Big Eyes – Quotes
The fifties were a grand time… for a man.
I make things up for a living. I’m a reporter.
Back then, women didn’t leave [their husbands], not without work or prospects.
Walter: You know Margaret Ulbricht, you undervalue yourself.
Margaret: I’ve never acted freely. I was a daughter and wife and mother. I paint my daughter because she’s all I know.
Walter: What’s up with the big crazy eyes? Margaret: Well, you know, I think you can see things in eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Walter: Yeah, but you paint them like pancakes! They’re all out of proportion.
Walter: I anoint that painter. I banish that painter to no-where’s-ville.
Margaret: People buy art because it touches them. Walter: You’re living in fairy tale land. People buy art because it’s in [the stores and in vogue]. They don’t get to discover it.
Bar Owner: People are here because they want to see the sappy painting that makes grown men fight.
Margaret: Why are you lying? You are taking credit for something you didn’t do. These children are a part of my soul.
Margaret to the Catholic Priest at Confession: I was raised Methodist, so if that’s a problem, we can go.
Priest: Man is the head of the household. Perhaps you should trust his judgment.
Walter: What compels me to paint these pictures? Margaret: Maybe you have an unhealthy obsession with little girls.
Margaret: The more you lie, the smaller you seem.
Margaret: I don’t have any friends. I like to my own child.
Reporter: Why did she stay? Was it fear? Lack of confidence? …She was trapped in a lie…
Reporter: He’s like the hoola-hoop. He just won’t go away.
Walter: What do you care? It’s my name being dragged through the mud.
Art should elevate, not pander.
You don’t know what it’s like to put your emotions out there for the world to see.
I can’t sue you. You are the ultimate betrayal.
You went from sentimentality to kitsch.
Jehovah’s witnesses, quoting the Bible: Men will be lovers of themselves. Margaret: Sounds like my ex-husband.
A worshipper of Jehovah must be honest in all things.
Margaret? about Walter: You are very talented at being charming and a genius at sales.
Judge: Choreography is not necessary. Just sit down and testify.
Judge: You’re not testifying; you’re filibustering!
Walter: My shoulder! I don’t think I’ll be able to paint today.
Two things mattered to Margaret: her daughter and her paintings. And after all the crazy turns, she came out with both of them.
Walter never admitted defeat.