The Lost City

Fico Fellove:
Havana is very much like a rose: it has petals, and it has thorns... So it depends on how you grab it, but in the end, it always grabs you...

Don Federico Fellove:
In the sea, even a shark can drown.

Aurora Fellove:
Who said woman is like a flower?

Fico Fellove:
Poet with a sensitive smell.

Meyer Lansky:
She was a beautiful thing Havana. We should have known she was a... heartbreaker.

[first lines]

Alberto Mora:
A message from Pelico. [gangsters begin shooting]

Fico Fellove:
You're lucky you're on the other side of the room!

Ricardo Fellove:
I feel lucky that I'm on the other side of the room, it probably stinks on that side of the room.

Fico Fellove:
[to man about to be executed] Life is becoming a dress rehearsal for a show nobody will see.

Fico Fellove:
[preparing his gun]

The Writer:
Can I offer a serious thought from someone who is never serious?

Fico Fellove:
No.

The Writer:
Then that was it.

Don Federico Fellove:
Do you know what a zugzwang is?

Fico Fellove:
It's a chess move.

Don Federico Fellove:
It is a chess move that is no move at all. It is actually a position. A position in which each player will obtain a worse result if it were his time to move, than if it were not. Do you follow?

Don Donoso Fellove:
A double bind.

Don Federico Fellove:
[pointing to himself and Fico] A reciprocal situation. All you have to do is act accordingly. Which means...

Don Donoso Fellove:
...to not act at all.

The Writer:
[indicating Fico] When I grow up I want to be just like him.

Aurora Fellove:
Why?

The Writer:
Because, he never pays.

Fico Fellove:
Why are you so unhappy?

Aurora Fellove:
I'm not unhappy, I'm just sad.

Fico Fellove:
Don't be.

Aurora Fellove:
It's in my nature.

Fico Fellove:
Hey, beauty's your nature.

Aurora Fellove:
Sad can be beautiful.

Fico Fellove:
Sad yes, but not sadness.

Fico Fellove:
What illegal gambling?

Bola de Nieve:
We caught two stage hands playing cards.

Fico Fellove:
And that's illegal?

Miliciana Mu?oz:
Oh, it's worse than that. It is a dangerous distraction to the masses.

Bola de Nieve:
"The opium of the people." Marx said it.

The Writer:
I thought Marx said religion was the opiate of the people.

Miliciana Mu?oz:
Marx said that too.

The Writer:
Carl or Groucho?

Don Federico Fellove:
[on his deathbed] No one comes to say hello these days. Just goodbye.

The Writer:
Semantics, my friend, is made up of endings.

The Writer:
Did you know that Cuba is half white, half black, and half Chinese?

Waitress in NY:
That's three halves.

The Writer:
Everything is coming in threes these days, even halves. Which half are you?

Waitress in NY:
Owner.