Bruce Wayne: [Edward extends his had to shake Bruce's] Mister...? Edward Nygma: Ohhhhh... Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne: No, that's uh, my name. And you are? Edward Nygma: Oh! Nygma. Edward... Edward Nygma. You hired me personally. We've never actually met, but you signed the employment form yourself. I have it. Bruce Wayne: I'm gonna need that hand back, Ed. Edward Nygma: Oh! Yes, of course! I'm sorry. It's just that... you're my idol. Fred Stickley: [reaches for Nygma's arm] Back to work Edward. Edward Nygma: [yanks arm away] And *some* people have been trying to keep us apart. Fred Stickley: Back to work Edward! Bruce Wayne: It's okay. So, Mr. Nygma, what's on your mind? Edward Nygma: Precisely! What's on all our minds? Brainwaves. [giggles] Edward Nygma: The future of Wayne Enterprises is brainwaves. [runs into his cubicle] Fred Stickley: You'll have to forgive this Mr. Wayne. I personally terminated this project this morning! Bruce Wayne: It's okay. Edward Nygma: [pops out with a high-tech contraption] I have it! Voila! Huh? My invention beams any TV signal directly into the human brain. By stimulating the neurons, manipulating brainwaves if you will, this device makes the viewer feel like they're actually inside the show! Why be brutalized by an uncaring world? Bruce Wayne: Did you say manipulating brainwaves? Edward Nygma: Well... uh... yes. Bruce Wayne: Hmmm. Edward Nygma: Not that someone like you would need this. Someone so... sophisticated... and intelligent. I just need additional funds and time for human testing. Let me show you, *please!* Bruce Wayne: Now look Ed, I'm going to need a full set of technical schematics on this, alright? Edward Nygma: I want you to know we're gonna be full partners on this Bruce! Look at us! Two of a kind! Bruce Wayne: You call my assistant Margaret, she'll set something up. Edward Nygma: [grabs Wayne by the arm] Uhhhhhh... that's not gonna be good for me. I need an answer now. I think I deserve it. Bruce Wayne: Well I'm sorry Ed, then the answer's no. Stimulating neurons... tampering with people's brainwaves... it just raises too many questions. I'm sorry. Thanks everybody, factory looks great. Keep up the good work. Fred Stickley: Alright, everyone. Back to work. [in Nygma's ear] Fred Stickley: We'll discuss this later! Edward Nygma: [watching Wayne leave] You were supposed to understand! [pause] Edward Nygma: I'll *make* you understand...
Connor Mead: Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less, and he was right. But power isn't happiness, and I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less...
I think what makes someone beautiful is confidence and a kind heart.
Dr. Paley: Even caring has an ulterior motive.
Henry Mitchell: You go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. Dennis: For how long? Henry Mitchell: Until you're sorry. Dennis: Oh good, I'm sorry now. Mrs. Alice Mitchell: He can't sit in the corner, I have to take him to Margaret Wade's house. Dennis: [screams in horror scaring his parents] Margaret's house? I didn't do anything bad enough to deserve to go to her house. She's a lunatic, I'll go crazy, she tortures me, she's mean, she's ugly, she doesn't share! Mrs. Alice Mitchell: Honey, I made arrangements with Mrs. Wade for you to go to their house while I work. Dennis: Are you serious? Mrs. Alice Mitchell: Well, you can't spend the summer unsupervised. You're out of school. Dennis: [loses it] *I'll go back*! Henry Mitchell: You're mother made arrangements. That's it! I don't want any arguments! Dennis: [lightly bows his head on the table] My life is falling apart.
[Alex is hiding in the closet and Mr. Unger tries to unlock the door] Earl Unger: I'm coming for you, shorty, to pay you back for all the misery you caused me. Alice: Mr. Unger, what are you doing? Earl Unger: He's in the closet. Scaring him a little, just before I grab him. And behind door number one! [Mr. Unger opens the closet door and Alex just disappeared] Earl Unger: Towels. Burton Jernigan: Hmph. Earl Unger: I saw this door close. Alice: Idiot. Earl Unger: Would I make it up? Why? What's the point? We working on commission here?
Doctor: [racing towards the Ambulance with other doctors carrying the loaner body and Stu's body] Excuse me! That's our corpse. We've been chasing him all over town. Ambulance Driver: [sitting in the driver seat] Help yourself pal. Doctor: [pulling the cover off the loaner body] All right smart-ass you prepare to co-operate now? [Stu sits up, scaring the doctors]
The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
Marcia Prior Glass: I'm really just a good girl who's more comfortable fighting with her husband than cheating on him. I guess I'd rather be a bitch then a slut... Vincent Antonelli: Does caring for someone make you a slut? Marcia Prior Glass: No. Expressing it does.
