Living Out Loud Quotes
Drunken Fan: I swear sometimes you make me cry.
Liz Bailey: Oh yeah?
Drunken Fan: Yeah, 'cause when you sing, it's not about just you. It's not about just NOW... it's about the whoooooole BLACK experience. When black people, I mean African-American people sing sentimental songs, it's not just sentimental, they're not sentimental at all right? [soliciting agreement from Pat and Judith]
Drunken Fan: And do you know why?
Liz Bailey: Why?
Drunken Fan: Because of the pain to back it up.
Liz Bailey: That's right... you're right. I have the pain. I'm FULL o' pain. Well you know what?
Drunken Fan: What?
Liz Bailey: Thank you for coming.
Drunken Fan: [effortlessly taking the hint and rising from table] I think you are SO great... you keep on singin'... you keep on singin' now.
Liz Bailey: I got plenny o' bad times left to sing about don' chew worry... get home safe!
Drunken Fan: OK, bye. [camera pans to Pat and Judith who laugh as the woman leaves]
Liz Bailey: Bye. [turning to Judith]
Liz Bailey: . This is YOUR fault!
Liz Bailey: Oh yeah?
Drunken Fan: Yeah, 'cause when you sing, it's not about just you. It's not about just NOW... it's about the whoooooole BLACK experience. When black people, I mean African-American people sing sentimental songs, it's not just sentimental, they're not sentimental at all right? [soliciting agreement from Pat and Judith]
Drunken Fan: And do you know why?
Liz Bailey: Why?
Drunken Fan: Because of the pain to back it up.
Liz Bailey: That's right... you're right. I have the pain. I'm FULL o' pain. Well you know what?
Drunken Fan: What?
Liz Bailey: Thank you for coming.
Drunken Fan: [effortlessly taking the hint and rising from table] I think you are SO great... you keep on singin'... you keep on singin' now.
Liz Bailey: I got plenny o' bad times left to sing about don' chew worry... get home safe!
Drunken Fan: OK, bye. [camera pans to Pat and Judith who laugh as the woman leaves]
Liz Bailey: Bye. [turning to Judith]
Liz Bailey: . This is YOUR fault!
Movie: Living Out Loud
[Thinking, after watching the news]
Judith Moore: Awful, awful, what do they expect us to do with all this information? What am I suppose to do about crack babies? Terrorism? I can't stand those terrorists, they're so mad at everybody, I wish they'd just get over it! Maybe I should adopt a crack baby, sent it to a good school, get a chance of... Oh shut up! I'm gonna raise an inner city child in this building? I can't stand the people in this building, with their jeeps and their loafers. Their mean, stuck-up private school kids will make fun of my crack baby, my crack baby will have no play dates, poor kid. Awful, what do they expect us to do with all this information? What am I suppose to do with all this information? Awful, awful, awful.
Judith Moore: Awful, awful, what do they expect us to do with all this information? What am I suppose to do about crack babies? Terrorism? I can't stand those terrorists, they're so mad at everybody, I wish they'd just get over it! Maybe I should adopt a crack baby, sent it to a good school, get a chance of... Oh shut up! I'm gonna raise an inner city child in this building? I can't stand the people in this building, with their jeeps and their loafers. Their mean, stuck-up private school kids will make fun of my crack baby, my crack baby will have no play dates, poor kid. Awful, what do they expect us to do with all this information? What am I suppose to do with all this information? Awful, awful, awful.
Movie: Living Out Loud