Don Juan DeMarco

Don Juan:
There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.

Don Juan:
By seeing beyond what is visible to the eye. Now there are those, of course, who do not share my perceptions, it is true. When I say that all my woman are dazzling beauties, they object. The nose of this one is too large; the hips of another, they are too wide; perhaps the breasts of a third, they are too small. But I see these women for how they truly are... glorious, radiant, spectacular, and perfect... because I am not limited by my eyesight. Women react to me in the way they do, Don Octavio, because they sense that I search out the beauty that lies within until it overwhelms everything else. And then they cannot avoid their desire, to release that beauty and envelope me in it. So, to answer your question, I see as clear as day that this great edifice in which we find ourselves is your villa. It is your home and as for you, Don Octavio DeFlores, you are a great lover like myself, even though you may have lost your way and your accent. Shall I continue?

Don Juan:
I would say that he has a rather limited and uncreative way of looking at the situation. Look, you want to know if I understand that this is a mental hospital? Yes, I understand that, but then how can I say that you are Don Octavio and I am a guest at your villa? Correct?

Dr. Jack Michler:
Don Juan, this woman Dona Ana, seems very special. I would like so much to hear about her.

Don Juan:
Have you never met a woman who inspires you to love? Until your every sense is filled with her? You inhale her. You taste her. You see your unborn children in her eyes and know that your heart has at last found a home. Your life begins with her, and without her it must surely end.

Dr. Jack Michler:
I have no doubt that losing a love like this can be very painful. But you must understand my friend, that the power of love, the power of Don Juan's love, is eternal and will not be denied.

Paul (head of psychiatric department):
I'm giving him to Bill.

Dr. Jack Michler:
This kid is going to do a flamenco number on Bill's head until it looks like a tortilla, and it's going to be on your watch.

Don Juan:
No woman has ever left my arms unsatisfied.

Don Juan:
Every true lover knows that the moment of greatest satisfaction comes when ecstasy is long over and he beholds before him the flower that has blossomed beneath his touch

Don Juan:
Every woman is a mystery to be solved.

Don Juan:
I give women pleasure, if they desire, it is of course the greatest pleasure they will ever experience.

Don Juan:
There are those that do not believe that a single soul born in heaven can split into twin spirits and shoot like falling stars to earth where over oceans and continents their magnetic forces will finally unite them back into one. How else do you explain love at first sight. We were convinced that there was no other life beneath the sky but ours. We believed that we would never die.

Dr. Jack Michler:
Sadly, I must report that the last patient I ever treated, the great lover Don Juan DeMarco, suffered from a romanticism which was completely incurable, and even worse, highly contagious.

Don Juan / John R. Demarco:
Every woman is a mystery waiting to be solved, but a woman hides nothing from a true lover. Her skin color can tell us how to proceed. A hue like the blush of a rose, pink and pale, and she must be coaxed to open her petals with a warmth like the sun. The pale and dappled skin of a redhead calls for the lust of a wave crashing to the shore so we may stir up what lies beneath her and bring up the foamy delight of love to the surface. Although there is no metaphor that truly describes making love to a woman, the closest is playing a rare musical instrument. I wonder...does a Stradivarius violin feel the same rapture as the violinist when he coaxes a single perfect note from its heart?

Don Octavio / Jack Mickler:
I just feel as though we've surrendered our lives to the momentum of mediocrity.

Don Octavio / Jack Mickler:
I want to know what your dreams and your hopes are that got lost along the way while I was thinking about myself.