Phantom Thread Quote
Reynolds Woodcock: What the hell is it about? Are you a special agent sent here to ruin my evening and possibly my entire life?
Alma: Why are you so rude to me? Why are you talking to me like this?
Reynolds Woodcock: Is this my house? This is my house, isn't it! Is this my house?
Alma: Yes, this is your house. Of course, it's your house!
Reynolds Woodcock: Or did somebody drop me on foreign soil behind enemy lines? I'm surrounded on all sides!
Alma: What a question! You brought me here! It's you who brought me here.
Reynolds Woodcock: When the hell did this happen? Who are you? Do you have a gun? You're here to kill me?
Alma: [quietly]Why are you doing this?
Reynolds Woodcock: Hm, do you have a gun?
Alma: Stop it!
Reynolds Woodcock: Where's your gun?
Alma: Stop being a child.
Reynolds Woodcock: Where's your gun?
Alma: Stop...
Reynolds Woodcock: Show me your gun.
Alma: ...playing. Stop playing this game.
Reynolds Woodcock: I'm not playing a game.
Alma: I'm not... Yes, mm-hmm. Uh-huh.
Reynolds Woodcock: What game am I playing? What game? What precisely is the nature of my game? You tell me.
Alma: Oh, this whole...
Reynolds Woodcock: What?
Alma: All your rules and your walls and your doors and your people and your money and all this clothes and everything! This! This! This game! Everything here! The whole pfff! Nothing is normal or natural or... everything is a game! Yes, mister! No, madam! Yes, uh... vu-vu-poo! I don't eat this! I don't drink that, I don't...
Reynolds Woodcock: Well, if, if it's my, if it's my life that you're describing, it's entirely up to you whether you choose to share it
Alma: Why are you so rude to me? Why are you talking to me like this?
Reynolds Woodcock: Is this my house? This is my house, isn't it! Is this my house?
Alma: Yes, this is your house. Of course, it's your house!
Reynolds Woodcock: Or did somebody drop me on foreign soil behind enemy lines? I'm surrounded on all sides!
Alma: What a question! You brought me here! It's you who brought me here.
Reynolds Woodcock: When the hell did this happen? Who are you? Do you have a gun? You're here to kill me?
Alma: [quietly]Why are you doing this?
Reynolds Woodcock: Hm, do you have a gun?
Alma: Stop it!
Reynolds Woodcock: Where's your gun?
Alma: Stop being a child.
Reynolds Woodcock: Where's your gun?
Alma: Stop...
Reynolds Woodcock: Show me your gun.
Alma: ...playing. Stop playing this game.
Reynolds Woodcock: I'm not playing a game.
Alma: I'm not... Yes, mm-hmm. Uh-huh.
Reynolds Woodcock: What game am I playing? What game? What precisely is the nature of my game? You tell me.
Alma: Oh, this whole...
Reynolds Woodcock: What?
Alma: All your rules and your walls and your doors and your people and your money and all this clothes and everything! This! This! This game! Everything here! The whole pfff! Nothing is normal or natural or... everything is a game! Yes, mister! No, madam! Yes, uh... vu-vu-poo! I don't eat this! I don't drink that, I don't...
Reynolds Woodcock: Well, if, if it's my, if it's my life that you're describing, it's entirely up to you whether you choose to share it
Movie: Phantom Thread
