Beau Is Afraid (2023) Best Movie Quotes

Teen Elaine: Are you a virgin? Well, it doesn’t matter! I am, too. I mean, who gives a s**t?
Teen Beau: I have to. It’s very dangerous for me. It’s genetic. My father died.

Teen Elaine: Will you wait for me?
Teen Beau: Yes.
Teen Elaine: Promise? Do you promise? Promise me!
Teen Beau: I swear, yes.

Grace: [referring to Jeeves] When they rescued him in the jungle, they found him running around, shooting at the bodies. And not at not the enemy, his own squad too.
Roger: His own squad, Beau.
Grace: He was defending himself. He still is. He’s a hero, and he came back to nothing!

Toni: We’re going to finally put some color on these walls.

Toni: Yeah, you know what? You’ll just get f***ed up with me.
Beau Wassermann: I’m supposed to be leaving.
Toni: So you’ll leave f***ed up!

Toni: You’ve blown it! You failed your stupid test!
Beau Wassermann: What?
Toni: Everyone pretending you’re some sad old orphan! It makes me puke!

Toni: [to Beau] I’m not asking you to leave! I’ve asked you to f***ing drink this f***ing paint with me!

Beau Wassermann: [after Toni drinks the paint] She should blink! She should be blinking.

Grace: [to Beau] I see you now! Replacing my son with a demon!

Grace: Jeeves! Rip him apart!

Penelope: [referring to Beau] He was in an accident. His mother just died, and his father died before he was born.
Lloyd: “When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.”

Beau Wassermann: What is this place?
Penelope: We call ourselves the Orphans of the Forest.
Orphan Ladybug Man: That’s right! Although many of our parents simply abandoned us without even bothering to die.

Angel: Push forward. Pray that you learn valor and be given luck. You will walk many miles. Dozens will become hundreds, hundreds will become thousands. You will pass through countless villages. But finally, one village will speak to you, some deep, essential part of you will recognize it, and you will say, “This village is mine.”

Angel: You will learn a trade, and eventually earn a living. You will know the pleasure of tasting fruit, and bread, and wine that is yours, because you have earned it. You will find a plot of land and build a house with your own hands. You will cultivate the land. You will live off it. You will come to make new friends.

Angel: One day, you will meet a woman. The story of your meeting will change according to who tells it, that you were lost, and she helped you find your way, or that she was off course, and you guided her home. She will see your fears, and your pain, and your dreams, and your potential, and you will see hers. In finding your other half, the gifts of your life will multiply. Sometimes, she will look like a man to you.

Angel: You will have children. Three sons. You will teach them what you know, and you will tell them you love them every day. They will grow into handsome boys, blessed with courage, and kindness, and ambition. You will share your feelings of pride with your therapist. He will archive them.

Angel: One day, an historic storm will sweep through your village and destroy your home. You will be carried away by a great flood. You and your family will be separated. And you will be deposited in a strange country. You will look for your family for days, then weeks, then months, so many months that you will come to lose count, but you will not find them. You will try to find work to support your continuing search, but no one will speak your language. You will be treated like a criminal.

Angel: Eventually, you will come upon a village wracked by an inexplicable plague. As you pass through, a man, deranged by tragedy, will identify you as the beast who burned down his home and replaced his children’s feet with their hands. You will try to argue your innocence, but this will only make you sound more guilty. You will wonder yourself whether you are guilty.

Angel: You will flee. Mad with vengeance, they will send an attack dog to pursue you. It will tear through the world to find you. You won’t know this, but you will sense it. And you will keep a detailed record of these impressions in a log. And over time, this log will become many logs.

Angel: Your adventures will continue for years and years. You will learn to distinguish birds by their call, and you will know every tree, and plant by its name. Abandoning all comforts, you will condition your mind to new ways of seeing.

Angel: You will experience great highs and profound lows, and you will look for your family until your life shrinks and fades into the dream of a ghost. You will come to wonder if they ever existed. Finally, when you are old and frail, you will collapse in exhaustion.

