
50 Quotes From ‘Rushmore,’ In Order Of Awesomeness

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- “I miss Rushmore. I miss… the seasons.”
- “…War does funny things to men.”
- “With friends like you, who needs friends?”
- “Has it ever crossed your mind that you’re far too young for me?” “…It crossed my mind that you might consider that a possibility, yeah.”
- “I’ll show you the door.” (Max sighs.) “…I’ll just go back out the window.”
- “I SAVED LATIN. …What’d you ever do?”
- “Is this fake blood?” (Max sighs again.) “…Yes, it is.”
- “Your mind’s as warped as your ear, Buchan.”
- **…Bees flood into Herman Blume’s rented hotel room. He pauses, smiles — out of respect for the insanity of it all. Then he starts screaming.**
- “You want a carrot?” (Herman steps onto the porch, takes a single carrot, steps back off the porch, bites down awkwardly.)
- “Sic transit gloria. Glory fades. My name’s Max Fischer.”
- “…I’m sorry, did somebody say my name?”
- “‘When one man, for whatever the reason, has the ability to lead an extraordinary life, he has no right to keep it to himself.'”
- “Tell that stupid Mick he just made my list of things to do today. …I’m gonna pop a cap in his ass.”
- “…Say a prayer for Surf Boy. Wherever he is.”
- “‘I have seen wicked men and fools, a great many of both; and I believe they both get paid in the end.'” (Miss Cross pauses in her reading; she smiles darkly.) “‘But the fools first.'”
- “She’s my Rushmore, Max!” “…Yeah; I know. She was mine too.”
- **…Herman stands silently as the gigantic oak tree collapses inches away from him, almost squashing him like a pancake — but not quite.**
- “You’ll find a pair of safety glasses and some earplugs under your seats. Please feel free to use them.” (…Massive explosions begin.)
- “I don’t give a shit about the barracudas! Fuck it! I’m building it anyway.”
- “Couldn’t we just let me float by? For old times’ sake?”
- “Sharp little guy.” “…He’s one of the worst students we’ve got.”
- “I guess you’ve just gotta find something you love to do and then… do it for the rest of your life. For me, it’s going to Rushmore.”
- “Are you okay?” (Mr. Blume takes a long drag on his cigarette.) “…Mmmmmm; I’m a little lonely these days.”
- “Fischer! Yah spotty wee fuck!”
- “…Is that Latin?”
- “Nihilo sanctum estne? …Is nothing sacred?”
- “So I guess we both have dead people in our families.”
- “You’re like one of those clipper ship captains, Max. You’re married to the sea.” (Max pauses and thinks.) “…Yes; that’s true. …But I’ve been out to sea for a long time.”
- “Were you in the shit?”
- “Yeah; I was in the shit.”
- “Will you marry me?” “…You bet your ass I will.”
- “I’m sorry. Can I use your phone? I just got hit by a car.”
- “…What’s this?”
- (Max offers Herman a small box.) “That’s the Perfect Attendance Award and the Punctuality Award. I got those at Rushmore. I thought you could choose which one you like more, and you could wear one and I could wear the other.”
- (Herman gravely considers both awards; their meaning; the intent.) “…I’ll take Punctuality.” (He attaches the pin to his lapel: the moment is complete.)
- “…Pipe dreams, dad. I’m a barber’s son.”
- (Dr. Guggenheim, awakening from his coma, in a strangled, angry voice.) “…Fischer!!!”
- “I think I can safely say that I’ve never met anyone like you.” (Max smiles; he is truly pleased.) “…You really haven’t, have you?”
- “I understand that you’re a neurosurgeon.” (Bert grins.) “…No; I’m a barber. But a lot of people make that mistake.”
- “The killing has got to stop, esse! It’s getting too loco. No more gats.”
- (Max rushes into the doorway.) “Sorry, I just wanted to come by to thank you for WRECKING MY LIFE!”
- “I always wanted to be in one of those frickin’ plays of yours.” (Max nods at Buchan.) “…I know you did, mate.”
- “So what do you think of Max’s latest opus?”
- (Herman half-smiles, half-winces.) “…Let’s just hope it’s got a happy ending.”
- (Miss Cross approaches Max at the after-party.) “…Well, you pulled it off.”
- (Max shrugs.) “It went okay. At least nobody got hurt.”
- (She stares at him.) “Except for you.”
- “…Nah. I didn’t get hurt that bad.”
- **…Everyone gathers in the auditorium and dances, as ‘Ooh La La’ by the Faces plays…**