Barfly (1987)

Alice Krige: Tully

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• Tully : You can really write. Why do you live like a bum?

  Henry : I am a bum. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to write about the sufferings of the upper classes?

  Tully : This may be news to you but they suffer too.

  Henry : Hey baby, nobody suffers like the poor.

• Tully : Why did you send your stuff to us?

  Henry : Well, I liked the title of the mag. It boggled my scrotum.

  Tully : Why don't you stop drinking? Anybody can be a drunk.

  Henry : Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.

• Tully : Do you need a drink?

  Henry : Yeah, like a spider needs a fly.

• Tully : I take it you don't care for my world.

  Henry : [scoffs]  Well, baby, look around. It's a, it's a cage with golden bars.

• Henry : You know, in the guest house, you could write in peace.

  Tully : Hey, Tully baby, nobody who could write worth a damn could ever write in peace, Jesus.

• Tully : What is it? What went wrong?

  Henry : Look, baby. I belong on the streets. I don't feel right here. I feel like I can't breath.

  Tully : You just aren't used to easiness. You can grow into it.

  Henry : Hey, baby. Grow's for plants. I hate roots.

• Tully : What do you want to be - when you grow up?

  Henry : Hey Tully, I'm not pretending to be anything. That's the point.

  Tully : I'm glad there's a point.

• Tully : Excuse me, who are you?

  Henry : Hmm, the eternal question. The eternal answer: I don't know.

• Tully : I know something about you.

  Henry : Really?

  Tully : You've been jailed twelve times. You like Mahler and Mozart... You hate movies. You like avocados and Schopenhauer.

  Henry : Sound's like your man did his homework, baby.

  Tully : When I read your stories, I had to find out. They made me feel. And they make me curious, very curious.

• Tully : Shouldn't we tell the police?

  Henry : Not unless you want your new discovery in jail. Hey, they've got the wrong kind of bars in those places.

• Tully : I'm one of the main producers of the "Contemporary Review of Art and Literature."

  Henry : Oh, producer?

  Tully : I own the magazine.

  Henry : So?

  Tully : So, we've discovered you.

  Henry : Oh. Oh, I had an idea, that I'd be discovered - after my death.

  Tully : You look well on the way. You might beat our deadline.

• Tully : That whole thing was dumb! Childish. The impetuous act of a spoiled asshole.

  Henry : So, you hired a dick to find an asshole.