Jim Sturgess: Jude

Across the Universe

Jude

Max's Father: Goddammit, Max! Get serious, for once! What are you going to DO with your life?
Max: Why is it always what will I do? "What will he do", "What will he do," "Oh, my god what will he do", Do, do, do, do, do. Why isn't the issue here who I am?
Uncle Teddy: Because, Maxwell, what you do defines who you are.
Max: No, Uncle Teddy. Who you are defines what you do. Right Jude?
Jude: [awkward] ... Well, surely it's not what you do, but the, uh... the way that you do it.

Lucy: I would lay in front of a tank if it would bring Max back and end this war.
Jude: Yeah, it wouldn't.

Max: [invites Jude over to him and Lucy's house for Thanksgiving]
Jude: We don't have it in England, is it - is it a big deal?
Max: Well, it's a heart-warming American tradition.
Lucy: Yeah. It celebrates the time when the Indians shared their food with the early settlers. And how did we repay them? We slaughter them in thousands then ship them off to the shittiest bits of real estate.
Max: [Max chuckles]
Lucy: [Introduces herself to Jude] I'm Lucy.

Lucy: Your girlfriend didn't look too happy about us leaving together.
Jude: She- she's not my girlfriend. Well, you know, she's a friend... who's a girl.

[after seeing Prudence performing as "Henry the Horse" in Mr. Kite's circus]
Jude: Prudence!
Mr. Kite: She's called "Henry," and it's a lot of explanation, but don't worry about it, kids, okay? Just tune in, turn off, drop out, drop in, switch off, switch on, and explode.

Lucy: We're in the middle of a revolution Jude. And what are you doing? Doodles and cartoons?
Jude: Well I'm sorry I'm not the man with the mega-phone, but this is what I do.

Max: [they head for the basement of the campus, they come to a room. Jude closes the door] Shit, I'm outta shape! Woo!
[he pants heavily trying to catch his breath before he recognizes Jude from earlier]
Max: You're the guy who was asking for the janitor, right?
Jude: [nods] Yeah.
Max: So what are you, uh, like the, uh, assistant janitor?
Jude: I'm just bunking down here, y'know. Temporarily.
Max: [as he observes his surroundings] Why?
Jude: Why do you need to know?
Max: You wanted by the cops? Huh? FBI?
Jude: You know it looks to me as though, uh... You're the one who's on the run.
Max: Uh... yeah. Thank you for that by the way.
Jude: What would that lot have done if they'd caught you?
Max: [he and Jude sit down] I don't know. Something, uh, involving genitalia and shoe polish.
Jude: Nasty.
Max: Yeah. Where's that accent from?
Jude: Same place as me. Liverpool.
Max: Do you have a name?
Jude: Yeah.
[smiles]
Jude: It's Jude.
Max: [smiles] Max.
[he extends his hand, Jude shakes his hand]
Jude: [as he shakes Max's hand] I'm please to meet you.
Max: Well, uh, Jude, as a stranger to our shores, the least I can do is offer you some Ivy League hospitatilty.
[he tosses Jude a flask]
Jude: [a beat] Cheers.
[he takes a drink from the flask]

Max: [walking in and seeing Lucy and Jude in bed together] So that's how it is?
Jude: [They both wake up and Lucy starts laughing a little] Yeah. That's how it is.
Max: Well, speaking as a brother, I think she could do better.
Lucy: [a little stunned] Max? Get out!
Max: Well I'm sorry, but, as blissful as you are in the throes of young love, I'm just letting you know I have a date with Uncle Sam.
[Walks out of the room]

Jude: What are you going to do if you don't go back to college?
Max: What any irresponsible, unmotivated, drop-out would do. Go to New York, like tonight.

Lucy: You could at least hear what he has to say! I suppose you don't though, because you know you'll never be drafted!
Jude: Yeah? Well, neither will you, Lucy.