Jodie Foster backstage with the Cecil B. DeMille Award presented to her for her “outstanding contribution to the entertainment field” at the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards at the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, CA on Sunday, January 13, 2013.
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Jodie Foster’s Extraordinary Cecil B. deMille Speech



On Sunday, January 13, 2013, Jodie Foster, the recipient of the Cecil B. deMille Award of the 70th Golden Globe Awards, thanked the honor in kind, with a speech that became one of the highlights of the evening. This is the full transcript:


“You know, I need to do that without this dress on, but, you know, maybe later at Trader Vic’s, boys and girls. What do you say? I’m 50. You know, I was going to bring my walker tonight, but it just it just didn’t go with cleavage. Robert, I want to thank you for everything for your “bat” praise, rapid-fire brain, the sweet intro. I love you and Susan, and I am so grateful that you continually to talk me off the ledge when I go on and foam at the mouth and say I’m done with acting. I’m done with acting. I’m really done. I’m done. I’m done. Trust me, 47 years in the film business is a long time. You just ask those Golden Globies because you crazy kids, you’ve been around here forever. Phil , you’re a nut. Aida, Scott… Thank you for honoring me tonight. It is the most fun party of the year, and tonight I feel like the prom queen. Thank you.”

“Thank you. Looking at all those clips, you know, the hairdos and the freaky platform shoes, it’s like a home movie nightmare that just won’t end. And all of these people sitting here at these tables, they’re my family of sorts, fathers mostly, executives, producers, the directors, my fellow actors out there. We’ve giggled through love scenes. We’ve punched and cried and spit and vomited and blown snot all over one another. And those are just the co-stars I liked. But you know, more than anyone else, I share my most special memories with the members of the crew, blood shaking friendships, brothers and sisters. We made movies together, and you can’t get more intimate than that. So while I’m here being all confessional and I guess I just have a sudden urge to say something that I’ve never really been able to air in public, so a declaration that I’m a little nervous about, but maybe not quite as nervous as my publicist right now, huh, Jennifer? But, you know, I’m just going to put it out there, right? Loud and proud, right? So I’m going to need your support on this. I am single.”

“Yes, I am. I am single. No, I’m kidding, but I mean, I’m not really kidding, but I’m kind of kidding. Thank you for the enthusiasm. Can I get a woof or something? I mean, please. Jesus. Seriously, I hope that you’re not disappointed that there won’t be a big coming-out speech tonight because I already did my coming out about a thousand years ago back in the Stone Age, in those very quaint days when a fragile young girl would open up to trusted friends and family, co-workers and then gradually, proudly to everyone who knew her, to everyone she actually met. But now apparently, I’m told that every celebrity is expected to honor the details of their private life with a press conference, a fragrance, and a primetime reality show. And you guys might be surprised, but I am not Honey Boo Boo, child. No. I’m sorry. That’s just not me. It never was, and it never will be. But please don’t cry because my reality show would be so boring. I would have to make out with my own (unintelligible), or I’d have to spank Daniel Craig’s bottom just to stay on the air. It’s not bad work if you can get it, though. But seriously, if you had been a public figure from the time that you were a toddler, if you’d had to fight for a life that felt real and honest and normal against all odds, then maybe then you, too, might value privacy above all else. Privacy.”

“Someday in the future people will look back and remember how beautiful it once was. I have given everything up there from the time that I was 3 years old. That’s reality-show enough, don’t you think? There are a few secrets to keeping your psyche intact over such a long career. The first, love people and stay beside them. That table over there, 222, way out in Idaho, Paris, Stockholm, that one next to the bathroom with all the unfamous faces, the very same faces for all these years. My acting agent Joe Funicello. Joe, do you believe it? What, 38 years we’ve been working together, even though he doesn’t count the first eight. Matt Saber, Pat Kingsley, Jennifer Allan , Grant Nyman  and his uncle, Jerry Borak, may he rest in piece. Lifers. My family and friends are here tonight and at home. And of course, Mel Gibson. You know you saved me too. There is no way I could ever stand here without acknowledging one of the deepest loves of my life, my heroic co-parent, my ex-partner in love, but righteous soul sister in life, my confesser, ski buddy, consigliere, most beloved BFF of 20 years, Cydney Bernard. Thank you, Cyd. I am so proud of our modern family, our amazing sons, Charlie and Kit , who are my reason to breathe and to evolve, my blood and soul. And boys, in case you didn’t know it, this song, like all of this, this song is for you.”

“This brings me to the greatest influence of my life, my amazing mother Evelyn. Mom, I know you’re inside those blue eyes somewhere and that there are so many things that you won’t understand tonight, but this is the only important one to take in. I love you, I love you, I love you. And I hope that if I say this three times, it will magically and perfectly enter into your soul and fill you with grace and the joy of knowing that you did good in this life, you were a great mom. Please take that with you when you’re finally OK to go.”

“You see, Charlie and Kit, sometimes mom your mom loses it too. I can’t help but get moony, you know. This feels like the end of one era and the beginning of something else. Scary and exciting, and now what? Well, I may never be up on this stage again, on any stage, for that matter. Change. Gotta love it. I will continue to tell stories, to move people by being moved, the greatest job in the world. It’s just that from now on, I may be holding a different talking stick, and maybe it won’t be as sparkly. Maybe it won’t open on 3,000 screens. Maybe it will be so quiet and delicate that only dogs can hear it whistle. But it will be my writing on the wall: “Jodie Foster was here.” I still am. And I want to be seen, to be understood deeply, and to be not so very lonely. Thank you, all of you, for the company. Here’s to the next 50 years.”