Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008) Movie Quotes

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Sexually adventurous Cristina and her friend Vicky, who is bright but cautious, holiday in Barcelona where they meet the celebrated and wholly seductive painter, Juan Antonio. Vicky is not about to dive into a sexual adventure being committed to her forthcoming marriage. But Cristina is immediately captivated by Juan Antonio’s free spirit and his romantic allure is enhanced when she hears the delicious details of his divorce from fellow artist, the tempestuous Maria Elena>

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Stars: Rebecca Hall, Scarlett Johansson, Javier Bardem

Juan Antonio: Maria Elena used to say that only unfulfilled love can be romantic.

Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008) Movie Quotes

Juan Antonio: Why not? Life is short. Life is dull. Life is full of pain. And this is a chance for something special.

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Vicky: So, uh, tell me why, why won’t your father publish his poems?

Juan Antonio: Well, because, ungh, he hates the world and that’s his way of getting back at them, to create beautiful works and then to deny them to the public, which I think it’s…

Vicky: My god.

Juan Antonio: Hmmm.

Vicky: Oh, what makes him so angry toward the human race?

Juan Antonio: Because after thousands of years of civilization they still haven’t learned to love.

Juan Antonio: American?

Cristina: I’m Cristina, and this is my friend Vicky.

Juan Antonio: What color are your eyes?

Cristina: Uh, they’re blue.

Juan Antonio: Well, I’d like to invite you both to come with me to Oviedo.

Vicky: To come where?

Juan Antonio: To Oviedo. For the weekend. We leave in one hour.

Cristina: What- Where is Oviedo?

Juan Antonio: A very short flight.

Vicky: By plane?

Juan Antonio: Mmm-hmm.

Cristina: What’s in Oviedo?

Juan Antonio: I go to see a sculpture, that is very inspiring to me. A very beautiful sculpture. You will love it.

Vicky: Oh, right. you’re asking us to fly to Oviedo and back.

Juan Antonio: Mmmm. No, we’ll spend the weekend. I mean, I’ll show you around the city, and we’ll eat well. We’ll drink good wine. We’ll make love.

Vicky: Yeah, who exactly is going to make love?

Juan Antonio: Hopefully, the three of us.

Maria Elena: You speak no Spanish?

Cristina: No ,I uh-uh studied Chinese.

Maria Elena: Chinese? Why?

Cristina: I thought it sounded pretty.

Maria Elena: Say something in Chinese.

Cristina: Me?

Maria Elena: Mm-hm.

Cristina: Um… ni hao ma?

Maria Elena: You think that sounds pretty?

Juan Antonio: We are meant for each other and not meant for each other. It’s a contradiction.

Juan Antonio: Well, now that the day’s almost over, is it reasonable of me to ask you if you’ll both join me in my room?

Vicky: Oh, come on, I thought we’d settled that.

Cristina: Vicky’s just trying to say that she’s engaged to be married, that’s all.

Juan Antonio: Great. Then these are her last days of freedom.

Vicky: No. Look, I’m not free. I’m committed. You know what my theory is? And when I drink, I get brutally frank. I think that you’re still hurting from the failure of your marriage to Maria Elena, and you’re trying to lose yourself in empty sex.

Juan Antonio: Empty sex? Do you have such a low opinion of yourself?

Maria Elena: You’re still searching for me in every woman.

Juan Antonio: That is not true, Maria Elena. I was in Oviedo some weeks ago with a woman who was the antithesis of you. An American, and something beautiful happened with her. So you’re mistaken.

Maria Elena: You’ll always seek to duplicate what we had. You know it.

Cristina: I’ll go to your room, but you have to seduce me.

Cristina: [Looking at a sculpture of Jesus] Are you very religious?

Juan Antonio: No, no, no, no, I’m not. The trick is to enjoy life, accepting it has no meaning whatsoever.

Cristina: No meaning? You don’t think that authentic love gives life meaning?

Juan Antonio: Yes, but love is so transient. Isn’t it? I was in love with a most incredible woman… and then in the end…

Vicky: Yes?

Juan Antonio: She put a knife into me.

Cristina: My God, that’s terrible!

Vicky: Well, maybe you did something to deserve it.