Angel: Oh, sweetheart. Why are you crying?
Beau Wassermann: Because I’ve searched for my family all my life, to the end of my life, and I’m still alone.
Angel: You should not be crying for your misfortunes, for your own sins. You also have been searched for, but you’re so lost in your own selfishness that no one could ever find you.

Beau Wassermann: I’ve been a coward. My whole life.

Angel: You will confess everything. After which, you will find the earth replaced by good water. Sleep will come untroubled. To the sound of distant trumpets, you will awake, as if by a miracle, at the foot of your glittering village. No one will recognize you, but the smell of the air, and the sounds of the insects, and the way the evening light slashes itself across the chimney of a neighbor’s old house, will unloose in you a torrent of vivid memories.

Angel: Over the last forty years, his memory had faltered to the extent that he couldn’t remember his own mother’s face, but just by breathing in the air, he was seized by the absolute certainty that this was his village. Nobody remembered him, and even though all of his neighbors had been replaced by younger generations, he recognized everything, and somehow he too felt recognized.

Angel: His home had waited for him, just as loyally as he had searched for it. Even the sight of the evening sun, casting slashes of amber light across a familiar chimney, sent him reeling into a flood of memories.

Angel: Not long after sitting in, he saw that the details of the plot were impossibly similar to those of his own life, and there were three young men on the stage who looked remarkably like himself.
Beau Wassermann: This is me!
Angel: And he rose up, at once exhilarated and terrified that it might not be true, and he announced…
Beau Wassermann: This is my story!
Angel: And the three young men immediately recognized the man as their father.

Young Mona: He died on our wedding night. The same night you were conceived. He died the very instant you were conceived.
Boy Beau: How?
Young Mona: By finishing. Into me.

Young Mona: I wanted a normal life. I wanted a child. He died on top of me. Inside.

Young Mona: [to Beau] I think about it, I want to rip my ears off. But then, that same trauma, which changed me so utterly, also resulted in the greatest gift of my life. I am so sorry for what your daddy passed down to you. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.

Beau’s Son #1: Can that really happen?
Beau Wassermann: Yes. It’s why I never with anyone.
Beau’s Son #2: Dad. You’ve never been with anyone?
Beau’s Son #3: Then how did you have us?

Strange Man: How did you come here?
Beau Wassermann: I was chased.
Strange Man: Your father is alive.
Beau Wassermann: What?

Rabbi: And Mona, who was a devoted mother to her sole surviving son, Beau, whom she loved so deeply, and who has elected not to be present with us today. Mona loved Beau with a love that could move mountains. In fact, I suggest when we leave, we check on the mountains to make sure they’re okay.

Beau Wassermann: I can’t believe it’s you.
Elaine Bray: Do I look different? You recognized me. I’m old now.
Beau Wassermann: You’re the same.
Elaine Bray: No, I’m not.
Beau Wassermann: You are.
Elaine Bray: Well, you’re the same too. Except for your body and your face.

Elaine Bray: My breath’s like pure wine.

Beau Wassermann: I waited for you.
Elaine Bray: What do you mean? Why?
Beau Wassermann: You told me to. I even have it in writing.
Elaine Bray: I wanted you to.

Elaine Bray: [to Beau] I like that you’re not all macho.

Beau Wassermann: It’s been really kind of a while.
Elaine Bray: Well, it hasn’t affected your virility.
Beau Wassermann: What?
Elaine Bray: You’re crazy hard.
Beau Wassermann: Really?

Beau Wassermann: [after he and Elaine have sex] I really thought I was going to die. My whole life.

Mona Wassermann: [to Beau] You don’t look especially overjoyed to see me, honey. I was dead just a minute ago. This is a miracle.

Beau Wassermann: [referring to Elaine] She worked for you?
Mona Wassermann: I sincerely doubt that, sweetheart. But if you’re right, you can let her know she’s fired.

Mona Wassermann: [to Beau] Actually, you’re in my house, sweetheart. And my house is your house, which it always will be. But if you know where you are, then you must also know where you just were. And where you just did what you just did, which I saw every second of.

