Harold and Maude

Harold: You hop in any car you want and just drive off? Maude: Well, not any car. I like to keep a variety. I'm always looking for the new experience. Harold: Maybe. Nevertheless, I think you're upsetting people. I don't know if that's right. Maude: Well, if some people get upset because they feel they have a hold on some things, I'm merely acting as a gentle reminder: here today, gone tomorrow, so don't get attached to things. Now, with that in mind, I'm not against collecting stuff...

Harold and Maude, CC BY-SA 4.0

Harold: What? Maude: We'll transplant it. To the forest. Harold: You can't do that Maude: Why not? Harold: This is public property. Maude: Well, exactly.

Harold and Maude, CC BY-SA 4.0

Harold: Maude? Maude: Hmm? Harold: Do you pray? Maude: Pray? No. I communicate. Harold: With God? Maude: With Life.

Harold and Maude, CC BY-SA 4.0

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. No, I would not say "benefit."

Harold and Maude, CC BY-SA 4.0

Motorcycle Officer: License, lady? Maude: I don't have one. I don't believe in them. Motorcycle Officer: How long you been driving, lady? Maude: About 45 minutes, wouldn't you say, Harold? We were hoping to start sooner; but, you see, it's rather hard to find a truck. Motorcycle Officer: This your truck? Maude: Oh, no, I just took it.

Harold and Maude, CC BY-SA 4.0

Harold: You sure have a way with people. Maude: Well, they're my species!

Harold and Maude, CC BY-SA 4.0