[first lines]

Narrator: Vicky and Cristina decided to spend the summer in Barcelona. Vicky was completing her master’s in Catalan Identity, which she had become interested in through her great affection for the architecture of Gaudí. Cristina, who spent the last six months writing, directing, and acting in a 12-minute film which she then hated, had just broken up with yet another boyfriend and longed for a change of scenery. Everything fell into place when a distant relative of Vicky’s family who lived in Barcelona offered to put both girls up for July and August. The two best friends had been close since college and shared the same tastes and opinions on most matters, yet when it came to the subject of love, it would be hard to find two more dissimilar viewpoints. Vicky had no tolerance for pain and no lust for combat. She was grounded and realistic. Her requirements in a man were seriousness and stability. She had become engaged to Doug because he was decent and successful and understood the beauty of commitment.

Vicky: [while talking on her cellphone to Doug] Yeah, I miss you, too.

Narrator: Cristina, on the other hand, expected something very different out of love. She had reluctantly accepted suffering as an inevitable component of deep passion, and was resigned to putting her feelings at risk. If you asked her what it was she was gambling her emotions on to win, she would not have been able to say. She knew what she didn’t want, however, and that was exactly what Vicky valued above all else.

[repeated line]

Juan Antonio: Speak English!

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Juan Antonio: We were both sure that… our relation was perfect, but there was something missing. You know? Like, love requires such a perfect balance. It’s… like the human body. It may turn that you have all the vitamins and minerals, but if… there is minus a single, tiny ingredient… missing, like, like, like, like, ooh, like salt, for example… one dies.

Cristina: Salt?

[last lines]

Narrator: Vicky returned home to have her grand wedding to Doug. To the house they finally planned to settle in. And to lead the life she envisioned for herself, before that summer in Barcelona. Cristina continued searching… certain only, of what she didn’t want.

Narrator: During the conversation, an awkward moment occurred.

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Cristina: If you don’t start undressing me soon this is going to turn into a panel discussion.

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Vicky: Oh, God, look, I wouldn’t call our reluctance to leap at your sexual offer being over-analytical. If you would care to join us for some recognized form of social interaction, like a drink, then we’d be fine, but otherwise, I think you should try, you know, offering to some other table.

Juan Antonio: Mm-hm. What offended you about the offer? Surely not that I find you both beautiful and desirable.

Vicky: Offended me, no. It’s very amusing, galling, to be honest,

Judy: Vicky… you’re, you’re getting your master’s in something within…

Vicky: Yeah, my master’s in, uh, Catalan identity.

Judy: Ah well.

Mark: What do you plan on doing with that?

Vicky: Oh… God, I don’t know, uh, maybe teaching, maybe curating.

Judy: Well… you don’t have to do something, you know.But she’s marrying this wonderful man in the fall and all of her conflicts will be resolved when he makes her pregnant.

Cristina: Oh my God, this guy is so interesting.

Vicky: Interesting? Are you kidding? What’s so interesting? He wants to get us both into bed. You know, but, he’ll settle for either and, in this case, you.

Juan Antonio: When I saw you across the room at the art gallery, I noticed you have – beautiful lips. Very full, very sexual.

Cristina: Thank you.

Cristina: I can’t guarantee the love-making, because I happen to be very moody.

Juan Antonio: Let’s not negotiate like a contract. I came over here with no subterfuge and presented my best offer.

Cristina: Vicky, I’m a big girl, okay. If I want to sleep with him, I will. If not, I won’t.

Vicky: Christina, he’s a total stranger. This is impulsive, even for you. And, if I heard right, he was violent with his wife!

Cristina: Well, at least he’s not one of those factory-made zombies.

Cristina: This would be a great way to get to know him.

Vicky: No! It’s not! I’m not going to Oviedo with this – with this charmingly candid wife-beater. You find his aggressiveness attractive; but, I don’t.

Cristina: You got to admire his no bull shit approach.

Vicky: What are you talking about? It’s all bull shit!

Cristina: I am here to go to bed with you. You’re right. So, you’re pretty much home free, unless you – blow it.

Juan Antonio: Blow it?

Cristina: Yeah.

Juan Antonio: *Blow* it – you mean ruin the moment?

Cristina: Yeah.

Juan Antonio: How would I do that?

Cristina: I don’t know. It could be anything from some inane comment to wearing the wrong kind of shorts. Although, some how, by looking at you, I think you’re wearing the right kind of shorts.

Juan Antonio: What do you want in life besides a man with the right shorts?

Cristina: I don’t know. I know I’m not going to settle till I find what I’m looking for.

Juan Antonio: Which is – what?

Cristina: Something – I want someone, something different, something more, some sort of counterintuitive love.

