Time After Time (1979)

Mary Steenburgen: Amy Robbins

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Quotes 

• H.G. Wells : The first man to raise a fist is the man who's run out of ideas.

  Amy Robbins : I love you.

• [as Wells and Amy are kissing on Amy's couch, she begins to remove pieces of his clothing - first taking off his glasses, then unfastening his collar] 

  H.G. Wells : Amy, I don't want to compromise you. Are you quite certain I'm not forcing you to...

  Amy Robbins : Forcing me? My God, Herbert, I'm practically raping you.

  H.G. Wells : [smiles]  Yeah, that's true.

• Amy Robbins : I like that suit. Is that what they're wearing in London?

  H.G. Wells : It was when I left.

• H.G. Wells : This is delicious, far superior to that Scottish place I breakfasted.

  Amy Robbins : Scottish?

  H.G. Wells : McDougall's

• H.G. Wells : Do you still insist that this is all poppycock?

  Amy Robbins : That's not exactly the word I had in mind.

• H.G. Wells : We could easily avoid this whole thing.

  Amy Robbins : You mean, give him the key?

  H.G. Wells : No. I mean... come back with me.

  Amy Robbins : Back?

  H.G. Wells , Amy Robbins : Yes. Back to 1893.

  Amy Robbins : I'm a twentieth century woman. I have a career and a mind of my own. Be reasonable. How am I gonna make it in 1893?

  H.G. Wells : Is your career so important? It's your life we're talking about!

  Amy Robbins : My work is my life. As much as yours or any other man's. Please don't start sounding like my husband. Wait a minute... What about forward?

  H.G. Wells : Forward? You mean the future. Yes, of course!

  [thinks a moment] 

  H.G. Wells : No... no. We're forgetting something... him. I can't just leave him here to do as he likes.

  Amy Robbins : So much for "your place or mine."

• H.G. Wells : Amy, wait, listen to me!

  Amy Robbins : I *have* listened, and a bigger crock of shit I've never heard!

• [Robbins and Wells are sitting together on her couch] 

  Amy Robbins : [matter-of-factly]  Herbert, if you don't take me into your arms this minute, I'm going to scream.

• [at the Chartered Bank of London, Wells approaches the desk of Amy Robbins, who runs foreign currency] 

  Amy Robbins : May I help you?

  H.G. Wells : I'd like to see the foreign currency officer.

  Amy Robbins : You're looking at him.

  H.G. Wells : You? Surely there must be a gentleman.

  Amy Robbins : Don't be a chauvinist. It's taken me three years to get here. Don't you believe in women's liberation?

  H.G. Wells : [to himself]  Women's liberation.

  [to Amy] 

  H.G. Wells : I'm sorry. I meant no disrespect. In fact, I was all for it, so I shouldn't complain.

  Amy Robbins : You *were* all for it? What changed your mind?

  H.G. Wells : [beat]  Nothing. I don't know whether you can help me.

  Amy Robbins : May I help you?

  H.G. Wells : I'm certainly willing for you to try. I'm looking for an Englishman who may have tried to exchange money.

  Amy Robbins : I'll say!

  H.G. Wells : Then he was here?

  Amy Robbins : Yesterday, big as life. With a money belt that was even bigger. Must've weighed a ton. A friend?

  H.G. Wells : We were traveling together and now I've lost him. His name was John Leslie Stevenson.

  Amy Robbins : That's him. I wanted him to open an account but he only cashed a few hundred dollars.

  H.G. Wells : You wouldn't happen to know what's become of him?

  Amy Robbins : He asked me to recommend a hotel.

  H.G. Wells : A hotel?

  Amy Robbins : I sent him to the Hyatt Regency.

  H.G. Wells : Hyatt Regency?

  Amy Robbins : Yeah.

  [she writes him the address on the back of her business card, then hands it to him] 

  H.G. Wells : Oh, thank you.

  Amy Robbins : You here on a visit? Tourist type thing? If you don't know anyone, let me show you around. We San Franciscans are pretty proud of this old town.

  H.G. Wells : Well... yes, perhaps that might be nice.

  Amy Robbins : It's your option. You've got the card. Give me a ring. My name's Amy.

  H.G. Wells : A ring?

  Amy Robbins : You know.

  [mimes dialing a telephone number] 

  H.G. Wells : Oh, yeah, yeah.

  [smiles, miming the same action despite not having a clue what it means] 

  Amy Robbins : My number's on the card.

  [Wells starts to leave] 

  Amy Robbins : What's your name?

  H.G. Wells : Herbert... Wells.