Midnight in Paris (2011)

Rachel McAdams: Inez

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Quotes 

• Helen : We saw a wonderfully funny American film last night.

  Inez : Who was in it?

  Helen : Oh, I don't know. I forget the name.

  Gil : Wonderful but forgettable. It sounds like a film I've seen. I probably wrote it.

• Inez : You always take the side of the help. That's why Daddy says you're a communist.

• Inez : You're in love with a fantasy.

  Gil : I'm in love with you.

• [first lines] 

  Gil : This is unbelievable! Look at this! There's no city like this in the world. There never was.

  Inez : You act like you've never been here before.

  Gil : I don't get here often enough, that's the problem. Can you picture how drop dead gorgeous this city is in the rain? Imagine this town in the '20s. Paris in the '20s, in the rain. The artists and writers!

  Inez : Why does every city have to be in the rain? What's wonderful about getting wet?

• Gil : He's a pseudo-intellectual. Just a little bit.

  Inez : Ah, Gil, I hardly think he'd be lecturing at the Sorbonne if he's a pseudo-intellectual.

• Inez : Why don't you tell them about the lead character that you're working on right now?

  Carol : Yes! Oh, come on.

  Gil : I don't like to discuss my work.

  Inez : Well, dear, you don't have to tell them the whole plot, just the character.

  Gil : No, No, No.

  Inez : Okay. He works in a nostalgia shop.

  Carol : What's a-- What's a nostalgia shop?

  Paul : Oh, not one of those stores where they sell Shirley Temple dolls and old radios? And I never know who buys that stuff. Who'd want it?

  Carol : I don't know.

  Inez : Well, people who live in the past, people who think that their lives would be happier if they lived in an earlier time.

  Paul : And just which era would you have preferred to live in, Miniver Cheevy?

  Inez : Paris in the '20s, in the rain.

  Gil : Wouldn't have been bad.

  Inez : When the rain wasn't acid rain

  Paul : I see. And no global warming, no TV and suicide bombing, and nuclear weapons, drug cartels.

  Carol : Usual menu of cliched horror stories.

• Helen : Where did Gil run off to?

  Inez : Work. He's been walking around Paris. You know, the way the city's lit up at night allegedly inspires him, so... But that's OK, because I'm going dancing with Paul.

  Helen : Where's Carol?

  Inez : uh... She's in bed with a bad oyster, so I'll see you guys later. Thanks for dinner, Daddy.

  John : Bye, sweetie. Where do you think Gil goes every night?

  Helen : You heard her. He walks, and gets ideas. You sound skeptical.

  John : No. No. I've seen what he earns, but sometimes I think he's got a... got a... part missing, and I didn't like his remark about Tea Party Republicans. They are decent people trying to take back the country. They are not crypto-fascist airhead zombies. You hear him say that?

  Helen : Nevertheless, I don't think your idea of having him followed is very practical.

  John : No ? I'd like to know where he goes every night.

  Helen : Well, we know one thing: he doesn't go dancing.

• Inez : Gil, just pay attention. You might learn something.

• Gil : This is unbelievable! Look at this! There's no city like this in the world. There never was.

  Inez : You act like you've never been here before.

  Gil : I don't get here often enough, that's the problem. Can you picture how drop dead gorgeous this city is in the rain? Imagine this town in the '20s. Paris in the '20s, in the rain. The artists and writers!

  Inez : Why does every city have to be in the rain? What's wonderful about getting wet?