The Rum Diary
Tired of the noise and madness of New York, journalist Paul Kemp moves to Puerto Rico to write for a local newspaper. Adopting the rum-soaked life of the island, Kemp becomes obsessed with the fiancee of Sanderson, a businessman involved in shady property development deals. When he is recruited by Sanderson… More »
Tired of the noise and madness of New York, journalist Paul Kemp moves to Puerto Rico to write for a local newspaper. Adopting the rum-soaked life of the island, Kemp becomes obsessed with the fiancee of Sanderson, a businessman involved in shady property development deals. When he is recruited by Sanderson to write favorably about his latest unsavory scheme, Kemp is presented with the choice to use his words for the corrupt businessman's financial benefit, or use them to take him down.« Less
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Lotterman: "Why don't you shove it, Moberg! You are a waste of human sperm." Moberg: "Die a prolonged and relentlessly agonizing death!!"
Lotterman: "You're not a foreign corespondent in some far flung foreign land. This is America." Kemp: "This is Puerto Rico." Lotterman: "This is America! You think some plumber from Normal Illinois saves up for twenty five years to come here on a cruise ship to read about bad times on the sugar plantation? They don't give a f**k! The average guy don't rock the boat 'cause he wants to climb aboard it! And our readership, is vividly average. ...They don't care who the losers are! ...They wanna know who won. Who won the bowls, who won the races, who won the pot at the slot machines... Look at me Kemp. You're not sleeping -- you're wide awake. And this is The American Dream..."
Sala (to Kemp): "You're high, you fool! Drink some rum!"
Sala: "Whatsamatta? What are you smiling at?" Kemp: "I'm not smiling. I'm maintaining a casual face."
Sala (to Kemp): "Do not confuse love with lust, nor drunkenness with judgment."
Lotterman: "And what exactly brings you into the building?" Moberg: "Don't hazel me, I got the x-rays back. I got less than a week to live." Lotterman: "Hazel you? What are ya talking about, you Swedish twerp? Y'know, it may have crossed, what's left of your mind, that I have a newspaper to run here. That we have something called "news" going on out there, but as far as you're concerned, I might as well look out of the f**kin' window! What are you doing here? This is a newspaper, there's nothing here for you." Moberg: "Two of the best scoops you ever had came out of my brain, and you better moderate your language, or I'll go elsewhere." Lotterman: "Elsewhere where? You couldn't get work as a fly repellent. You're worthless, Moberg. The last onion in the jar."
Lotterman (to Kemp, about Moberg): "I don't want that animal in this building again. He is hygienically unacceptable. Did you see the side of his nose? Blackheads like braille. They should have him put down."
Kemp (interviewing): "What would you say you like most about Puerto Rico?" Tourist (husband): "The bowling alleys, and the casinos. Of course, she likes the 'duty-free'." Tourist (wife): "Well, the more you spend, the more you save!" Kemp: "Have you seen a lot of the island?" Husband: "Oh, we don't leave the hotel." Wife: "It isn't safe." Kemp: "But you're having fun." Husband: "Oh yeah! A lotta, lotta fun!"