Mona Wassermann: You didn’t just wake up suddenly and you were there. You didn’t just get dropped in, out of the blue, to your surprise, your deceased mother’s room, only days after what you believed was her death! You didn’t just get deposited there by accident!

Beau Wassermann: I knew you weren’t dead.
Mona Wassermann: I saw with my own eyes exactly what you knew, and what you didn’t know. You saw my body.
Beau Wassermann: I saw the birthmark, Mom. I know those were Martha’s hands.

Mona Wassermann: Now I know.
Beau Wassermann: What do you know?
Mona Wassermann: Everything.
Beau Wassermann: You don’t know anything.

Mona Wassermann: You think a mother can even help but see through her son’s blatant lies, and falsehoods, and endless schemes?

Mona Wassermann: Do you think I hear the absurd story of you missing your flight and that I don’t absolutely know, that I have any hint of a doubt, that you never, from the very start, intended to make that flight? The true surprise, the shock, would have been you actually coming! Now, that would have spun my head like a top! I wouldn’t have known what to do! I’d have thrown myself flopping on the floor, begging God’s forgiveness for ever having doubted you, but still I would have been struck stupid with disbelief!

Mona Wassermann: You’ve always acted like some dutiful, doting little boy, as if it’s throwing me off some scent. None of it’s ever been real. You spent your whole life going around, asking every half-wit you could find, “If I do this, can I avoid this, or will that happen?” As if you were born without the mechanism to choose. You let it all resolve itself in the absence of you! You make everyone do it for you! You think that makes you innocent?

Mona Wassermann: My own mother wouldn’t even touch me. Not if it was simply to stamp me out if I was on fire. I wasn’t worthy of her love. I hadn’t earned it. And I never earned it. No matter what I did, no matter how much of my deepest real self I denied and buried, and smothered until it was dead. None of it mattered.

Mona Wassermann: When I had you, I promised, “I will never do that to him. I will give him all the love I have.” You know what I tell people when they ask me how my son is doing? I say, “Your guess is as good as mine.” How I wish that were true.

Therapist: [as they listen to Beau’s therapy sessions] So the love was conditional?
Beau Wassermann: Yes.
Therapist: Ah. This is very good for you, Beau.
Mona Wassermann: Over three hundred sessions, and that was about as flattering to me as they get.

Beau Wassermann: Why did you lie to me?
Mona Wassermann: Do you want the truth now?
Beau Wassermann: Yes!

Mona Wassermann: Some things are for your protection, Beau, and I want you to remember that I kept this from you!

Beau Wassermann: Oh, this is exactly like my dream!
Mona Wassermann: Don’t you get it, you stupid idiot? That wasn’t a dream, that was a memory!

Mona Wassermann: [referring to the giant phallus shaped monster] I didn’t want you to know. Do you see now why I lied? Beau. Beau! That was your father.

Mona Wassermann: Do you have any idea what I had to go through to bring you into this world?

Mona Wassermann: You cry now? You need a mother now? Ever since you clawed your way out of me, I’ve had to dig down deep to my very bottom and squeeze the love out of myself, but still I gave it to you. I’ve given you my whole f***ing life! Which you took, and you took, and you took. And I squeezed myself empty! I gave you everything! And what do I get back? What do I have? Insults. And empty promises.

Mona Wassermann: I’ve been ground down to nothing by love, and panic, and worry. Is my baby hungry? Is he healthy? Is he scared enough? Of the world? And the fruit of all this anguish? Is grief! And hatred!

Dr. Cohen: [referring to Beau] The subject has thoughts every day around relieving the suffering of those less fortunate! By all indications, he has a healthy, functioning conscience! He just chose to ignore it!

Dr. Cohen: [referring to Beau] Even his supposed acts of thoughtfulness are emblematic of a greater hypocrisy.

Beau Wassermann: Somebody help me, please! Help! Help! Help me, please! Help! Please! Please! I don’t want to die!