Daniel Day-Lewis credited as playing...
Reynolds Woodcock
- Reynolds Woodcock: It's comforting to think the dead are watching over the living. I don't find that spooky at all.
- Reynolds Woodcock: [to the vision of his mother] Are you here? Are you always here? I miss you. I think about you all the time. I hear your voice say my name when I dream and when I wake up, there are tears streaming down my face. I just miss you, it's as simple as that. I want to tell you everything. I don't understand what you're saying. I can't hear your voice.
- [last lines]
- Alma: [voice-over] Sometimes I jump ahead in our life together, and I see a time near the end. I can predict the future, and everything is settled. And all our lovers and children and friends come back and are welcome. And we have large gatherings where everyone is laughing and playing games. I am older and I see things differently, and I finally understand you. I take care of your dresses, keeping them from dust and ghosts and time.
- Reynolds Woodcock: Yes, but right now we're here.
- Alma: Yes, of course we are.
- Reynolds Woodcock: And I'm getting hungry.
- Alma: Mrs. Vaughan is satisfied with the dress.
- Reynolds Woodcock: No one gives a tinker's fucking curse about Mrs. Vaughan's satisfaction!
- Johanna: Where have you gone, Reynolds. There's nothing I can say to get your attention aimed back at me, is there?
- Reynolds Woodcock: I cannot begin my day with a confrontation, please. I'm delivering the dress today, and I can't take up space with confrontation. I simply don't have time for confrontations.
- Reynolds Woodcock: Is this an ambush? Are you sent here to ruin my evening? And possibly my entire life?
- Reynolds Woodcock: To keep my sour heart from choking. To break a curse. A house that doesn't change is a dead house.
- [from trailer]
- Alma: If you want to have a staring contest with me, you will lose.
- [long pause]
- Reynolds Woodcock: [laughs]
- Reynolds Woodcock: I feel as if I've been looking for you for a very long time.
- Alma: You found me. Whatever you do, do it carefully.
- Reynolds Woodcock: There is an air of quiet death in this house and I do not like the way it smells.
- Reynolds Woodcock: What the hell is it about? Are you a special agent sent here to ruin my evening and possibly my entire life?
- Alma: Why are you so rude to me? Why are you talking to me like this?
- Reynolds Woodcock: Is this my house? This is my house, isn't it! Is this my house?
- Alma: Yes, this is your house. Of course, it's your house!
- Reynolds Woodcock: Or did somebody drop me on foreign soil behind enemy lines? I'm surrounded on all sides!
- Alma: What a question! You brought me here! It's you who brought me here.
- Reynolds Woodcock: When the hell did this happen? Who are you? Do you have a gun? You're here to kill me?
- Alma: [quietly] Why are you doing this?
- Reynolds Woodcock: Hm, do you have a gun?
- Alma: Stop it!
- Reynolds Woodcock: Where's your gun?
- Alma: Stop being a child.
- Reynolds Woodcock: Where's your gun?
- Alma: Stop...
- Reynolds Woodcock: Show me your gun.
- Alma: ...playing. Stop playing this game.
- Reynolds Woodcock: I'm not playing a game.
- Alma: I'm not... Yes, mm-hmm. Uh-huh.
- Reynolds Woodcock: What game am I playing? What game? What precisely is the nature of my game? You tell me.
- Alma: Oh, this whole...
- Reynolds Woodcock: What?
- Alma: All your rules and your walls and your doors and your people and your money and all this clothes and everything! This! This! This game! Everything here! The whole "pfff"! Nothing is normal or natural or... everything is a game! "Yes, mister! No, madam!" "Yes, uh... vu-vu-poo!" "I don't eat this! I don't drink that, I don't..."
- Reynolds Woodcock: Well, if, if it's my, if it's my life that you're describing, it's entirely up to you whether you choose to share it or not. If you don't wish to share that life as apparently it's so disagreeable to you in every respect, why don't you just fuck off to back where you came from?
- Alma: [quietly] Fuck you!
- Reynolds Woodcock: Is there something I'm unaware of? Because as far as I can remember, all I've done is to dress her beautifully.
- Cyril: I don't think that matters to some people, I think they want what is fashionable and chic.
- Reynolds Woodcock: Chic? Oh, don't you start using that filthy little word, Chic! Whoever invented that ought to be spanked in public. I don't... I don't even know what that word means! What is that word? Fucking chic! They should be hung, drawn, and quartered. Fucking chic.
- Cyril: It shouldn't concern you.
- Reynolds Woodcock: It does concern me, It concerns me very much Cyril because it hurts my feelings... it hurts my feelings.
- Cyril: So, What's all this moaning about?
- Reynolds Woodcock: I'm not moaning, I do not like to be turned away from.
- Cyril: Nobody does, but I don't want to hear it because it hurts my ears.
- Reynolds Woodcock: When I was a boy, I started to hide things in the lining of the garments. Things only I knew were there. Secrets.
- Alma: You are a very handsome man.
- Alma: You must be around many beautiful women.
- Alma: [nodding at silence] Yes.
- Alma: So why are you not married?
- Reynolds Woodcock: I make dresses.
- Alma: You cannot be married when you make dresses?
- Reynolds Woodcock: I'm certain I was never meant to marry. I'm a confirmed bachelor.
- Reynolds Woodcock: I'm incurable.
- Alma: Hmm.
- Reynolds Woodcock: Marriage would make me deceitful and I don't ever want that.
- Alma: You sound so sure about things.
- Reynolds Woodcock: I'm sure about that.
- Alma: I think you're only acting strong.
- Reynolds Woodcock: No I am strong.
- Alma: For who? Not for me I hope.
- Reynolds Woodcock: I think it's the expectations and assumptions of others that cause heartache.