Jack Nicholson: Jonathan

Carnal Knowledge

Jonathan

Jonathan: Look, sister, I'm out there in the jungle - eight hours a day!
Bobbie: You wouldn't even let me canvas for Kennedy.
Jonathan: You want a job? I got a job for you. Fix up this pigsty! You get a pretty Goddammed good salary for testing out this bed all day! You want an extra fifty dollars a week, try vacuuming! You want an extra hundred, make this Goddammed bed! Try opening some Goddammed windows! That's why you can't stand up in here, the Goddammed place smells like a coffin!

Jonathan: Alright, where the fuck is my shoehorn? This place is a mess! There's not any food in the house, half the time you look like you fell out of bed! You spend more time in bed than any other human being past the age of 6 months than I ever heard of!

Bobbie: I need a life.
Jonathan: Get a job!
Bobbie: I don't want a job! I want you.
Jonathan: I'm taken, by me! Get out of the house! Do something useful, goddammit.

Jonathan: Talk about the pot and the kettle. When I caught wind of your checkered past, I felt like a celibate.
Bobbie: You made me tell you.
Jonathan: Sure. I twisted your arm.
Bobbie: It got you hot!
Jonathan: Something has to.

Jonathan: Oh, Bobbie. You don't need me. Why do you let yourself in for this kind of abuse? Walk out. Leave me. Please leave me. God's sake, I'd almost marry you if you'd leave me.
Bobbie: You call that abuse? You don't know what I'm used to. With all your carrying on, to me you're a gift.

Jonathan: She's a real ball-buster, that one. I've been through the mill with her kind.
Sandy: Yeah?
Jonathan: You think a girl goes for you, and you find out she's after your money or your balls - or your money *and* your balls. Women today are better-hung than the men.

[last lines]
Jonathan: I'm not kind.
Louise: I don't mean "weak" kind the way so many men are. I mean the kindness that comes from enormous strength, from an inner power so strong that every act, no matter what, is more proof of that power. That's what all women resent. That's why they try to cut you down, because your knowledge of yourself and them is so right, so true, that it exposes the lies by which they, every scheming one of them, live by. It takes a true woman to understand that the purest form of love is of a man who denies himself to her, of a man who inspires worship, because he has no need for any woman. Because he has himself, and who is better, more beautiful, more powerful, more perfect... you're getting hard... more strong, more masculine, more extraordinary, more... bust. It's rising, it's rising... more virile, domineering. More irresistible. It's up, it's in the air...

Jonathan: At one time, it was great what we had... the kidding around. It can't have a natural time span. Affairs can't dissolve in a good way. There's always got to be poison. I don't see why, I really don't see why!

Jonathan: The first time I do it, I want it beautiful. I don't want to waste it on some beast.
Sandy: I feel the same way about getting laid as I feel about going to college. I'm being pressured into it.

Jonathan: Is this an ultimatum? Answer me, you ball-busting, castrating, son of a cunt bitch! Is this an ultimatum or not?

Cindy: Sandy and I have a party to go to.
Jonathan: Sandy's busy.
Cindy: You wanna come around sometime by yourself, that's one thing. I've been expecting that. But you tell Sandy that if he lays one hand on that tub of lard in there, not to come home. So you call me.