Let's Be 'Notes On A Scandal' -

I'm the plucked hair.

I'm the jailbait.

I'll be a gold star day!

I'll be the spittle flying out of Bill Nighy's mouth as he yells, "WELL FIND OUT!"

I'll also be Philip Glass' perfectly melodramatic score:

I'm "Miss" - said in an Irish accent.

I'm the dead cat, as in, "Someone has died!"

I'm the specter at the feast.

I'm the snobby gay guy who fell asleep watching this snorefest for fraus.

I'm lasagna, which tends to disagree with Barbara's bowels.

I'm the fucking Dordogne.

I'm the word 'Fey'.

I'll be the park bench, from whence Barbara springs her lesbian trap!

I'm R12 and I exist - not just some movie prop.

sorry, I meant I'm R13, not R12

I'm beautiful now, ain't I?

I'm Barbara's old pussy.

I'm the train tracks, conveniently located for a sordid quickie.

I'm the poor, poor pussy whose untimely death is preventing Sheba and her family from getting to Ben's show at the school.

I'm that piece of toilet paper.

I'm the so-called lesbian "subtext" referred to by many reviewers. I am, in fact, as overt and "maintext" as can be.

Gross @ R20.

I'm the hundreds of DVDs of this film which ended up in Blockbuster and Walmart bargain bins. They were everywhere!!

I am the wine in the box but I don't know if that was in the movie or just in the book.

I'm the Shepherdess Cafe on Old Street in North London.

I still exist.

Shepherdess Cafe grub >>

I'm my favorite scene: "You're not young!".

I say this to help you!

I'm Bar's bad perm.

I'm the Oscar Judi Dench should have won for that scene at R27 alone.

I'm the fat co worker that pregnant. Fucking Barb spoiled my big announcement.

I'm the ugly daughter that's not nearly as attractive as her mum

I'm a merry flag on the arctic wilderness of Barbara's calendar.

I'm Sheba's cell phone and I'm also her hot, sweet cunt that Steven has been dreaming about all morning.

I'm the hat worn by the naked jailbait.

I'm the jail term that will just "fly by."

I'm the unspoken answer to, "Do you want to 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 me, Barbara?!"

I'm the affected-hippie dancing after lunch.

I'm Bar's dreary London flat. I'm a shithole. How I wish I were Bash's lovely house with a backyard and a studio for Bash to do her artwork in.

I'm the remaining scenery after shooting wrapped. I don't exist.

I'm Virginia Friggin' Woolf!

I'm the Down syndrome child. I'm supposed to somehow negate Bash's bad judgement

I'm NOT young!

I'm the bit of foam on the upper lip that Barb points out with a chuckle.

R40 <3

[quote] How I wish I were Bash's lovely house with a backyard and a studio for Bash to do her artwork in.

I'm the lovely dish Bash made that she gave to Bar.

I'm the pointless, bitchy DLer who likes to bump old "Let's be..." threads when a new one starts to get attention.

[quote]I'm the bit of foam on the upper lip that Barb points out with a chuckle.—I've watched this movie too many times

We should have a (London) DL meet-up in the Shepherdess Cafe.

I'm the "Mind The Gap" reference that Bash makes that Bar doesn't initially get, in the artist's studio at the end of the garden, that first day, when they started to become besties.

R46 Was that in a deleted scene?

I'm the hairdresser Bar went to to tart herself up for the casual lunch at Bash's house.

I'm this creepy shit:

I'm the suppressed heterosexuality of Barb.

Im the phrase 'being friends is not enough' said by Barb to Sheba at the end of the Movie

I'm the word 'town' (meaning Central London) the place Bar pretends she's going to after lunch when the kid asks her why she's all dressed up.

I'm the wreath that Barbara sent to Jennifer Dodd's fiance'.

I'm the "gold star".

I'm the HILARIOUSLY snobby observations Bash makes about the boy's house when she goes there to fuck him one afternoon, (while his parents are away).

I'm ME and I can't wait to watch it AGAIN!

I'm a one-page report in a plastic sleeve.

"Let's not, shall we?"

I'm Bar's teaching career which is "beyond reproach"

I'm a butcher, sexier actor they should have cast as 'the boy'.

Spill it r57, what does the book say?

I'm the appointment...later...in town, that Barbara is all "poshed up" for. I don't actually exist.

The book is more fun than the movie

[quote]I'm a butcher, sexier actor they should have cast as 'the boy'.

Nah, I loved who they got for the kid.

I'm the next MILF who rapes the innocent tot!

I'm the bizarre choice of casting daughter.

I'm the non existent fat.

Really, R65. All the quotes that people enjoy are not in the book, they're from the film.

I'm the vomit that Barbara violently pukes up when confronted with the Dodd restraining order.

I'm the DLer who simply HAS to dig out the DVD of this and rewatch!

[quote]Really, [R65]. All the quotes that people enjoy are not in the book, they're from the film.

Maybe because more people have seen the film and more than once.

