The Masochism Tango/Quotes

"The more you ruv someone, the more you want to kill them..."

—Christmas Eve, Avenue Q

"I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,

As we dance to the masochism tango."

—Tom Lehrer, The Masochism Tango

Martha: I looked at you tonight and you weren't there... And I'm gonna howl it out, and I'm not gonna give a damn what I do and I'm gonna make the biggest god-damn explosion you've ever heard.
George: Try and I'll beat you at your own game.
Martha: Is that a threat George, huh?
George: It's a threat, Martha.
Martha: You're gonna get it, baby.
George: Be careful Martha. I'll rip you to pieces.
Martha: You're not man enough. You haven't the guts.
George: Total war.

Martha: Total.

—Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (although you could pick almost any conversation between the two at random to represent this trope...)

I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die

I hope we both die...

—The Mountain Goats, No Children

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.

nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.^[1]

—Catullus

Ossip Parkis: My parents stayed together forty years, but that was out of spite.

—Woody Allen, The Lunatic's Tale

Mark: Feel like going insane?
Got a fire in your brain?
And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?
Joanne: As a matter of fact --
Mark: Honey, I know this act
It's called the "Tango Maureen"
The Tango Maureen
It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round
As she keeps you dangling
Joanne: You're wrong.
Mark: Your heart she is mangling
Joanne: It's different with me.
Mark: And you toss and you turn
'Cause her cold eyes can burn
Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound
Joanne: I think I know what you mean.

Both: The Tango Maureen

—Rent, Tango: Maureen

You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothin' to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face, spewin' venom in your words when you spit 'em
You push, pull each other's hair, claw, scratch, bit 'em

Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in those moments when you're in 'em

—Eminem, Love the Way You Lie

I Want My Beloved To Feel Crappy.

—The original laconic version

"When you shot me at point blank range, I knew you loved me."

—Ryan Harrison, Wrongfully Accused

And anybody in this room will testify to this shit: if you haven't contemplated murder, you ain't been in love. If you haven't seriously thought about killing a motherfucker, you ain't been in love. (30 seconds of ranting later) ... and the only thing that kept you from killing this motherfucker was an episode of CSI. 'Oh man, they thorough! I better make up, they might catch my ass!'

1. ↑ "I hate and I love. Wherefore I do this, perhaps you ask. I do not know, but I feel it being done and I am tormented.".