Dancer in the Dark (2000)

Selma: In a musical, nothing dreadful ever happens.

Selma: Clatter, crash, clack, racket, bang, thump, rattle, clang, crack, thud, whack, bam! It's music, now dance.

Jeff: I don't understand. In musicals, why do they start to sing and dance all of a sudden? I mean, I don't suddenly start... to sing and dance.

Selma: Cvalda.
Kathy: Why do you call me that?
Selma: It's like, someone whose.
Kathy: What?
Selma: I don't know, just big and happy.
Kathy: I am not that big. And happy, I don't know.
Selma: You just need someone to pull it out.

Norman: She said Communism was - better for human beings.
District Attorney: She had nothing but contempt for our great country and it's principals.
Norman: Apart from it's musicals! She said the American one - the American ones were better.
District Attorney: So, the defendant preferred Hollywood to Vladivostok.

Lines on screen: They say it's the last song. They don't know us, you see. It's only the last song if we let it be.

Jeff: You can't see, can you?
Selma: What is there to see?

Selma: There's no more to see.

Selma: I'm just not that kind of mother.
Gene Jezkova: Can't you be that kind of a mother?

Kathy: But he needs his mother, you know, alive, no matter where.
Selma: You don't understand! He needs his eyes.
Kathy: He needs his mother.
Selma: No.
Kathy: Yes! Alive.
Selma: No.
Kathy: Listen to reason for once, Selma! Selma.
Selma: I listen to my heart.