Melancholia

Justine:
What star is that?

Justine:
The problem is, how do we effectively hook a group of minors on our sub-standard product -- preferably in a habit-forming way?

Justine:
You are a despicable, power-hungry, little man, Jack.

Justine:
It tastes like ashes.

Justine:
There it is. There's your flyby.

Justine:
I know things.

Justine:
Life on earth is evil.

Justine:
I think it's a piece of sh*t.

Justine:
He's forgotten about the magic caves.

Justine:
Close your eyes. Hold my hand.

Claire:
I'm afraid of that stupid planet.

Claire:
It looks... friendly.

Michael:
Do you copy, sailor?

John:
Is everyone in your family stark raving mad?

John:
Are you planning to kill us all?

John:
You have to trust a scientist.

John:
You don't touch the instrument.

John:
Our son has invented a very fine device.

John:
You have to account for a margin of error.

Jack:
Where's my tagline?

Jack:
Listen up, Goddammit!

Leo:
It's a planet that has been hiding behind the sun. Now it passes by us. It's called a flyby.

Leo:
Can't I, Auntie Steelbreaker? Can't I?

Gaby:
Enjoy it while it lasts. I myself hate marriage.

Wedding Planner:
She ruined my wedding. I will not look at her.

Michael:
You're not even looking!

Justine:
Well, I can see it's not looking good.

Jack:
The father of the bride would like a word.

Dexter:
My dear girl: You look... glowing today. And me, uh, I'm just a little confused what with all the Bettys at my table. I've never seen you look so happy. So, what can I say without talking about your mother, my wife of yesteryear? Which is exactly what I don't wish to do. But I don't think I would be revealing any secret if I were to say that she can be rather domineering at times.

Gaby:
Domineering? What a load of crap. For those who don't know who I am, I am Claire and Justine's mother. Justine, if you have any ambition at all, it certainly doesn't come from your father's side of the family. Yes, I wasn't at the church; I don't believe in marriage. Claire, who I've always taken for a sensible girl, you arranged a spectacular party... 'til death do us part... and forever and ever... Justine and Michael. I just have one thing to say. Enjoy it while it lasts. I myself hate marriage. Especially when it involves some of my closest family members.

Claire:
Why did you even bother coming?

Gaby:
What the hell do you want in this place? You have no business here. Nor have I. Your sister, it seems, is somewhat bewitched by it all.

Justine:
Mom. I'm a bit scared.

Gaby:
A bit? I'd be scared out of my wits if I were you.

Justine:
No, it's something else. I.. I'm frightened, Mom. I have trouble walking properly.

Gaby:
You can still wobble, I see. So just wobble the hell out of here. Stop dreaming, Justine.

Justine:
I'm scared.

Gaby:
We all are, sweetie. Just forget it. Get the hell out of here.

Claire:
Little father didn't come to work. I checked the noteboard, he, he didn't leave one. I tried to call him. I don't know, there's something wrong with the phone? You see, it's never happened before that he, he didn't come to work without giving us notice.

Justine:
Does he have a family?

Claire:
He lives in the village. I don't know if he has family.

Justine:
Maybe this is a time when he needs to be with them.

Claire:
It'll pass us by tonight. John is quite calm about it.

Justine:
Does that calm you down?

Claire:
Yes, of course. Well, John studies things. He always has.

Justine:
The earth is evil. We don't need to grieve for it.

Claire:
What?

Justine:
Nobody will miss it.

Claire:
But where would Leo grow up?

Justine:
All I know is, life on earth is evil.

Claire:
There may be life somewhere else.

Justine:
But there isn't.

Claire:
How do you know?

Justine:
Because I know things.

Claire:
Oh yes, you always imagined you did.

Justine:
I know we're alone.

Claire:
I don't think you know that at all.

Justine:
Six hundred and seventy eight. The bean lottery. Nobody guessed the number of beans in the bottle.

Claire:
No, that's right.

Justine:
But I know. Six hundred and seventy eight.

Claire:
Well, perhaps. But what does that prove?

Justine:
That I know things. And when I say we're alone, we're alone. Life is only on earth. And not for long.

Claire:
I want us to be together when it happens. Maybe out- outside on the terrace. Help me Justine. I want to do this the right way.

Justine:
You'd better do is quickly.

Claire:
A glass of wine, together, maybe.

Justine:
You want me to have a glass of wine on your terrace?

Claire:
Yes. Will... will you do it, Sis?

Justine:
How about a song? Beethoven's Ninth. Something like that? Maybe we could light some candles. You want us to gather on your terrace to sing a song, have a glass of wine, the three of us?

Claire:
Yes. That would make me happy.

Justine:
Do you know what I think of your plan?

Claire:
No. I was hoping you might like it.

Justine:
I think it's a piece of sh*t.

Claire:
Justine, please. I just want it to be nice.

Justine:
Nice? Why don't we meet on the f***in' toilet?

Claire:
Then let's not.

Justine:
You're damn right, let's not.

Claire:
Sometimes I hate you so much, Justine.