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Harold: What were you fighting for?
Maude: Oh, Big Issues. Liberty. Rights. Justice. Kings died and kingdoms fell. You know, I don't regret the kingdoms--I see no sense in borders and nations and patriotism--but I do miss the kings.
Maude: What kind of flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oh, but they're NOT! Look. See, some are smaller; some are fatter; some grow to the left, some to the right; some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences! You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are *this*, yet allow themselves to be treated as *that*.
Maude: A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they're not dead, really. They're just... backing away from life. Reach out. Take a chance. Get hurt, even! Play as well as you can. Go team! GO! Give me an L! Give me an I! Give me a V! Give me an E! L. I. V. E. LIVE! ...Otherwise, you got nothing to talk about in the locker room.
Psychiatrist: Tell me, Harold, how many of these, uh, "suicides" have you performed?
Harold: An accurate number would be difficult to gauge.
Psychiatrist: Well, just give me a rough estimate.
Harold: A rough estimate? I'd say... fifteen.
Psychiatrist: Fifteen?
Harold: That's a rough estimate.
Psychiatrist: Were they all done for your mother's benefit?
Harold: No, I would not say "benefit."
Maude: Dreyfus once wrote that on Devil's Island he would see the most glorious birds. Many years later in Brittany he realized they had only been seagulls. To me, they will always be glorious birds.
Harold: You sure have a way with people.
Maude: Well, they're my species!
Harold: Maude, do you pray?
Maude: Pray? No, I communicate.
Maude: Vice, virtue, it's best not to be too moral - you cheat yourself out of too much life. Aim above morality.
Harold:So you don't use the umbrella anymore?
Maude: No. Not anymore.
Harold: No more revolts?
Maude: Oh, indeed! Every day. But I don't need a defense anymore. I embrace. Still fighting for the Big Issues but now in my small, individual way.
Maude: Harold, everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You can't let the world judge you too much.
Maude: You know, at one time, I used to break into pet shops to liberate the canaries. But I decided that was an idea way before its time. Zoos are full, prisons are overflowing... oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage.
Maude: Oh, Big Issues. Liberty. Rights. Justice. Kings died and kingdoms fell. You know, I don't regret the kingdoms--I see no sense in borders and nations and patriotism--but I do miss the kings.
Maude: What kind of flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oh, but they're NOT! Look. See, some are smaller; some are fatter; some grow to the left, some to the right; some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences! You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are *this*, yet allow themselves to be treated as *that*.
Maude: A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they're not dead, really. They're just... backing away from life. Reach out. Take a chance. Get hurt, even! Play as well as you can. Go team! GO! Give me an L! Give me an I! Give me a V! Give me an E! L. I. V. E. LIVE! ...Otherwise, you got nothing to talk about in the locker room.
Psychiatrist: Tell me, Harold, how many of these, uh, "suicides" have you performed?
Harold: An accurate number would be difficult to gauge.
Psychiatrist: Well, just give me a rough estimate.
Harold: A rough estimate? I'd say... fifteen.
Psychiatrist: Fifteen?
Harold: That's a rough estimate.
Psychiatrist: Were they all done for your mother's benefit?
Harold: No, I would not say "benefit."
Maude: Dreyfus once wrote that on Devil's Island he would see the most glorious birds. Many years later in Brittany he realized they had only been seagulls. To me, they will always be glorious birds.
Harold: You sure have a way with people.
Maude: Well, they're my species!
Harold: Maude, do you pray?
Maude: Pray? No, I communicate.
Maude: Vice, virtue, it's best not to be too moral - you cheat yourself out of too much life. Aim above morality.
Harold:So you don't use the umbrella anymore?
Maude: No. Not anymore.
Harold: No more revolts?
Maude: Oh, indeed! Every day. But I don't need a defense anymore. I embrace. Still fighting for the Big Issues but now in my small, individual way.
Maude: Harold, everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You can't let the world judge you too much.
Maude: You know, at one time, I used to break into pet shops to liberate the canaries. But I decided that was an idea way before its time. Zoos are full, prisons are overflowing... oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage.
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Ruth Gordon really made that part. Cannot recall who Harold was. Malcolm McDowell (from Clockwork Orange?), maybe?
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Looking at his listing he's been working steadily ever since Harold & Maude, but not in anything I've ever seen.
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Catelin, thanks a million for the quotes! I haven't watched the movie in a long while, but it'll always be one of my favorites. Reading the lines, i remember how they were spoken and everything-- it's lovely.
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well, okay, they were, but...
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**Love** this movie! Thank you for reminding me! Maude is such a philosophical genius.