Francesco Dellamorte: I'd give my life to be dead.
Quotes from Rupert Everett movies and TV shows
Francesco Dellamorte: You and I are both the same. We kill out of indifference, out of love sometimes, but never out of hate. Now I don't know who's dead or alive. I'm sick of killing. So I'm leaving the game, Brother.
Francesco Dellamorte: Oh, come on Gnaghi. The world's full of girls like that, and they've got bodies, too.
Francesco Dellamorte: Hell, at a certain point in life, you realise you know more dead people than living.
Francesco Dellamorte: You'll see, Franco. Mara is going to get tired of you. Cinzia will grow up to hate you. And then you'll be free. Free to see what the rest of the world looks like.
Franco: Mmm. What do you think the rest of the world looks like?
Francesco Dellamorte: The rest of the world?
Franco: Mmm-hmm.
Francesco Dellamorte: Mmm. Who knows if the rest of the world even exists?
Francesco Dellamorte: Past this tunnel is the rest of the world. What do you think the rest of the world looks like, Gnaghi? Can you imagine it?.. You're right. It's beyond imagination.
Francesco Dellamorte: I should have known it. The rest of the world doesn't exist.
Francesco Dellamorte: Go away! I haven't got time for the living.
Francesco Dellamorte: Someone has stolen my crimes.
Francesco Dellamorte: The Living Dead and the dying living are all the same. Cut from the same cloth. But disposing of dead people is a public service, whereas you're in all sorts of trouble if you kill someone while they're still alive.
Francesco Dellamorte: You're supposed to be setting a good example, now will you get back to your coffin immediately.
Francesco Dellamorte: Death, death, death comes sweeping down, filthy death the leering clown, death on wings, death by surprise, failing evil from worldly eyes, death that spawns as life succumbs, while death and love, two kindred drums, beat the time till judgement day, an actor in a passion play, without beginning, without end, evermore, amen.
Lord Rutledge: Where do you keep your champagne? Near the furnace?
Lord Rutledge: From the look of my soup I'd say someone in your kitchen has a serious hair loss problem.
Oscar Wilde: With no warning, I was transferred one afternoon from Wandsworth to Reading Gaol. In broad daylight, by train, shackled to a warder like a performing bear. That journey was the most exquisite of the tortures Her Majesty contrived for me. At Clapham Junction we had to wait for a connection. Half an hour, my dears, on platform two. Sadly, my public had not forgotten me.
Oscar Wilde: I am my own Judas.
Reggie Turner: How do you like your new name?
Oscar Wilde: Almost as much as I loathe the old one.
Oscar Wilde: I'm dying beyond my means.
Lord Arthur Goring: I am glad you have called. I am going to give you some advice.
Laura: Oh pray, don't. One should never give a woman something that she can't wear in the evening.
Sir Robert Chiltern: Do you know, Arthur, I sometimes wish I were you.
Lord Arthur Goring: Do you know, Robert, sometimes I wish you were too. Except that you would probably make something useful out of my life, and that would never do.