Michael Pitt credited as playing...
Matthew
- Matthew: Yes, I'm drunk. And you're beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I'll be sober but you'll still be beautiful.
- Matthew: I was one of the insatiables. The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist's cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world.
- Theo: Clapton is God, Matthew.
- Matthew: I don't believe in God; but, if I did, he would be a black, left-handed guitarist. This is not Chaplin and Keaton. This is Clapton and Hendrix.
- Theo: Matthew, Clapton reinvented the electric guitar.
- Matthew: Clapton reinvented the electric guitar? Clapton plugs in a guitar, he plugs in an electric guitar and he plays it like an acoustic guitar. Hendrix plugs in an electric guitar, he plays with his teeth. There are soldiers in the Vietnam War right now. Who are they listening to? Clapton? No, they're listening to Hendrix. The guy who tells the truth.
- [first lines]
- Matthew: The first time I saw a movie at the cinématèque française I thought, "Only the French... only the French would house a cinema inside a palace."
- Matthew: [voice over] I could hear my heart pounding. I don't know if it was because I'd just been chased by the police or because I was already in love with my new friends. As we walked and talked and talked and talked, about politics, about movies, and why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band... I didn't want that night to ever end.
- Matthew: As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.
- Matthew: Yes, I'm drunk. And you're beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I'll be sober but you'll still be beautiful.
- Father: You seem to be mesmerized by this tin lighter. I'd like to know why? Well?
- Matthew: George, please. Mathew's our guest.
- Father: No. No, no, no. I'm genuinely curious. I'd like to know why.
- Matthew: I was just fidgeting with Isabelle's lighter. And I wasn't really realizing and I noticed and I thought it was rude so I put it down on the table. But, I put it diagonally across one of these squares. Do you see? Look, that's when I noticed the lighter's length is exactly the same length as the diagonal itself. So, I put it lengthwise, along the outside edge. Look, it fits there too. But, it fits there. And it fits like this. And like this. And this way too. And I bet you, I bet you if I split it in half, wait a minute, it's got to fit somewhere. I mean, it really fits anywhere. Look, you see? I was noticing that the more you look at it, everything, this table, the objects on it, the refrigerator, this room, your nose, the world, suddenly, you realize that there's some sort of cosmic harmony of shapes and sizes. I was just wondering why? I don't know why that is. I know that it is.
- Father: [to Isabelle] You have an interesting friend here.