Malcolm & Marie (2021)

Zendaya: Marie

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• [Marie walks into the room with a knife] 

  Malcolm : Marie, what are you doing? Put the knife down, please. Marie?

  [she kneels down in front of him and plays with the knife] 

  Marie : Do you remember those antidepressants I was on? I'm not on them anymore. I'm not doing well. I'm really, really not doing well. I've never been clean. And I don't plan on getting clean. I'm a piece of shit. I'm a liar. I cheated on you. I fucked your friends

  [she laughs] 

  Marie : I fucked your friends. God, I feel like I'm crazy. I've stolen from your mother. And you know what the fucked up thing is? I don't even care. I don't mind. Because I deserve it. Tell me where the fucking pills are. Tell me where the pills are.

  [Malcolm struggles to answer, Marie puts the knife down and acts like herself again] 

  Marie : And that, Malcolm, is what authenticity buys you.

  [she flips him off with both hands as she leaves the room] 

  Malcolm : Well, damn! Why didn't you do that in the audition?

• Marie : You know what, Malcolm, if you're gonna treat me like an insane person and call me fucking crazy, the least you could do is do it without casually eating macaroni and cheese. How does that work for you? What does that sound like in your fucking brain? "What a cunt. Mmm. This macaroni and cheese is delicious. What a cunt. I wonder if there's more mac and cheese. What a cunt. If I could direct commercials for Kraft Mac and Cheese, I would."

• Malcolm : Not everything I do is political because I'm black.

  Marie : Yes, I think Angela Davis would disagree with you.

• Marie : You know, life is gonna get easier, but it's also gonna get harder.

  Malcolm : What do you mean?

  Marie : Just don't believe the hype, Malcolm. And don't push away the people who ground you.

• [after hearing Malcolm's rant about film critics] 

  Marie : So this is what happens when you get a good review. You're fucking crazy. I'm ser... you're delirious.

• Marie : You know what, Malcolm? I feel like once you know someone is there for you and once you know they love you, you never actually think of them again.

• Marie : It's not just about you forgetting to thank me, Malcolm. It's about how you see me. And how you view my contribution; not just to this relationship, but to your work. Specifically in a movie you made about my life.

• Malcolm : You're by far the most excruciating, difficult, stubbornly obnoxious woman I've ever met in my *entire* life. I go from wanting to cut your head off one moment to fucking wanting to kiss your beautiful stupid little face the next. I fucking love you. I love you. Should we get married?

  Marie : Not in the mood.

  Malcolm : Seriously, I feel like we're gonna get married and divorced at least a couple of times, we might as well started now.

• Marie : You're gonna start making fake movies about fake people with fake emotions. And then you'll start having dinner with the white girl from LA Times

  [they laugh] 

  Marie : Yeah.

  Malcolm : [laughs]  Oh, no! Not the white girl!

  Marie : Mm-hmmm. You'll be taking about this one-take and... and that one-take... and how the camera...

  [makes framing gestures as she talks] 

  Marie : You know you do that, right?

  [Malcolm laughs] 

  Marie : Literally. Next thing you know, you'll be on your press tour for your new LEGO film. Talk about hw it's an allegory for the failures of reconstruction.

  [imitating Malcolm] 

  Marie : "Well, the original working title was, uh, 'Forty LEGOs and a Mule', but the...

  [struggling not to break character] 

  Marie : "... the studio got a little, uh...

  [she finally cracks; Malcolm can't stop laughing] 

  Marie : Malcolm, you laugh, but I can see it. I'm serious, I can see that shit. All your new Twitter friends will be quote-Tweeting your ass, handclaps and shit, talkin' 'bout, "This is what change looks like." "Yes, king!"

  Malcolm : Oh, brutal.

  Marie : Mm-hmmm. But then the rest of America is gonna be like, "Well, what the fuck is this Negro doing selling us some shit with these LEGOs? I'm not seeing that shit!" Then there's gonna be boycotts, fucking protests because you're politicizing these LEGOs, but thankfully, you'll have your new white girlfriend from the LA Times. I mean, she's gonna come riding in with her SPF-50 brigade on some real soccer mom shit, tweeting' at people left and right.

  [in a white voice] 

  Marie : "Well, this is literally censorship! Who is in charge here? It is our moral obligation to go and see this movie written and directed by a real Bla... I mean, person of color. We are going to make history, okay? We're going to make it the biggest box office ever!"

  [in her regular voice] 

  Marie : And the next thing you know, you will have made a toy company a billion dollars.

  Malcolm : Yes!

  Marie : Yes! "Congratulations, Malcolm Elliot! You fucking did it!

  [she imitates an airhorn] 

  Marie : "Here's a couple million dollars and a fucking fruit basket. But just as a thought, have you ever considered doing the Angela Davis biopic, but with LEGOs?"

  Malcolm : [laughs]  You know your white voice is crazy.

• Malcolm : You know I made a mistake. So why turn it into something more?

  Marie : Because it is more. It's our entire fucking relationship in a nutshell.

• Malcolm : Some people would say lack of jealousy is a good thing.

  Marie : Not when it borders on indifference.

• Marie : All of y'all are a bunch of hookers and hoes.

  Malcolm : You calling me a ho?

  Marie : Yes, I am calling you a ho.

  Malcolm : [laughs]  Fuck you.

  Marie : 'Cause you're a ho! What? You are. That's fine. That's why you're hell-bent on sounding smart, 'cause you're compensating for the fact that you're a ho. Instead of just understanding that... This is just how the world of ho-dom turns. You know, you got an actress in a $2,000 dress, talkin' about socialism on a red carpet because she's too afraid to admit that, guess what, she's just... she's just a fuckin' actor. There's no shame in that. And then you got every entertainment outlet running with her call to arms, her "viva la revolution". Not because they actually care or want to spread the message. But because they know that there's nothing that sells more than disgust. That's what gets the clicks. And you dumbasses fall for that shit every time. Honestly, nobody cares what you have to say. They don't. You guys play fucking dress-up for a living. This is some only-in-America, ho-ass shit. And all of you are guilty. You know? So just stay in your lane. Keep doing your ho shit. It's fine.

• Malcolm : You should've never given up acting, baby.

  Marie : Why, Malcolm?

  Malcolm : I always believed if you found a character that actually allowed you to be yourself, you'd be astonishing.

  Marie : Well Malcolm, unfortunately no one can really write me except you.

• Marie : Malcolm, you're writing Angela Davis biopic right now.

  Malcolm : Yeah, but that's different.

• Malcolm : I am *genuinely* sorry, which is why I apologized to you a thousand fucking times during the movie. I mean I felt so guilty, I couldn't even concentrate on the movie.

  Marie : Huh! Well, that's a shame! You've only seen it 7000 times.

• Marie : I'm the only person who tells you you're being an asshole when you're being an asshole.

• Marie : Can I ask you a question and you promise to answer without making me feel like shit?

  Malcolm : [sighs deeply]  Yeah.

• Marie : You're more privileged than the white girl who works for the LA times who thinks she's doing a public service by lifting up your mediocre ass.

  Malcolm : Now you're being cruel.

  Marie : Well, try slitting your wrist with a pair of nail scissors.

• Marie : You wanna make movies, and no one's allowed to say anything bad about them? Give me a break. "Oh, no! Someone attacked my movie."

  Malcolm : Well, fuck these lazy-ass critics.

  Marie : Malcolm, you are not making pottery for a living, okay? You are a filmmaker, and film-making is the most capitalistic, mainstream fucking art form on the planet Earth.

• Marie : You are literally incapable of de-escalating a situation unless it's work related. And even then, it's 50-50.