Juan Antonio: Meaning?

Cristina: Meaning – I don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I only know what I don’t want.

Julio: What do you hear of Maria Elena?

Juan Antonio: Eh, Maria Elena. Maria Elena’s still living with the architect in Madrid.

Julio: That woman was the best. I still have erotic dreams about her, at my age.

Juan Antonio: She also loved you very much, Papa.

Juan Antonio: You also admire Spanish guitar, I hear?

Vicky: Yes! Yes, I love the guitar.

Juan Antonio: Would you like to go to hear some wonderful guitar tonight?

Vicky: Tonight? Well, it’s a little late and, you know, I’m a little wobbly from the wine.

Juan Antonio: You said you could hold your alcohol? Besides, we leave tomorrow.

Vicky: Okay, sure.

Vicky: You said you were looking at my face. Why?

Juan Antonio: Why were you looking at mine?

Vicky: Was I?

Juan Antonio: You probably saw my tears.

Vicky: Yeah. I’m a little out of control.

Juan Antonio: I was looking at your face because I find it very beautiful.

Vicky: You do?

Juan Antonio: Of course, I do. Of course, I do. And you know I do.

[kiss]

Juan Antonio: We never had a chance to say a proper goodbye.

Vicky: Oh, well, you could have called me.

Juan Antonio: I – yeah – I debated it. But, I didn’t think there was much point.

Vicky: Yeah, but, you never phoned. Not to say – anything. I mean, “thank you, it was fun.” You don’t make love to someone and then never call them unless you were greatly disappointed.

Juan Antonio: Quite the opposite. But, you have plans to marry and I thought it best to stop anything before it lead to a bad situation for everyone.

Vicky: Yeah, well, I’m only saying that we made love and you seemed to drop off the face of the earth. I mean, I realize these things don’t mean much to you.

Juan Antonio: To pursue matters would have only caused you anxiety and for me a disappointment.

Cristina: How long is she going to stay here?

Juan Antonio: Christina, I know – this is not what you had in mind.

Cristina: No.

Juan Antonio: But, she has to stay with us.

Cristina: I understand. I understand.

Juan Antonio: She has no one else.

Cristina: I understand. It’s only for a short time.

Juan Antonio: Yes, a few months, at most.

Cristina: She’s staying for a few months?

Maria Elena: I don’t trust her, Juan Antonio. Her eyes are not one color.

Maria Elena: Do you think she’ll be enough for you?

Juan Antonio: Well, she’s – she’s quite intelligent and she is a free thinker like you.

Maria Elena: Like me?

Juan Antonio: Yes.

Maria Elena: You’re still searching for me in every woman.

Maria Elena: You’ll always seek to duplicate what we had. You know it.

Maria Elena: I don’t like her for you! I don’t trust her! And you know I always have your best interests.

Juan Antonio: Well, not when you’re trying to kill me.

Maria Elena: Oh, that.

Juan Antonio: Yeah, that. That small detail. Yes.

Maria Elena: Of course I went through your luggage. The first night I was in the house, I didn’t trust you. I didn’t believe you were who you said you were. I wanted to know who was really sharing the bed of my ex-husband.

Cristina: What!

Maria Elena: Who knew what I would find there? How could I be sure that you were not going to hurt me. After all, I had thoughts of killing you.

Cristina: It’s so apparent to me that you and Juan Antonio are still in love – when I see you together.

Maria Elena: Our love, our love will last forever. It’s forever. But, it just doesn’t work. That’s why it will always be romantic. Because, it cannot be be complete.

Cristina: It can’t be complete because, you know, I’m getting in the way or, I don’t know, I feel like…

Maria Elena: Before you – before you we used to cause each other so much pain, so much suffering. Without you, all this would not be possible. You know why? Because you are the missing ingredient. You are like the tint, that added to the palate, makes the color beautiful.

Vicky: Let’s not get into one of those turgid, categorical, imperative arguments.

Maria Elena: I knew you would use us. I knew you would use us. And you used us. I knew it! I knew it! I knew it.

Vicky: You’re using me to rewrite your own history.

Juan Antonio: Judy Nash says you are having an unhappy life.

Vicky: Well, she’s talking about herself.

Juan Antonio: Maybe you will understand more about your own feelings once we’ve made love.

Vicky: Yeah or less.

Doug: I still don’t understand what your language teacher was doing with a gun?

Vicky: It was a passing thing. Now, it’s over.