I am the pruny lips suckling on Sheba's breasts.

Was this line in the book? It might possibly be my favorite line in a movie ever.

[quote] You're barking, fucking mad! You don't know how to love. You have never, your whole life! Me, Jennifer Dodd...you're nothing but waste and disappointment! You bitter old virgin! You're lonely for a reason...they LOATHED you at school, all of them. I was the idiot who bothered, but only because no one told me you're a fucking VAMPIRE! So what is it, Bar? You want to roll around the floor like lovers? You want to fuck me, Barbara?

[quote]Really, [[R65]]. All the quotes that people enjoy are not in the book, they're from the film.

[quote]Maybe because more people have seen the film and more than once.

None of the quoted lines are in the book. They are few quotable lines of this type in the book, IMO.

That's not in the book, R75.

I am the window slats that Barbara looks through and realizes her lesbian crush is giving jailbait a blowjob.

I'm wondering why the stupid British don't make more films like this.

[quote]The film grossed $49,752,391 worldwide,[8] against a budget of $15 million

No wonder there's no British film industry.

I'm Barbara's chronically untouched body.

I'm that wispy young thing in the last scene, on the bench- her next victim.

I'm the slaps Sheba gets from jailbait's mom.

[quote]I'm that wispy young thing in the last scene, on the bench- her next victim.

I'm the opera at The Albert Hall they attend together.

I'm the 'tramp coat' Bash wears which say she's 'one of us'.

I'm also the fake frost on their car which is supposed to denote Christmas.

No, R70, the book was much funnier. I found the movie was more dumbed-down and cartoonish.

I thought DLers would like the book.

I'm Bill Nighy. Do you remember I was in it?

I'm the four week 'fuck-fest'.

I'm the embarrassing self-conscious dance they do after the lasagna lunch.

I am Cate Blanchett and I can't act!

But I am so luminescent!

I'm the line, " you think this is a love affair? A relationship? " I am surrounded by other more devilishly clever lines, but I serve my purpose to dispel the one delusion at the core of that vampire Barbara's madness.

[quote]I'm the four week 'fuck-fest'.

I'm OP and I sure am glad I started this thread. It's hilarious - much like the film.

Thanks for bumping it.

You're not young

I'm also the laundrette, the visit to which Barb's whole weekend is based around.

R92 How dare you?

I'm R95 - who hasn't seemed to have read the whole thread.

See R27.

I'm Barb's very good condition 1980s VW Golf.

But there isn't a photo, so I'll link this >

I love the thought of so many Americans watching and 'getting' this. It's SO English.

I'm the dry white wine Barbara has at Shebas pad.

I'm the boring DVD extras which just seems to consist of the actors saying how great actors the other actors are.

I'm Bill Nighy's really awful shouty acting.

I'm Sheba's mother, bitching about Sheba, on Christmas Day, in Sheba's house, to Sheba's friends.

I'm Barbara's look of panic when Sheba casually invites her for Sunday lunch.

I love this movie because it's the kind of overblown melodrama that was popultra in the 50s and 60s. Rarely are dramas allowed to be this fruity now.

[quote]I'm the embarrassing self-conscious dance they do after the lasagna lunch.

Yes, it's ghastly.

I hate Cate Blanchetts acting in this...she and Bill Nighy are totally hammy. Why is she considered so great. Judi Dench is far superior to her in every scene.

[quote]I love this movie because it's the kind of overblown melodrama that was popultra in the 50s and 60s

I'm The Pumpkin Eater.

The gays of 1964 would have been all over me. Of that I'm certain.

[quote]I hate Cate Blanchetts acting in this...she and Bill Nighy are totally hammy.

No. They're both great.

R110. Not in this movie they aren't.

I'm the jolt of arousal that goes straight to Barbara's crotch when a ticket collecter accidentally grazes her hand.

I'm the ticket collector.

Dear Patty Smyth

Please stop screeching to reach notes you're entirely capable of hitting.

I am Sheba's ruined mascara, wept down her face and dried now.

I'm Julia McKenzie, top-level West End musical theater star also popular on the telly. I have accepted a small role just to play opposite Judi Dench, with whom I previously appeared in a West End play.

I’m poor kitty Portia’s spewed vomit.

I am the unending clouds of cigarette smoke that swirl around Judi Drench’s face.

I’m that peculiar trait of the privileged - immediate, incautious intimacy.

I'm the creepy scene where Barbara wants to play a tickle game with Cate Blanchett's arm. Ewwww.

I’m the thorough ass kicking the boy’s mom gives the slutty teacher on the stairs… in her own home!

I’m the adolescent boy; there’s nothing crueler.

I'm the cynical teachers in the lounge already consigned to their dreary lives teaching future criminals!

I'm the sugar Barbara doesn't take in her tea because she's “sweet enough”.

I'm the two year prison sentence which will fly by, Barb will visit every week!

I'm R125 - I haven't bothered to read the whole thread.