Quotes from the movie Challengers by Luca Guadagnino (2024) with Mike Faist, Josh O’Connor and Zendaya.
He has one big weapon, and he wants to use it against you, so take it away from him.
Decimate that little bitch.
Get your fucking confidence back.
I can’t do that for you.
I would’ve killed to have a recovery like yours.
I literally would fucking stab someone.
A child, an old lady, like…
We can stay here. We can just be rich people.
That’s all you think you can handle.
We can travel.
We can do the foundation full-time.
Or you keep being a tennis player.
Which is what you are. Still.
He doesn’t look like an athlete, he looks like a hobo.
Very tall, very handsome hobo.
Look at that fucking backhand.
She’s gonna turn her whole family into millionaires.
She’ll have a fashion line, a nutritional supplement, a foundation.
The Tashi Duncan Center for Girls. Taking at-risk youth off the streets and onto the courts.
I’d let her fuck me with a racket.
– It wasn’t even, like, tennis. It was an entirely different game. I felt bad for Anna.
– Oh, uh, don’t. She’s a sore loser And a racist bitch. She’ll be okay.
I don’t want my only skill in life to be hitting a ball with a racket.
You’re making us wait for you.
The 18-year-old tennis phenomenon who cares about her education.
Hitting a ball with a racket is a great way to avoid having a job.
– Hitting a ball with a racket is a great way to avoid having a job.
– Well, that’s also your problem. ‘Cause you think that tennis is about expressing yourself, doing your thing. That’s why you still have that serve.
– It works.
– Yeah, but you’re not a tennis player. You don’t know what tennis is.
– What is it?
– It’s a relationship.
– Is that what you and Anna Mueller had today?
– It is, actually. For about 15 seconds there, we were actually playing tennis,
and we understood each other completely. So did everyone watching. It was like we were in love. Or like we didn’t exist. We went somewhere
really beautiful together.
– You screamed. When you hit the winner. Never heard anything like it before.
You both want my number?
– You made it sound like we wanted to fuck her in here.
– We do want to fuck her in here.
Aren’t you everybody’s type?
I will be watching your match tomorrow.
Whoever wins can have my number.
You can beat him, you know that.
I want to watch some good fucking tennis.
If the two of you slept together, do a normal serve.
– He’s not in love with you.
– What makes you think I want someone to be in love with me?
– Who wouldn’t be in love with you?
– Think you might be the worst friend in the world.
– It’s what’s been missing from your tennis.
– What?
– It’s nice to see you lit up about something. Even if that something is my girlfriend.
You always think you’ve won before the match is over.
– Are we talking about tennis?
– We’re always talking about tennis.
Honestly, what do you think you need from me?
A cheerleader? A girlfriend? A fuck buddy?
Like, there’s plenty of girls out here that would love to be your girlfriend, okay? You’re charming. You’re talented, you got a big dick. Just go be with one of them.
– Is this like, a new strategy you’re using to pump yourself up before the match?
– Have a little fight to get the energy going?
– You’re not a member of my fan club?
– I’m your peer. I’m not your fucking groupie. And I’m definitely not your student.
Just a slip and then she landed on it the wrong way. That’s all it takes.
Hey, Art! This lady wants your autograph.
Code violation. Unsportsmanlike conduct.
– So you want me to join your team because you feel guilty?
– No. I want you to join my team because I want to win.
– You never really said if you’re still in love with me or not.
– Who wouldn’t be?
I really wanna kiss you right now. But I’m afraid if I try, you’ll think I’m the worst friend in the world.
Even if he wins the Open, completes his career Grand Slam, Art’s still gonna retire as someone who’s just really, really good. That’s what you guys will have done together.
But imagine if you could turn Patrick Zweig into a guy who wins a Slam.
You want my best piece of advice?
– Do you want me to coach you?
– Yeah.
– Okay, quit. Quit right now. Right the fuck now, quit.
Go be like any other spoiled kid who has ever amounted to nothing in their fucking life, and stop this performance of being a down-on-your-luck professional.
– Is that what you and Art are doing? Living the dream?
– That is exactly what the fuck we’re doing.
– Then how come you hate him?
You can feel him giving up already even though you know he’s not going to retire until you let him.
– Who is he to you if he’s not playing tennis?
– So that’s what you think he is to me? A racket and a dick.
Can you do me a favor? Can you not, like, demolish me tomorrow?
I always tried to figure out what happened to you, but, you know, the more I’ve thought about it, the more I realize… It’s what didn’t happen. You never grew up.
You still think you can talk to me like you’re my peer, because we came from the same place. But it’s not about where you come from in tennis, Patrick. It’s about winning. And I do. A lot.
This is a game about winning the points that matter.
– I don’t matter?
– Not even to the most obsessive tennis fan in the entire world.
Tell me it doesn’t matter if I win tomorrow.
How are you gonna look at me if I still can’t beat Patrick Zweig?
If you don’t win tomorrow, I’ll leave you. I’m serious. Does that help you?
– Hey, you know what the most frustrating part of this is?
– What?
– You know what really drives me crazy? You did come here to fuck me,
but you’re so full of shit that you won’t even admit that to yourself.
– If it’s the only way to get you to throw the fucking match, then sure.
– You like precisely one thing about me and it’s that I’m such a piece of shit that I could actually see you for what you are.
– And what is that?
– In reality? A really, really insanely hot woman.
Come on!