Corny: You got any interest in reading the Bible? Justine: I have my own, you know, beliefs. Corny: Well, we don't preach fire and brimstone. 10 Commandments, gotta live by those. Other than the usual ways, we're not interested in scaring people. We're about loving Jesus. Justine: Mm-hmm. Yeah, I kind of like my nights to myself. Corny: Well, maybe you'll have night after night of eternal hellfire all to yourself. Just kidding you. Drive safe. Bye-bye.
The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.
William Parrish: Who is you? Did you tell her who you are? Joe Black: No. William Parrish: Does she know here she's going? Huh? You see, Susan went for that poor son of a bitch whose body you took. And everything else since has been aftermath. You say you love her but you don't know what love is. She loves you, she doesn't know who you are. You make a deal you're breaking it. Bottom line is, Joe, you're swindling her soul, and you're doing it with your eyes wide open. Joe Black: I don't like what you're saying. William Parrish: I'm past caring what you like and what you don't like. You're stealing my daughter and I'm not gonna let you.
The earth does not belong to us. We belong to the earth.
Michael Moore: The media, the corporations, the politicians... have all done such a good job of scaring the American public, it's come to the point where they don't need to give any reason at all.
Dwight: It wasn't "Stop." Shellie wasn't saying "Stop." If I had waited and listened to her, I would've known. I could've warned the girls to go easy. To settle for scaring them off. Shellie didn't say "Stop," she said "Cop." He's a *cop*. Detective Lieutenant Jack Rafferty. "Iron Jack" the papers call him. A goddamn *hero cop*.
Bart: Cause i'm so pleased to have you home, I'll answer one question. Go on, fire away. Danny: Did you know my mum? Bart: Your mum? Why would I know your mum? I found you in the street. Lying on the pavement. You was halfdead. You couldn't even talk. You was just lying there. No one wanting you. No one caring whether you lived or died. Except me.
Vinny: You didn't just drink that, did you? Milo: Mm-hmm. Vinny: That's not good! That's nitroglycerin. [Thatch gasps] Vinny: Don't move, eh, don't breathe, don't do anything. Except pray, maybe... Mole: [jumps up behind Milo, scaring him] BOOM! [Vinny and The Mole laugh]
Shelly: She won't come out. It's been a whole day. You have to do something, Harry. Harry: The funeral's starting. Shelly: Open your eyes, she's eleven years old! Her only friend in the world is dead. Harry: I know that, but what do you want from me? Shelly: Stop hiding, Harry! You run, Harry. When I first came here, the idea of working with dead people didn't exactly thrill me. When I saw a family that lived here, I thought, if I'm living without a family, at least I can work with one and maybe, once in a while, be invited in for supper. Harry: Yeah... and when those suppers are disrupted because there's a car crash, or there's a fire, or a little boy steps on a beehive... Shelly: I'm not asking you to stop caring for those people. But life isn't just death, Harry. Don't ignore the living, especially your daughter.
Ryan: They won't die. Wells: Yeah, well, [cocks gun] Wells: , this gives me better peace of mind, sir. Ryan: You want piece of mind? Run before they tear your legs from under you. Wells: Now you just shut up like a good gentleman, you are scaring my lads.
Minute Man: [signing an autograph] I'm thinking of changing my name. Deadly Girl: Change it to what? [hisses at the autograph hound, scaring her away] Minute Man: To... 'Small' Deadly Girl: Small-Man? Minute Man: No, just 'Small' Deadly Girl: Well that's pretty stupid. Minute Man: It's better than Mr. Smart. Deadly Girl: It's better than Captain Cuntface too. Minute Man: Whatever.
Lunch Lady: Have some more sloppy joes. I made 'em extra sloppy for yous. I know how yous kids like 'em sloppy. Billy Madison: Lady, you're scaring us.
Karen Davis: Aubrey, you got to get me out of here. Aubrey Davis: You're scaring me.
Nursery Owner: This woman's talking to her daughter. She's talking to her daughter in Princeton. Isn't that where your friend went? Elliot Moore: Come on! [they run over to the woman] Woman on Cell Phone: [speaking to her daughter at Princeton] It's OK, honey, honey, it's OK. [to the fellow survivors] Woman on Cell Phone: She's so scared... You just stay in that room, you don't open the door for nothing. Just keep watching out the window with the tree, baby, someone will come and get you soon. Elliot Moore: Tell her, tell her not to go near the window with the tree, just tell her! Woman on Cell Phone: Baby, don't go near the window with the tree! Elliot Moore: Ask her if Princeton's been affected. Woman on Cell Phone: Honey, someone wants to know if Princeton's had any problems... she says everyone's dead outside. [they all gasp] Woman on Cell Phone: You just stay in your room... Honey, honey you're talking funny, what's wrong with you? Elliot Moore: What do you mean? Everyone's dead? Woman on Cell Phone: What? Stacy, you're scaring me, I don't, I don't understand what you're saying. What, baby? She's just not making any sense. Young Woman Voice on Phone: Calculus, I see... in calculus. Calculus. Calculus. Woman on Cell Phone: Stacy... Stacy... [loud noise, then silence on Stacy's end of the line] Woman on Cell Phone: Stacy Ann? [woman starts weeping] Woman on Cell Phone: Oh no no no no no Stacy, Stacy, oh no no no... Oh, Stacy!
