Mortdecai (2015)
Johnny Depp: Mortdecai
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Quotes
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Martland : The fact that you're as drunk as a fiddler's bitch in no way obviates the fact that you very nearly caused an international incident. A man your age has no excuse for looking or behaving like a fugitive from a home for alcoholic music hall artistes.
Mortdecai : I will have you know that I am not an alcoholic. I am a drunk, and there is a vast difference.
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Mortdecai : I had no idea I was so deep in Her Majesty's hole!
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Mortdecai : [upon viewing a murder victim] Ugh. I think this women has need of a chiropractor.
Martland : Bronwen Fellworthy, Oxford art restorer. Did you know here?
Mortdecai : Slightly. I do recall a vague memory of her having once, involuntarily, one would hope, releasing a fart of such frightening power and timbre that I feared she had done herself a horrible mischief.
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[first lines]
Mortdecai : As you may well know, I am many things. An arts dealer, an accomplished fencer, fair shot with most weapons. I am loved and respected by all who know me - slightly. But I have always felt as if there's something missing, you see. Some final piece of my personal puzzle. I needed something bold, distinctive.
[his cocktail arrives]
Mortdecai : Ah, thank you. The work of art with which I could declare to the heavens, I am Lord Charlie Mortdecai. And this is a little bit of magic is my mustache...
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Mortdecai : Oh, how I long for the rain and indifference of Europe.
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Mortdecai : [calling through the door] Johanna. Are you all right in there, darling? It is I, Charlie... Your husband.
Johanna : What is it?
Mortdecai : Oh, moon of my delight. This is your own personalized Sheik of Araby who seeks admission into your tent. I have come to carry you off to the burning desert, and work my greasy will upon you under the tropical stars. Send your camel to bed, damn it!
Johanna : [sighs] My Sheik, does this mean you have excommunicated that mustache of the Prophet?
Mortdecai : ...I'll trim it... Darling. I am embarking on a very dangerous escapade, from which I may not well return. And it is customary in these situations for, you know, a proper send-off. Quick session of congress. Sink the Bismarck, if you will. And by the way, did I mention it is a matter of national security.
Johanna : Mmm.
[Mortdecai forces his way in]
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Mortdecai : [arrives at hotel] Jock. Dear, sweet, sperm-heavy Jock. Behold this America, this new colossus, this fair land of the free!
[sees bikini-clad girls in the lobby]
Mortdecai : What kind of hell-place is this? I feel as though we've made a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film.
[asks hotel clerk]
Mortdecai : Have we taken a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film?
Hotel Clerk : Checking in?
Mortdecai : I am Mortdecai, Lord of Silverdale. I should like to request a bucket of ice, "Do Not Disturb" sign, and a bulldozer.
Hotel Clerk : Checking in?
Jock : Yeah, we're checking in.
Mortdecai : I suspect I may need to redecorate.
Hotel Clerk : Room 326, overlooks the pool.
[hands over a room card]
Mortdecai : So all I must do is show up, and I'm presented with a credit card. No wonder your country's in financial ruin.
Hotel Clerk : Do you need help with your bags?
Mortdecai : No, I do not need help with my bags. I have a fucking manservant. Strange country.
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Mortdecai : I should probably mention, this is not the first time I shot Jock.
[shifts to skeet shooting scene]
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Mortdecai : [calls hotel front desk] Hello, American? The rooms here are made of cement. Very good in case of an air raid. But for those of us trying to get a bit of rest after an arduous crossing, a bit of an acoustic nightmare. So would you please stop grunting like wildebeests and allow me to get some sleep, man? Please! Please!
