I'd like to leave here someday. But like the snowflakes trapped inside a snowglobe, I wasn't going anywhere.
After you die, nothing you ever owned matters, and everything you ever did does. You can't sell what you did to your family at a garage sale.
My dad used to tell me that the people I meet will never care more about who I am than they will about what I look like; and because I look the way I do, people may never care about me at all.
For the first time in a long time, it was all right. For about five hours.
I've lived in the same house for twenty five years. And every Christmas the only thing I've ever wanted was to be somewhere else. Until now.
All winners are subject to people laughing at you. VALID ONLY IN YOUR DREAMS.
Reading notice on a fake lottery ticket.
A lifetime full of pain. Who needs 10 to 15 seconds more? ... But it's not pain. ... It's laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn't. It's the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see — and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It's being touched by hands that aren't your own. It's the thrill of an escape that almost wasn't. It's the embarrassment you feel — naked for the first time. It's helping a friend find something they lost. It's a smile, a joke, a song. It's what someone does that they like doing. It's what someone does that they like remembering. It's the thinking of things you may never do, and the doing of things you might never have thought. It's the road ahead, and the road behind. It's the first step, and the last — and every one in between... because they all make up THE GOOD LIFE.
At the hospital, I would gather a roomful of ailing memories, and the loved ones whome they'd forgotten, and I would sing, and for a few hours, or sometimes only a few moments, they'd remember, and they'd talk to their sons, or their daughters, or their spouses, like they were never sick, like nothing ever went wrong. I don't care if I ever sing professionally again, I had done some good.
I lied to you when I said I'd never lie to you again. I'm not even supposed to be here. They just gave me some time off, so I could — visit.
I'm going to sing again. You made me want to sing.
Every little thing would set her off. The drugs probably didn't help. Electroshock therapy probably didn't either. She would fall in love with men, telling them that they were soul-mates, only to have affairs with her co-stars and cheat on every man she ever told she loved. But there's something about her that's just — that's just magic.
Speaking of Judy Garland, while Jason realizes she was the inspiration for some of the stories told by Frances.
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone, if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness -- not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another.
In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
Jason: I don't know who you think I am, but I don't think I'm him. I don't know you.
Frances: Yes you do, you just don't know you know me.
Frances: You're hard on yourself, because a lot of people depend on you, and you're afraid of letting them down. You've got a great deal of unused potential. Something bad has happened to you recently, besides that [points to bloodied nose] — Some of your aspirations are pretty unrealistic considering that you live in Nebraska... you care a great deal about a select group of people, and you love this theatre.
Jason: You can tell that by looking at my palm?
Frances: I can tell that by looking at your face.
Frances[of Gus and his theatre]: How come he doesn't show new movies there?
Jason: It's too expensive, and he feels of all things that people should forget, old movies aren't one of them.
Frances: I wanted to say I'm sorry for lying to you. I do the same palm reading on everyone, it's a lie. And I can't get over how mean it was to lie to you, because you're probably the nicest person I ever met, and you're dying, and I took advant...
Jason: Wait a minute, wait a minute — wait — I'm not dying.
Frances: You're still the nicest person I ever met, even if you're not dying, and I promise I'll never lie to you again.
Frances: Look. It be fun to have a family like that.
Jason: Your family's not like that?
Frances: I'm not going to tell you anymore, because the less you know about me, the less you're going to hate me in the end.
Jason: In the end of what?
Frances: When I said... that you knew me, you just didn't know you knew me — it wasn't because I'm a famous singer. It's because we're soul-mates.
Frances: I'm sorry I lied to you. Do you hate me?
Frances: I would rather kill myself than have you hate me.