The Magic of Belle Isle

Monte Wildhorn:
If I ever had me a little girl, I guess I'd want her to be you.

Finnegan O'Neil:
What's he yellin' at?

Henry:
Life.

Charlotte O'Neil:
I always felt like a book is a friend that does what no friend can do; stay quiet when you wanna think.

[first lines]

Monte Wildhorn:
What's all that crap on the windshield?

Henry:
It's ash from the fire.

Monte Wildhorn:
This is where you're bringing me?

Henry:
It's rent free.

Monte Wildhorn:
Before or after it burns down?

Monte Wildhorn:
Drinking is a very demanding profession, and I can't hold down two jobs at once.

Monte Wildhorn:
In the future I would appreciate your not walking my dog.

Charlotte O'Neil:
He's Dave's dog.

Monte Wildhorn:
I am not claiming to be his biological father.

Joe Viola:
He's just trying to make you a rich son of a b*tch.

Monte Wildhorn:
I'm already a son of a b*tch. And I don't care to be rich.

[last lines]

Charlotte O'Neil:
Looking forward to having you as a neighbor, Mr. Wildhorn.

Monte Wildhorn:
Just keep the noise down, Mrs. O'Neil.

Monte Wildhorn:
Never stop looking, for what's not there.

Monte Wildhorn:
That cannot be the response to every admonishment.

Monte Wildhorn:
Most times real life doesn't measure-up to what's in our heads, but every now and then it comes pretty close... you happen to catch me in one of those rarefied moments.

Monte:
"a face that gives the moonlight something worth shining on!"