Trust (film)

Dialogue

Matthew: I carry this with me at all times.

Maria: A hand grenade?

Matthew: Yeah.

Maria: Is it real?

Matthew: My dad brought it back from Korea.

Maria: What for?

Matthew: Souvenir, I guess.

Maria: No, I mean, why do you carry it around with you all the time?

Matthew: Just in case.

Maria: Just in case what?

Matthew: Just in case.

Maria: Are you emotionally disturbed?

Matthew: Look, I just showed it to you because of what you said.

Maria: Forget what I said. Put that thing away.

Matthew: Do you really think it's a good idea to drink soda for breakfast?

Maria: It keeps my skin clear.

Matthew: What?

Maria: It's true.

Matthew: In ten years your bones are gonna snap like twigs. You oughta have a glass of milk.

Maria: Milk gives me pimples.

Matthew: You probably get more pimples from all that makeup you're wearing.

Maria: Makeup hides my pimples.

Matthew: Sorry.

Peg: So, do you have a girlfriend?

Matthew: What's that got to do with anything?

Peg: Maybe that's your problem.

Matthew: Do I have a problem?

Peg: Of course you do.

Matthew: Oh yeah, and what do you think my problem is?

Peg: I don't think you laid enough.

Matthew: Is that so?

Peg: Well, what kind of relationship could a man as screwed up as you possibly have?

Matthew: I don't have relationships.

Peg: You love 'em and leave 'em, huh?

Matthew: I don't love anybody.

Peg: You mean, you just have a girl.

Matthew: I take what I can get. Now if you're through talking, do you want to go out back and fuck?

Jean: I'm never going to let you take Maria away from me.

Matthew: I never said I wanted to.

Jean: She's got to pay.

Matthew: Your husband died of a heart attack.

Jean: No one dies of a heart attack. They die of disgust, disappointment.

Matthew: You're not the first woman in the world who's had a hard time.

Jean: You're an outsider; you don't understand. A family's got to stick together, come hell or high water.

Matthew: A family's like a gun. You point it in the wrong direction, you're gonna kill somebody.

Jean: Exactly.

Maria: Did you mean it? Would you marry me?

Matthew: Yes.

Maria: Why?

Matthew: Because I want to.

Maria: Not because you love me or anything like that, huh?

Matthew: I respect and admire you.

Maria: Isn't that love?

Matthew: No, that's respect and admiration. I think that's better than love.

Maria: How?

Matthew: When people are in love they do all sorts of crazy things. They get jealous, they lie, they cheat. They kill themselves. They kill each other.

Maria: It doesn't have to be that way.

Matthew: Maybe.

Maria: You'd be the father of a child you know isn't yours.

Matthew: Kids are kids, what does it matter?

Maria: Do you trust me?

Matthew: Do you trust me first?

Maria: I trust you.

Matthew: You sure?

Maria: Yes.

Matthew: Then marry me.

Maria: I'll marry you if you admit that respect, admiration, and trust equals love.

Matthew: OK. They equal love.

Maria: Can you stop watching TV for a moment?

Matthew: No.

Maria: Why?

Matthew: I had a bad day. I had to subvert my principles and kowtow to an idiot. Television makes these daily sacrifices possible. It deadens the inner core of my being.

Maria: Let's move away, then.

Matthew: They have television everywhere. There's no escape. And besides, you won't leave your mother.

Matthew: I'm sorry. I lost my head.

Maria: It's OK.

Matthew: What do we do now?

Maria: We could run?

Matthew: We'd never make it.

Maria: I'll tell them it was my fault.

Matthew: They'll never believe you.

Maria: I don't care if they believe me or not.

Matthew: Why have you done this?

Maria: Done what?

Matthew: Why do you put up with me like this?

Maria: Somebody had to.

Matthew: But why you?

Maria: I just happened to be here.