better with my wife. I’m working on that. I wanna acknowledge her beauty. I never used to do that. I do now. Just practicing. How’d Tommy die?
[Tiffany looks shocked and sad]
Tiffany: I do this! Time after time after time! I do all this shit for other people! And then I wake up and I’m empty! I have nothing!
Pat Sr.: [upon arriving at the hotel and seeing the professional dancers on the night of the competition] Holy shit. Is this Dancing with the Stars?