Peggy Sue Got Married (1986)

Kevin J. O'Connor: Michael Fitzsimmons

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• Michael Fitzsimmons : But we had heat, baby. Passion! Fire! We owe it to ourselves to fuse together, at least one more time.

  Peggy Sue : Oh, that's a good line. You are gonna be a terrific writer.

  Michael Fitzsimmons : You thinks so?

  Peggy Sue : Yeah.

• Michael Fitzsimmons : Gilfond's okay, except that he thinks Hemingway is great literature.

  Peggy Sue : And you don't?

  Michael Fitzsimmons : He's a fisherman. The most overrated writer of the century. I mean, man he is the perfect American Author - fat, violent, drunk.

  Peggy Sue : Maybe you're confusing his life with his work.

  Michael Fitzsimmons : A writer's life is his work. Jack Kerouac doesn't have to kill a bull to have something to write about. I mean, man, he's out there burning, feeling, grooving on life!

• Michael Fitzsimmons : What's your scene, Miss Majorette? You going to marry Mr. Blue lmpala and graze around with the other sheep for the rest of your life?

  Peggy Sue : No. I already did that. I want to be a dancer. That's what I want to do. I'm gonna dance and dance - and dance.

• Michael Fitzsimmons : [Referring to Charlie as he's singing]  The Treble Without a Cause

• Peggy Sue : We had one glorious night together, someday you'll remember and write about it.

  Michael Fitzsimmons : Yeah, I can dig that. Bittersweet perfection. Dogs of lust on leashes of memory.

• Peggy Sue : Well, the world sure looks better up here.

  Michael Fitzsimmons : The world is fantastic. It's the ultimate absurd circus. And I am shot from a cannon into the energy.

  Peggy Sue : What are you shooting for?

  Michael Fitzsimmons : Maximum intensity. Yeah. I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to write! I'm checking out of this bourgeois motel. *Push* myself away from the dinner table and say: "No more Jell-O for me, Mom!"

• Michael Fitzsimmons : This is the plan. As soon as school is finished, we move to Utah.

  Peggy Sue : Utah? I thought you'd be going to Paris or New York. I mean, what's in Utah?

  Michael Fitzsimmons : Rita. I met her last summer. She's cool. You'll really dig her. She's got this little cabin outside the hills of Provo where she raises chickens. I'll write, and you two can take care of the chickens to support us.

  Peggy Sue : I can't do that.

  Michael Fitzsimmons : Why not? Polygamy's legal in Utah.

  Peggy Sue : I'm allergic to chickens.

• Michael Fitzsimmons : What's with you? I thought you were cool. You rode my bike. You blew some pot.

• Michael Fitzsimmons : I had you pegged all wrong.

• Michael Fitzsimmons : What are you doing here, anyway?

  Peggy Sue : Coffee, donuts.

  Michael Fitzsimmons : I thought chicks like you travelled in packs.

  Peggy Sue : Hey, man, I'm a hip chick.

  [takes a drag on Michael's cigarette] 

• Michael Fitzsimmons : "How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face." I didn't write that. That's Yeats.

  Peggy Sue : I envy you. You have your whole life ahead of you and you know exactly what you want.

• Michael Fitzsimmons : I'll respect you for eternity.

  Peggy Sue : Oh, Michael, you know this really isn't happening.

• Peggy Sue : What do you know about classical music?

  Michael Fitzsimmons : Nothing. But selling is selling.

• Elderly Gentleman : Shostakovich? Charlie, I'm just taking the Ravel!

  Michael Fitzsimmons : Listen. Take the Shostakovich home. Listen to it. Let it grow on you. If you don't like it, I will give you your money back.

  Elderly Gentleman : Oh, well I did like the Dvorák one you suggested. I liked it a lot. And, young man, you talked me into it.

• Michael Fitzsimmons : We had heat, baby. Passion! Fire! We owe it to ourselves to *fuse* together. At least one more time.

  Peggy Sue : Oh, that's a great line. You are going to be a terrific writer.

• Mr. Gilfond : The result of his struggle is that Santiago comes back with honor.

  Michael Fitzsimmons : Santiago comes back with nothing! There's no meat on the bone. It's Hemingway's ego trying to defend itself again. Trying to prove he can still perform.

  Mr. Gilfond : What Hemingway's saying, Michael, is that we are alone. That when we go out too far, we're vulnerable. The irony that Santiago is beaten by the sharks, doesn't make him less of a hero.

  Michael Fitzsimmons : Who's the victim and who's the predator?

• Michael Fitzsimmons : Ray of oneness piercing the solitude. Falling bodies in the ecstasy of flesh.

  Peggy Sue : Is that one of your's?

  Michael Fitzsimmons : No, I just made that up.