Bell from Hell (1973)

Renaud Verley: Juan (John in English version)

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Quotes 

• [Juan ties Esther's wrists and ankles] 

  Esther : [laughing]  This is a new game!

  Juan : In every tragedy, there is an innocent victim. In this case - you're it.

• Marta : I don't know how you can live with all theses animals.

  Juan : I like animals. They are real. They eat when they are hungry. They sleep when they are tired and they fuck when they are in heat. You never been in heat, aunt!

  Marta : It's enough.

• Esther : Did you practise free love?

  Juan : Yes.

  Esther : I want to start but mother won't let me.

• Esther : What did they do to you in the clinic those three years? Did they cure you?

  Juan : Yes,

  [patting young Maria on the shoulder] 

  Juan : now I'm completely mad.

• Juan : [as Teresa's body is drenched with sprayed cold water]  After death, what happens to the skin, to the eyes, to the soft silky hair? Everything rots and disappears.

  [selects surgical instrument] 

  Juan : Your bodies will turn into sap, and in the spring, the sap will rise up the pine trunks.

  [in his mind, intended burial spot, conifers overlooking the ocean] 

  Juan : In a few years, I'll come back to the cliff, and I'll think "Those leaves are perhaps Teresa's fingers, and those others, her cheeks, and her lips." You'll always be facing the sea... and... the wind will caress you... for centuries and centuries.

  [the scalpel slides against Teresa's neck] 

• Juan : Christ, I should have known.

  María : [sobbing smirk]  Known what?

  Juan : Your mother set you up as bait, and I nibbled. It's true, isn't it?

  [she sobs] 

  Juan : Isn't it?

  María : [sobbing]  You bastard! They were right about you!

  [sobs] 

  Juan : [intrigued]  Oh? What did they say?

  María : [sobbing uncontrollably]  That you're a... you're a... you're a cruel, selfish, sadistic, mad-in-the-head psychotic bastard!

  Juan : God! I must get away from here! Away from your sick mother and your crazy sisters!

  María : You're mad!

  Juan : [softly]  Maybe.

  María : And you're not going anywhere! My mother won't let you!

• María : [awaiting him, sitting casually on chair]  I hope nobody saw you come up.

  [as he closes door:] 

  María : Where did you leave Mother?

  Juan : [beaming smile]  Dead. In the garden.

  [approaches] 

  Juan : Are you happy?

  [slips coat from her bare shoulder] 

  María : I'm all right. You sure no one saw you come up?

• Juan : At first, I was sure I could stand it. But then...

  [she comes to the bed, and slips off her coat] 

  Juan : something began to go to pieces in my brain. And something else... began to grow. Hatred!

  [grabs her] 

  Juan : It was painful, but when I accepted it... I felt better!

  María : [jumps up from bed]  Why do you talk like that? Where's my Mother?

  Juan : [takes her by the shoulders, pulls her back onto bed]  I told you: Dead. She's dead. If there's none of you here, there'll be no case. And you're not going to be anywhere.

  [jumps up] 

  Juan : I'm irresponsible! That's what

  [points at her:] 

  Juan : your doctors have said. I don't know the difference between right and wrong. And you know why? There is no difference. There are only roles!

  [she runs away, screaming]