It's time to vote for the best quotes from The Lighthouse. This is the new film from director Robert Eggers, whose The Witch was an arthouse horror hit back in 2015. Categorizing this one isn't easy. In some ways, it's a comedy, as evidenced by the darkly funny lines spoken by the characters. There's also a horror element to it, in addition to a lot of dramatic elements. The inability to fit it easily into any one box is likely a big part of why it's earning rave reviews from critics.
Willem Dafoe plays Thomas Wake and Robert Pattinson is Ephraim Winslow. They're the keepers of a lighthouse on a remote island in 1890s New England. The men have an adventure best described as hallucinatory, and the audience gets to go on the ride with them. Eggers does a lot of stylistic things to convey that. The Lighthouse was filmed in black-and-white, and in a square aspect ratio that gives it a claustrophobic feel. The performances are heightened, as well, which allows Dafoe and Pattinson to experiment and play around with their characters. All of it adds up to a cinematic experience unlike anything else viewers have had in recent years.
Vote up the most memorable The Lighthouse quotes from the list below.
Thomas Wake: Yer fond of me lobster aint' ye? I seen it - yer fond of me lobster! Say it! Say it. Say it!
Ephraim Winslow: I don't have to say nothin'.
Thomas Wake: Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK!
Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!
Ephraim Winslow: Alright, have it your way. I like your cookin'.