Jim Kurring: ...whatever you wanna tell me, whatever you think might scare me, won't... and I will listen... I will be a good listener to you if that's what you want... and you know, you know... I won't judge you... I can do that sometimes, I know, but I won't... I can... listen to you and you shouldn't be scared of scaring me off or anything that you might think I'll think or on and on and just say it and I'll listen to you...
Catherine: Do you want to go? Hal: I want to stay here with you. Catherine: Oh. Hal: I want to spend the day with you, if at all possible, I want to spend as much time with you as I can, unless I'm coming on way too strong right now and scaring you, in which case I'll begin back-pedalling immediately!
Ralph Nader: A man of conscience, caring and committment. Michael Berg's determination to pursue justice and wage peace is just what congress so devoutly needs.
Thumper: [to Bambi] If you're scared, just be scarier than whatever's scaring you!
Graham Hess: You're scaring your sister. Bo: I'm already scared.
[pretending to pout at Brittany's friends] Natasha Kwon-Shwartz: That was me caring for one second what you think. But don't worry. I'm over it.
Cole Sear: You know the accident up there? Lynn Sear: Yeah. Cole Sear: Someone got hurt. Lynn Sear: They did? Cole Sear: A lady. She died. Lynn Sear: Oh, my god. What, you can see her? Cole Sear: Yes. Lynn Sear: Where is she? Cole Sear: Standing next to my window. Lynn Sear: Cole, you're scaring me. Cole Sear: They scare me too sometimes. Lynn Sear: They? Cole Sear: Ghosts.
Richard Jeni: She'll be sitting there, and I'll be driving, and she'll be with me. And she'll be making me so wonderfully... beautifully... fucking tense! That after a while, during the drive, you can feel your colon pop out of your ass, come up your back, and start twisting itself into a noose around your throat. Because why would you want to drive alone, like a masterbating loser, when you can have the woman next to you, pointing out shit she thinks you're just about to crash into? And making it all the more likely that you will crash the fucking car? 'Cause she keeps scaring the shit out of you by suddenly and out of nowhere making this noise: [gasp]
Thumper: Being brave is easy. Bambi: It is? Thumper: Sure, watch this. Argh! Flower: I think he's got a hairball. Thumper: No, silly. I'm being brave. All you got to do is be scarier than whatever's scaring you.
The West Indian is not exactly hostile to change, but he is not much inclined to believe in it. This comes from a piece of wisdom that his climate of eternal summer teaches him. It is that, under all the parade of human effort and noise, today is like yesterday, and tomorrow will be like today; that existence is a wheel of recurring patterns from which no one escapes; that all anybody does in this life is live for a while and then die for good, without finding out much; and that therefore the idea is to take things easy and enjoy the passing time under the sun. The white people charging hopefully around the islands these days in the noon glare, making deals, bulldozing airstrips, hammering up hotels, laying out marinas, opening new banks, night clubs, and gift shops, are to him merely a passing plague. They have come before and gone before.
everybody-even monsters-needed a little attention once in a while.
Madeline "Maddy" Wirtz: This is kidnapping! Margaret "Legs" Sadovsky: It's only a word, Maddy, don't let it scare you. Madeline "Maddy" Wirtz: You're what's scaring me.
Love does not cost anything. Kind words and deeds do not cost anything. The real beauty of the world is equal for everyone to see. It was given by God equally to all, without restrictions. Everyone, was given a beautiful vehicle in which to express love to others. Feelings are free to express and give to ourselves and each other through our willingness to give and care. What is complicated about this... Why have we made others feel they have to climb mountains and swim oceans in order to make a difference. All we need to understand my friends, is that human life was given equally to us all, not partially but in totality. The sun was given to all. It does not shine on the few. So, just has nature is indifferent to our station or situation, we need to know that we are all equal. We need to focus on the things that are constant and not place our values on things that can be blown away with the next, great, wind. Value life in what ever house it dwells. For when it comes time that we are all stripped to bare bones before the divine and facing eternity, we will understand that the only law we were meant to follow, was to love ourselves and each other. Nothing more...nothing less.
The night-soil men can see a bird walking in trees. It isn't a bird. It is a woman who has removed her skin and is on her way to drink the blood of her secret enemies. It is a woman who has left her skin i a corner of a house made out of wood. It is a woman who is reasonable and admires honeybees in the hibiscus.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
The right mixture of caring and not caring - I suppose that's what love is.
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