Blue Money (1972)
Barbara Mills: Lisa
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Quotes
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Lisa : [as Jim lies with his head cradled in her lap, and they share a bottle of wine] I'm gonna come down to the studio and spy on you.
[muttering to herself:]
Lisa : And see what they do that transforms you.
[brightly:]
Lisa : I'll bring you lunch.
Jim : I don't want you to come down there, love. It is not Disneyland.
Lisa : Hey, the things you say to me, sometimes are really weird. The way you look at me is so weird. Sometimes... sometimes I feel like pouring this wine over your head.
[takes another swig from the bottle]
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Lisa : [answering phone] Hallo? Just a minute.
[at bottom of stairs, teasing smile as Jim comes down, her eyes sparkling]
Lisa : A girl.
[he kisses her hand as he passes by]
Jim : [on phone] Yeah? Hey, look, how did you get this number?
[looking up at Lisa:]
Jim : It's one of the models, looking for some work.
Lisa : I don't like her calling here.
[goes back up the stairs in a huff]
Jim : How did you get this number, Ingrid?
Ingrid : I went through a lot of trouble getting it. Don't be mad...
Jim : I'm not mad.
Ingrid : Look, I'd really like to get into some work right now.
Jim : I have to be straight with you. I don't relish the idea of...
[little sigh]
Jim : seeing you ball some guy for money. I just think you can do better than that.
Ingrid : [dreamily] You're very nice. Was that your wife who answered the phone?
Jim : Look, Ingrid, I...
Ingrid : I'm sorry.
[sighs]
Ingrid : I just need the money very badly.
[he sighs uncomfortably]
Ingrid : I don't mind the work. It's... it's less than nothing to me.
Jim : [resignedly] Come down to the studio tomorrow morning, I'll see what I can do.
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Lisa : [as her straying husband climbs into bed with her] Hi.
[sleepily reaching out towards him]
Jim : Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.
Lisa : The back of your neck is wet.
Jim : I... uh, stopped off at Mike's, took a shower.
Lisa : Oh.
[smiles, turns over]
Jim : Goodnight.
Lisa : Goodnight.
[goes back to sleep]
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Lisa : [witness to his infidelity] I came down to the boat. I said, I came down to the boat to tell you Mike called! That was the girl, right?
Jim : What? She's a model. We met at the boat.
Lisa : She's kinda beautiful. I can see how you would enjoy balling her.
Jim : Now wait a minute, Lisa.
Lisa : I said I can see how you would.
Jim : I haven't been balling that girl!
Lisa : There's only one girl around here that you haven't been balling. It makes me suppose there have been other times with these models of yours, right?
Jim : Oh, that's what you've been carrying around. You've actually been carrying...
Lisa : How many other times?
Jim : No other times!
Lisa : Come on, Jim!
Jim : Why are you fantasizing? You're jealous of some... poor, pathetic girl on whom you're building a... a fantasy.
Lisa : Oh, come off it!
[their little baby girl sits watching Mommy and Daddy argue]
Lisa : Stop turning it around towards my problems. You're the one that's balling her, not me!
Jim : What do you want from me? The girl needs somebody to talk to! She's just a poor screwed-up little...
Lisa : Okay, Freud!
[heads off to the kitchen]
Lisa : What are we gonna do about this, huh? What are we gonna do?
Jim : About what? What is going on?
[follows her]
Jim : All right, I've been balling her. You want me to say I've made it with her? Okay. Is that what you want? Fine.
[waves victoriously balled fist]
Jim : Right on.
Lisa : I'll tell you what I want. I want you to quit making these films for Mike. Yeah, I would be happy to go back a year, a year-and-a-half ago. Away from the... rip-offs, the possibility of being busted, and everything coming apart, away from the way you are now.
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Jim : [strokes her long, brown hair] Can't you give me a little help? Things are tough now, but...
[sighs]
Jim : look, we're so very close, Lisa, we're very close.
Lisa : [pertinent] Jim, we are so close to nothing.
Mike : [knocks, enters] Christ! Where have you been?
Jim : [bothered, sighs] Go outside, Mike!
Mike : They busted Joe Galano's!
Jim : Wait outside, will you?
Lisa : They busted Galano? Oh, God.
[to Jim:]
Lisa : Now you can quit. Now it's all over. It has to be, it's too close.
Jim : Stop acting like a middle-class bitch! You'd better make your mind up about what you want.
[rubbing her shoulder]
Jim : Look, a couple more films, and we're clear!
Lisa : [panicking] Maybe... maybe you have to get straight. I mean, maybe.
[exhales]
Lisa : Okay, I... I just can't do it here, I'd better go away. I'll take the baby.
[she picks her up]
Lisa : What if something happens?
[tearfully]
Lisa : What if you get busted? We're going to Ellen's. I just can't think straight now, love.
[heads upstairs to go grab some stuff]