Exposed

Rivas:
[whispering] If she tries to move, stop her.

Elizabeth Carlson:
What else do you play so beautifully?

Elizabeth Carlson:
What do you want from me?

Daniel Jelline:
Everything. What do you want from me?

Elizabeth Carlson:
What do I want from you? I didn't break into your apartment, I didn't follow you all over New York.

Nick:
That's Elizabeth Carlson. I discovered her. That's right. I've found her, she was on the streets. Without me, she didn't even exist.

Margaret:
I've made my decision a long time ago. And now you make yours.

Rivas:
Vic?

Vic:
I would like to be in charge.

Rivas:
Of what?

Vic:
Planting all the bombs.

Rivas:
When you ever done that?

Vic:
Never. That's why I want to do it now.

Rivas:
No. And don't wear those clothes tomorrow.

Vic:
Ok. I'll wear my suit and a tie.

Daniel Jelline:
You are very beautiful. But you should never wear make up, specially lipstick. Your lips are full and generous without it.

Rivas:
[after killing Vic] Did you think I was all talk?

Rivas:
If you don't betray me you'll find a way to join me. And I'll take you back.

Rivas:
I'll tell you what I want. Good food. Women. Good cigars. Good beds with fresh sheets. Hot showers in Hilton Hotels. New shoes, poker, blackjack, dancing. Clint Eastwood westerns. That's what I want. And you. I knew from looking at your face.

Elizabeth Carlson:
[after being followed by her ex-boyfriend] I can't believe this!

Daniel Jelline:
Who was that?

Elizabeth Carlson:
My English teacher.

Daniel Jelline:
It's disgusting to be afraid to die.

Elizabeth Carlson:
People who go around talking about how unafraid they're to die usually are the most frightened of all.

Daniel Jelline:
Perhaps I am afraid to die.

Elizabeth Carlson:
Are you?

Daniel Jelline:
Sometimes terribly so. Sometimes I'm eager.

Leo Boscovitch:
[first spoken lines in English] The Western world is breaking down. Socially, politically, economically, morally, aesthetically and psychologically. Really, if you look into your own lives there are only two routes of escape from this dark claustrophobic trap: art and romantic love. In the novel you are supposed to read by monday "The Sorrows of Young Werther" Goethe through his art reveals not only the ecstasy of romantic love but also the doomed consequences that necessarily follow. Driven by his excruciating passion to the brink of suicide, Werther, the novel's hero, says to Charlotte: "Your hands have grasped these pistols, you have wiped them for me, those hands from which I've longed wish to receive my fate." This language is straight from the German romantic tradition of the 19th Century but the sensibility is of our time. As Leslie Fiedler writing about Werther comments: "Here is the final twist, the theme of the redeeming maiden, woman who was the angel of redemption becomes the angel of death. But for Werther death is redemption. The only salvation he can use."