The Bodyguard (1992)

Whitney Houston: Rachel Marron

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Quotes 

• Rachel : Will you grab that jacket for me? The red one, please?

  Frank : I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop.

• Rachel : [after Frank has killed the culprit and is lying on the stage bleeding]  It's not my blood! It's not me!

  [They get ready to restrain Frank] 

  Rachel : Wait! He's my Bodyguard! Get some help!

  [to Frank] 

  Rachel : Stay with me! Frank! Stay with me!

• Rachel : You afraid I might get picked off in my snazzy running suit?

  Frank : No, I'm afraid that I might have to jog with you.

• Rachel : So, can we get you anything?

  Frank : Yeah, orange juice.

  Rachel : Straight?

• Rachel : You know, Farmer, you're a self-righteous son of a bitch.

  Frank : [chuckles] 

  Rachel : And don't you laugh at me! Don't you dare judge me!

  Frank : Oh, give me a break, will ya? I didn't tell you to fuck everybody in the hotel!

• Rachel : Well, you don't look like a bodyguard.

  Frank : What'd you expect?

  Rachel : Well, I don't know, maybe a tough guy?

  Frank : This is my disguise.

• Rachel : [sees her son, Fletcher, getting into a boat]  You know, Fletcher can't swim very well.

  Herb Farmer : I guess he'd better stay in the boat, then.

• Rachel : What's going on, Frank?

  Frank : I want to keep it straight in my head what job I'm doing.

  Rachel : And what is that exactly? Making me feel like shit?

• Rachel : And you're ready to die for me?

  Frank : It's the job.

  Rachel : And you'd do it? Why?

  Frank : I can't sing.

• Rachel : But I can't go out on a date because you have to be with me every minute. I mean, what if he wants to invite me up to his place afterwards? Are you gonna come too?

• [as Rachel heads towards the waiting paparazzi] 

  Frank : Is this really necessary?

  Rachel : Quit bitchin', Farmer, this is the part you *do* get paid for!

• Devaney : [In the limo]  We'll go straight back to the green room, right Frank? You got that, Tony?

  Frank : Tony knows what he is doing.

  Rachel : You know, I wish you guys would relax a little bit. Nothing bad's gonna happen out there. Alright?

  [Sits back] 

  Rachel : Unless I lose the fuckin' award.

  [She laughs and Sy gives her a glare] 

  Rachel : Jesus, what a group!

  [Puts on lipstick] 

  Rachel : Screw it. I'm tired of worrying about it. When your time is up? It's up.Right, Frank?

• Frank : Aw, Christ, I told you why! I - I can't protect you like this.

  Rachel : So that's it for me? That's it?

  Frank : Yeah.

  Rachel : Well, I don't believe it!

  Frank : Well, you can live with it, or you can fire me.

  Rachel : But I can't fuck you.

• Rachel : [Skip is nervously prompting Rachel to return to her seat before her award category is presented]  I'm moving as fast as I can, Skip, why don't you go twitch somewhere else?

• Rachel : I don't trust discipline. I know, at that crucial moment, I'd cop out.

• Rachel : And I want to be able to eat brunch with my friends.

  Frank : So go on Tuesdays.

  Sy Spector : Tuesday morning brunch? Where'd you get this guy, Bill?

• Rachel : [to Frank]  What are you looking at? You've probably never had a heavy night in your whole damn disciplined life.

• Rachel : *while being comforted by Frank* Do you want to know why I behave this way?