Hemingway & Gellhorn (2012 TV Movie)
Martha Gellhorn: I do not see myself as a footnote to someone else's life.
Martha Gellhorn: Past five minutes, I've watched you. I've watched you type pages and let them float into the wastebasket.
Ernest Hemingway: Never crumple pages. Always let them float gently into the basket.
Ernest Hemingway: Any writer who rips out his stuff and crumples it will go insane in a year, guaranteed.
Ernest Hemingway: That woman loves humanity, but can't stand people.
Ernest Hemingway: Well, in this joint, they don't drink to get drunk, they drink to stay drunk.
Ernest Hemingway: Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
Ernest Hemingway: Done by noon... drunk by 3:00. That's my philosophy.
Ernest Hemingway: In this world, when you find a good place, you don't leave it.
Martha Gellhorn: We were good in war. And when there was no war, we made our own.
Martha Gellhorn: The battlefield neither of us could survive was domestic life.
Ernest Hemingway: Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.
Ernest Hemingway: As a writer grows in public stature, he sheds his loneliness, and often his work deteriorates, for he does his work alone.
Ernest Hemingway: Writing's like mass. God gets mad if you don't show up.
Ernest Hemingway: And if he's a good enough writer, he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.
Ernest Hemingway: Love is more infinitely durable than hate.
Ernest Hemingway: So what do you do, sophisticated?
Martha Gellhorn: What do I do? Lately, I've been seeing the world.
Ernest Hemingway: How is the world?
Ernest Hemingway: Let's see the review.
Martha Gellhorn: What?
Ernest Hemingway: Come, on Gellhorn. Every writer keeps one review.
Martha Gellhorn: Well, you can blame Mrs. Roosevelt. She encouraged me to write it.
Ernest Hemingway: You know how to make an entrance.
Martha Gellhorn: Why? Jealous?
Ernest Hemingway: All Cinderella had was a pumpkin.
Martha Gellhorn: Cinderella needs a drink.
Ernest Hemingway: Spain got my juices flowing Max, the work's good. I've got a great title.
Maxwell Perkins: That's what editors like to hear.
Ernest Hemingway: "For Whom the Bell Tolls".
Charles Colebaugh: John Donne! "Each man's death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind. Therefore, ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee."
Martha Gellhorn: It's going to be his best novel.
Maxwell Perkins: Believe me, Scribner's is interested, if you ever want to write a book.
Martha Gellhorn: Really?
Charles Colebaugh: Mm, you can't filch her, Perkins. I've got her locked up at Collier's. Stories are so good, we want more. Actually, you know, I wasn't sure that gals have the stuff to be war reporters.
Martha Gellhorn: Well, women get bombed same as men.
Ernest Hemingway: [grabs whiskey bottle] Yeah, I want to get bombed right now.
Ernest Hemingway: [Voiceover of a letter he wrote] My dearest Marty, One thing you must know, love is infinitely more durable than hate. Last night I howled at the moon, and some poor wretched beast answered from the dark. Maybe he has a Marty, too? And so we howled together. The animal, and the man whom love has made an animal. Love, you poisoned my typewriter. How can I write with every key screaming? Since you left, I've had hangovers they could name battleships after. Today, I remember the heat of your naked skin. I am stinko deadly lonely. We must promise and pledge and swear out loud to the love-drunk gods on high that we will never leave each other again.