Phantom Thread (2017)

Daniel Day-Lewis: Reynolds Woodcock

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• Reynolds Woodcock : Kiss me, my girl, before I'm sick.

• Reynolds Woodcock : The tea is going out. The interruption is staying right here with me.

• 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.

• Reynolds Woodcock : What a model of politeness you two are.

• Alma : Mrs. Vaughan is satisfied with the dress.

  Reynolds Woodcock : No one gives a tinker's fucking curse about Mrs. Vaughan's satisfaction!

• Reynolds Woodcock : Marriage would make me deceitful and I don't ever want that.

• 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 : 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 : Is this an ambush? Are you sent here to ruin my evening? And possibly my entire life?

• Reynolds Woodcock : There is an air of quiet death in this house and I do not like the way it smells.

• 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 : I think it's the expectations and assumptions of others that cause heartache.

• 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 : A house that doesn't change is a dead house.

• 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.

• Reynolds Woodcock : Morning, my old so-and-so.

• Reynolds Woodcock : As I think you know, Alma, I prefer my asparagus with oil and salt. And knowing this, you've prepared the asparagus with butter. Now, I can imagine in certain circumstances being able to pretend that I like it made this way. Right now, I'm just admiring my own gallantry for eating it the way you've prepared it.

  Alma : I don't know what I'm doing here. I, I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm just waiting around like a idiot for you.

  Reynolds Woodcock : This was an ambush, Alma. To what purpose?

  Alma : This is not... I know it's not going as I expected, I, I didn't mean these things to come out. I'm sorry, but it was meant to be nice.

  Reynolds Woodcock : Well, what did you expect?

  Alma : I wanted time with you. I wanted to have you to myself.

• 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.

• Reynolds Woodcock : What precisely is the nature of my game?

• Reynolds Woodcock : Her arrival has cast a very long shadow.

• Reynolds Woodcock : Maybe one day you'll change your taste, Alma.

  Alma : Maybe not.

  Reynolds Woodcock : Maybe you have no taste.

  Alma : Maybe I like my own taste.

  Reynolds Woodcock : Yes. Just enough to get you into trouble.

  Alma : Perhaps I'm looking for trouble.

  Reynolds Woodcock : Stop!

• Reynolds Woodcock : You look beautiful. Really. Very beautiful. You're making me extremely hungry.

• Reynolds Woodcock : I'm so hungry. Delighted that we have cream in the house.

  Cyril : Yes!

  Reynolds Woodcock : It makes all the difference.

  Cyril : It is essential in porridge.

  Reynolds Woodcock : A little bit naughty though.

• Alma : What am I doing here? I'm standing around like an idiot waiting for you.

  Reynolds Woodcock : Waiting for what?

  Alma : Waiting for *you*.

  Reynolds Woodcock : *Waiting for what?*

  Alma : Waiting for you to get rid of me. To tell me to leave. So, tell me. So I don't stand around like a fucking fool.

• Reynolds Woodcock : You can sew almost anything into the canvas of a coat.

• Reynolds Woodcock : I really wish I hadn't heard this until later on, Cyril. It's very unsettling.

  Cyril : Well, chin up.

• Alma : That dress doesn't belong here.

  Reynolds Woodcock : Don't start crying.

  Alma : I'm not crying. I'm angry.

  Reynolds Woodcock : Don't start blubbering, Alma.

  Alma : I'm not blubbering.

• Reynolds Woodcock : 32, 30, 31, 35 and a half, 14 and a half, 17, 20. Would you stand normally.

  Alma : Yes. I stand normally.

  Reynolds Woodcock : Like before.

  Alma : What do you mean?

  Reynolds Woodcock : Straight.

  Alma : Straight.

  Reynolds Woodcock : Like that.

  Alma : Yeah, you didn't say that.

  Reynolds Woodcock : 16 and a half, 8 and a half. You have not breasts. 22.

  Alma : Yes, I know.

  Reynolds Woodcock : 32 and a half. You can drop your arm now.

  Alma : I'm sorry.

  Reynolds Woodcock : No, no. You're perfect. It's my job to give you some. If I choose to. 10. 9. 6 and a half. 25. And - 45. That's it.

• Reynolds Woodcock : Take the fucking dress off Barbara and bring it to me or I'll do it myself!