Joe Versus the Volcano (1990)

Patricia: My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know. Everybody you see. Everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake and they live in a state of constant total amazement.

Patricia: You're afraid of the commitment? You're gonna have to love and honor me for about 30 seconds.

Angelica: You must be tired.
Joe Banks: I don't mind talking.
Angelica: Well, I do! This is one of those typical conversations where we're all open and sharing our innermost thoughts and it's all bullshit and a lie and it doesn't cost you anything.

Marshall: You're coming into focus, kid.

Patricia: That outfit's wearing you, Felix.
Joe Banks: Why are you calling me Felix. My name is Joe.
Patricia: I am calling you Felix because I do what I want.

Angelica: You're in a rotten mood.
Patricia: It's the sunshine. Gets me down.

DeDe: Hi Joe, what's with the shoe?
Joe Banks: I'm losing my sole.
DeDe: Yeah.

Joe Banks: I tell you one thing, though. Wherever we go, whatever we do, we're gonna take this luggage with us.

Joe Banks: I've never been to L.A. before.
Angelica: What do you think?
Joe Banks: It looks fake. I like it.

Samuel Harvey Graynamore: Well, does it take more guts to twice traverse a staircase in a burning building, or to make a one-time leap into a volcano? Damned if I know, Kemosabe.

Joe Banks: I saw the moon when we where out there on the ocean. Shinning down on everything. I've been miserable for so long. Years of my life wasted. For you. Been a long time comin' here to met you. A long time, on a crooked road.

Angelica: Would you like to hear one of my poems?
Joe Banks: Sure.
Angelica: Long ago, the delicate tangles of his hair... covered the emptiness of my hand... Would you like to hear it again?
Joe Banks: Ok.
Angelica: Long ago, the delicate tangles of his hair... covered the emptiness of my hand.

Patricia: I'm soul sick.

Marshall: What kinda clothes do you got now?
Joe Banks: Well, I got the kinda clothes I'm wearing.
Marshall: So you got no clothes.

Joe Banks: Dear God, whose name I do not know - thank you for my life. I forgot how BIG... thank you. Thank you for my life.

Joe Banks: And then I'll be staying on a tiny island and I don't know if I'll be living in a hut, or what.
Luggage Salesman: Very exciting... as a luggage problem.

Dr. Ellison: You have some time left, Mr. Banks. You have some life left. My advice to you is: live it well.

Luggage Salesman: This is our premier steamer trunk, it's all handmade, only the finest materials. It's even watertight, tight as a drum. If I had the need, and the wherewithal, Mr. Banks, this would be my trunk of choice.
Joe Banks: I'll take four of them.
Luggage Salesman: May you live to be a thousand years old, sir.

Joe Banks: What's that? A teddy bear?
Waponi Chief: It's my soul.
Joe Banks: Oh, I hope you don't lose it.
Waponi Chief: Me too.

Joe Banks: So, what are we hoping for here?
Patricia: A miracle.