Meet Joe Black Quotes

Young Man in Coffee Shop: You know I was thinking, I don't want you to be my doctor. I don't want you to examine me.
Susan Parrish: Why?
Young Man in Coffee Shop: Because I like you so much.
Susan Parrish: And I- I don't want to examine you.
Young Man in Coffee Shop: You don't? Why not?

Susan Parrish: Because I like you so much.

Voice: Yes.
William Parrish: Yes what?
Voice: 'Yes' is the answer to your question.
William Parrish: What question?
Voice: Oh, Bill. Come on. The question. The question you've been asking yourself with increased regularity, at odd moments, panting through the extra game of handball,

when you ran for the plane in Delhi, when you sat up in bed last night and hit the floor in the office this morning. The question that is in the back of your throat, choking the blood to your brain, ringing in your ears over and over as you put it to yourself.
William Parrish: The question.
Voice: Yes, Bill. The question.
William

Parrish: ...Am I going to die?
Joe Black: [appearing from the shadows] Yes.

Joe Black: You're the poison, Drew. You've operated behind the scenes to suborn the trust of a man who has stamped you with his imprimatur of class, elegance and stature. I've had the opportunity to be a witness to every kind and degree of deception but Bill Parish has been on the receiving end of machinations so Machiavellian that it has rarely been my experience to encounter and

yet he has combated them himself stoically and selflessly without revealing my identity. Had he violated the vow of secrecy he took, his task would have been far easier, he could have turned defeat into victory. But he is too honorable a man to have done that. Because of me, he has lost his work, his company, his reputation, so now, given these losses, I'm compelled to end the need for secrecy.

Jamaican Woman: Mr. Bad News. 'Bout time you show up.
Joe Black: Don't be feisty, sister.
Jamaican Woman: I'm not feisty, mister. You come for me? That's good news.
Joe Black: No, I come to see the doctor.
Jamaican Woman: Doctor?
Joe Black: Mm-hmm.

Jamaican Woman: What could be wrong with you?
Joe Black: Nothin'.
Jamaican Woman: Ohh. You come to see doctor lady?
Joe Black: Yeah, man.
Jamaican Woman: My doctor lady?
Joe Black: Mine too, you know.
Jamaican Woman: You're in love?

Joe Black: [nods]
Jamaican Woman: You're loved back?
Joe Black: [nods]
Jamaican Woman: She know your real self?
Joe Black: She know how she feel.
Jamaican Woman: Backside! What the hell kind of business this is?
Joe Black: Don't need you

okayin'.
Jamaican Woman: Schoolboy things in your head. Badness for you. Badness for her. Badness for me, lyin' here, tumor big as a breadfruit, poisonin' me inside, and waitin'.
Joe Black: Bring you flowers, and all I's gettin' is aggravation.
Jamaican Woman: The only flowers I want to see... is the ones over my peaceful self

resting in the dirt.
Joe Black: Can't do no right by people. Come to take you, you want to stay. Leave you stay, you want to go. Rahtid.

William Parrish: [entering in his library] Hello? Is anyone here?
[louder]
William Parrish: I said is anyone here?
Voice: Quiet down!
William Parrish: Where are you?
Voice: I'm here.
William Parrish: What is this a joke, right? Some kind of elaborate

practical joke? Heh, at my fortieth reunion we delivered a casket to the class president's hotel room and uh...
Voice: QUIET!
[Parrish backing out of library]
Voice: Where are you going, Bill?
William Parrish: I, uh...
Voice: The great Bill Parrish at a loss of words? The man from whose lips fall

"rapture" and "passion" and "obsession"? All those admonitions about being "deliriously happy, that there is no sense in living your life without" all the sparks and energy you give off, the rosy advice you dispense in round, pear shaped tones.
William Parrish: What the hell is this?
[creaking, Joe Black appears in faded window]
William

Parrish: Who are you?
Voice: Just think of millenniums multiplied by eons compounded by time without end. I've been around that long. But it's only recently your affairs here have piqued my interest. Call it boredom. The natural curiosity of me the most lasting and significant element in existence has come to see you.
William Parrish: About

what?
Voice: I want to have a look around before I take you.
William Parrish: Take me where?
Voice: It requires competence, wisdom and experience, all those things they say about you in testimonials. And you're the one.
William Parrish: The one to do what?
Voice: Show me around,

be my guide. And in return you get...
William Parrish: I get what?
Voice: Time: minutes, days, weeks, let's not get encumbered by detail, what matters is that I stay interested.

Young Man in Coffee Shop: Listen, could I buy you a cup of coffee?
Susan Parrish: Um, I have some patients coming and so I should probably go.
Young Man in Coffee Shop: Yeah, I gotta get up to the apartment and get off to work. But I'd still like to have another cup of coffee. Would you let me do that?
Susan

Parrish: Well, yeah, um, okay.
Young Man in Coffee Shop: Deal.
[reaches over the counter for the coffee pot and pours coffee for her and himself]