Interview (I) (2007)
Steve Buscemi: Pierre Peders
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Quotes
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Katya : Do you like fishnet stockings, Pierre? Wait. Let me rephrase. Why do you think it is that men like fishnet stockings so much?
Pierre Peders : They look good on women.
Katya : Fishnet stockings are a net, and the woman is imprisoned in this net like a fish. Do you get it?
Pierre Peders : Yeah, and what about high heels?
Katya : Well, high heels make walking very, very difficult. So you see, nothing would be more attractive to a man than a woman wearing fishnet stockings and high heels because she has trouble walking and she's imprisoned within this net and therefore he thinks she's easy prey. I know everything.
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Katya : [answering his question] What makes a man attractive? A scar.
Pierre Peders : Why?
Katya : Because... most women have one too.
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Katya : [angry] It's been very nice wasting time with you, Peter Peders.
[she leaves restaurant table]
Pierre Peders : [louder, so she could still hear him] You, too, Cunt-ya.
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Katya : Do you realize how many men would kill to be standing as close as you are now?
Pierre Peders : [takes out the recorder] How many?
Katya : Most.
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Pierre Peders : I don't fuck celebrities.
Katya : Well, I don't fuck nobodies.
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Pierre Peders : [she's laughing uncontrollably] What the hell is wrong with you? You on drugs or something?
Katya : You have to feel sorry for me. I mean, I probably have silicone for brains.
Pierre Peders : Yeah.
Katya : You know that bastard of a surgeon must have transferred some in there from my tits.
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Pierre Peders : Do you want to be taken seriously as an actress? Is that why you had your breasts reduced?
Katya : You miss my tits, is that it?
Pierre Peders : Well, don't you?
Katya : They weren't even mine to begin with.
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Pierre Peders : [to Katya] You are beautiful.
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[first lines]
Pierre Peders : [talking to his catatonic brother] I'm not just saying this 'cause you're my brother. Or even DC. I'm telling you, Robert, these cowboys are going down. But do I get to cover Washington? No.
Pierre Peders : I have the unique privilege of interviewing Katya. Do you know who she is? I mean she's more famous for who she sleeps with than anything else. And for her fluctuating tit size. She's a real maverick, this one. She's had them reduced. Too bad for me, huh? Now I've got nothing to look forward to.
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Pierre Peders : [up in starlet's loft] This is some place you got here.
Katya : The luxury of success.
Pierre Peders : Well, when you move out, they can always make it an airport.
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Pierre Peders : Ah, right. So... were you always interested in acting?
Katya : [looks at him blankly, then lets her forehead crash down upon the table] God! Pierre, Pierre, Pierre! If I were a politician, would you ask me such uninteresting questions? Am I that boring to you?
Pierre Peders : Okay. Why do you choose only *the* most commercial crap that's out there?
[Katya draws from her cigarette]
Pierre Peders : Do you enjoy appearing in... B-movies and... horror films?
[as she snubs out her cigarette:]
Pierre Peders : Do you think you're any good in them?
Katya : [defensively] I like my movies.
[nods]
Katya : You know, I may not be a great actress, but I will be one day. And, yes! I enjoy entertaining millions upon millions of people. How large is your readership?
Pierre Peders : Oh, you know, I have dozens of readers. And I doubt that *any* of them were entertained by your performance in... uh... what was it?
[remembers:]
Pierre Peders : Life Of The Party.
[as she picks up her glass:]
Pierre Peders : Now that was scary. But it was supposed to be a comedy, right?
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Pierre Peders : [as she rests her head on his lap, he sighs] You know, I don't find you funny at all, Miss Katya. Why don't you try becoming a person first? Instead of a... rich, spoiled brat. Who knows how to turn on the charm. That's not the same as having talent, which I don't see you having much of. I'll tell you what you are good at, though. You're good at *lying.* But you lie mostly to yourself.
[Katya appears to be asleep]
Pierre Peders : Hey! You awake?
Katya : Hanging on every word, Pop.