About a Boy (film)
- Directed by Chris Weitz and Paul Weitz. Written by Nick Hornby (novel) and Peter Hedges (screenplay).
- He fancies you. He told me.
- You don't give a shit about anyone and no one gives a shit about you!
- I think I killed a duck!
- I wanna be with her more, I wanna be with her all the time, and I wanna tell her things I don't even tell you or mum. And I don't want her to have another boyfriend. I suppose if I could have all those things, I wouldn't really mind if I touched her or not.
- Suddenly I realized – two people isn't enough. You need backup. If there are only two people, and someone drops off the edge, then you're on your own. Two isn't a large enough number. You need three at least.
- [Thinking] I used to think two was not enough. But now things are great; there are loads of people... I don't know what Will was so pissed off about. I don't think couples are the future. The way I see it now, we both got back-ups now. It's like that thing Jon Bon Jovi said: 'No man is an island.'
- The thing is, a person's life is like a TV show. I was the star of The Will Show. And The Will Show wasn't an ensemble drama. Guests came and went, but I was the regular. It came down to me and me alone. If Marcus' mum couldn't manage her own show, if her ratings were falling, it was sad, but that was her problem. Ultimately, the whole single mum plotline was a bit complicated for me.
- This crying in the morning thing, this depression, let's get that fixed.
- I was in some strange territory. Was I frightened? I was petrified.
- In my opinion, all men are islands. And what's more, now's the time to be one. This is an island age.
- I am an island. I am bloody Ibiza!
- I'd be the worst possible Godfather. I'd probably drop her on her head at her christening. I'd forget all her birthdays until she was 18. Then I'd take her out and get her drunk. And, let's face it, quite possibly try and shag her.
- Once you open your door to one person anyone can come in.
- I find the key is to think of a day as units of time, each unit consisting of no more than thirty minutes. Full hours can be a little bit intimidating and most activities take about half an hour. Taking a bath: one unit, watching countdown: one unit, web-based research: two units, exercising: three units, having my hair carefully dishevelled: four units. It's amazing how the day fills up, and I often wonder, to be absolutely honest, if I'd ever have time for a job; how do people cram them in?
- It was terrible! Terrible! But driving really fast behind the ambulance was fantastic!
- Me, I didn't mean anything. About anything, to anyone. And I knew that guaranteed me a long, depression-free life.
- [In the supermarket, his father's song begins to play] Oh no! November the sodding 19th... Six weeks before bloody Christmas and they were already playing that song.
- [Singing "Killing me Softly"] And there I was killing them softly with my song. Or rather being killed. And not so softly either.
- My life is made up of units of time. Buying CDs – two units. Eating lunch – three units. Exercising – two units. All in all, I had a very full life. It's just that it didn't mean anything.
- [voiceover] She couldn't stay at my place, and she didn't have a DVD, or satellite, or cable, so we were always stuck watching some crap made for t.v. movie about a kid with leukemia. I had to end it.
- [voiceover] Having been Will the Good Guy, I didn't relish going back to my usual role of Will the Unreliable, Emotionally Stunted Arsehole.
- [Regarding the first SPAT meeting] I'll tell you one thing. Men are bastards. After about ten minutes I wanted to cut my own penis off with a kitchen knife.
- [Thinking] Every man is an island. I stand by that. But clearly some men are island CHAINS. Underneath, they are connected...
- [To himself] No, Marcus, I do not want to come over for Christmas. I do not want to spend Christmas with Ms. Granola Suicide and her spawn.
- Lindsey's Mum: 'Sheikh Yur Az'[Shake your ass]... is he Moroccan?
- Fiona: You selfish bastard!
- Fiona: When you sing it brings sunshine and happiness into my heart
- Lindsey's Mum: Are we having duck? Delicious!
- Ellie: What did you just say to me?.- You heard me, squitty little shitty snot-nosed bastard!
- Marcus: Oh, don't worry, I think your mum is keen on him.
- Ali: [Shouting] She's not keen on him! She's only keen on me!
- Will: I couldn't possibly think of a worse godfather for Imogene. You know me. I'll drop her at her christening. I'll forget her birthdays until her 18th, when I'll take her out and get her drunk and possibly, let's face it, you know, try and shag her. I mean, seriously, it's a very, very bad choice.
- Couple: We know, I just thought you had hidden depths.
- Will: No. No. You've always had that wrong. I really am this shallow.
- Christine: You will end up childless and alone.
- Will: Well, fingers crossed, yeah.
- Will: I want to go out with her, OK. I'd like her to be my girlfriend, here I said it.
- Marcus: How brilliant!
- [Fiona is crying]
- Fiona: Will, am I a bad mother?
- Will: No. No, you're not a bad mother. You're just a barking lunatic.
- [Fiona is crying]
- Fiona: I mean, he's a special – very, very special boy and he's got a special soul, and I've wounded it.
- Will: Oh, please, just shut up. You're wounding my soul.
- Christine: Oh, no... it's just I thought you had hidden depths.
- Will: No, no, you've always had that wrong about me. I really am this shallow.
- Fiona: He's expressing himself!
- Will: No, he's not! He's expressing YOU!
- Ellie: You like rap?
- Marcus: A little. It's by black people mostly. And they're pretty angry most of the time. But sometimes they just want to have sex.
- Marcus: I got the letter. Thanks.
- Fiona: Oh my God. I'd forgotten.
- Marcus: You forgot? You forgot a suicide letter?
- Fiona: Well I didn't think I'd have to remember it, did I? Did you read the part where I said I'd always love you?
- Marcus: It's a bit hard for you to love me when you're dead, isn't it?
- Fiona: I can understand why you're angry, Marcus. But I don't feel the same as I did yesterday, if it's any help.
- Marcus: What? It's all gone away? All that?
- Fiona: No, but, for the moment, I feel better.
- Marcus: The moment's no good for me. I can see you feel better at the moment. You just put the kettle on. What happens when you finish your tea? What happens when I go back to school? I can't be here to watch you all the time!
- Marcus: I'll come if you take my mom, too. She hasn't got any money, so either we'll have to go somewhere cheap, or you'll have to treat us.
- Will: Well, listen, don't beat about the bush, Marcus.
- Marcus: Why should I? We're poor, you're rich, you pay. You can bring your little boy if you like. I don't mind.
- Will: That's really big of you.
- Will: It's a CD, Marcus, by Mystikal. They're cool. You'll like them
- Fiona: What kind of music is Mystikal?
- Will: It's sort of, um, world music . . .
- Marcus: [reads a song title] "Shake Ya Ass."
- Will: ...Slash rap-type thing.
- Marcus: I used to want Will to marry my mom.
- Ali: You serious?
- Marcus: Yeah, but that was when she was depressed and I was desperate.
- Will: Thanks, mate.
- Rachel: Ali has trouble meeting new people. You see, the last guy I went out with, well, he wasn't all good news.
- Ali: [Loudly] He was a liar!
- Rachel: All right, Ali.
- Ali: If your dad goes out with my mum, you're gonna be dead, really dead.
- Marcus: I don't think it's really up to me, now is it?
- Ali: Well it better be... or you're gonna die.