Henry Dawes:
We cannot allow a return to incivility.
Charles Eastman:
Incivility? And what has civility earned them, might I ask? Trained nurses? Even one hospital?
Henry Dawes:
All things the Sioux will provide for themselves, Charles, once this plan has passed. As you yourself agreed - they must adapt.
Charles Eastman:
Must they adapt, sir, to the point of their own extermination?
Henry Dawes:
Extermination? I suppose you say we've exterminated your Indian heritage rather than provided to you the benefits of an entire civilization?
Charles Eastman:
Senator, please sit. Sir, if every individual were taken personally under your care, as was my good fortune, I admit, the outcome might be what you seek. But I am not the example you held up to The Friends of the Indian. I am the example of nothing. I simply do not see how placing each Indian man on a desolate, 160-acre parcel of land is going to lead his children to medical school.
Henry Dawes:
It will, in time. But first, this must pass. Or I guarantee you, destitution is all the Sioux will ever know. I have many opponents, Charles, in the press, in Congress...
Charles Eastman:
You have an opponent before you, sir.
Betty Warren:
[Betty's Third Editorial Voice Over] Wellesley girls who are married have become quite adept at balancing their obligations. One hears such comments as, "I'm able to baste the chicken with one hand and outline the paper with the other." While our mothers were called to the workforce for lady liberty it is our duty, nay, obligation to reclaim our place in the home bearing the children that will carry our traditions into the future. One must pause to consider why; Ms. Katherine Watson, instructor in the art history department, has decided to declare war on the holy sacrament of marriage. Her subversive and political teachings encourage our Wellesley girls to reject the roles they were born to fill.
Katherine Watson:
Slide - Contemporary art...
Connie Baker:
No, that's just an advertisement...
Katherine Watson:
Quiet. Today you just listen. What will future scholars see when they study us, a portrait of women today? There you are ladies: the perfect likeness of a Wellesley graduate, Magna Cum Laude, doing exactly what she was trained to do. Slide - a Rhodes Scholar, I wonder if she recites Chaucer while she presses her husband's shirts. Slide - hehe, now you physics majors can calculate the mass and volume of every meatloaf you make. Slide - A girdle to set you free. What does that mean? What does that mean? What does it mean? I give up, you win. The smartest women in the country, I didn't realize that by demanding excellence I would be challenging... what did it say? [Walks over to a student and picks up her copy of the editorial]
Katherine Watson:
What did it say? Um... the roles you were born to fill. Is that right? [Looks up at Betty]
Katherine Watson:
The roles you were born to fill? It's, uh, it's my mistake. [Katerine drops the student's paper back onto her desk]
Katherine Watson:
Class dismissed. [Katherine walks out of the classroom]
Aunt June:
I want to talk to you about morals. The morals of the young people today is going to get them in big trouble. I'm telling you, because they act like they don't know the difference between right and wrong. And this is the truth. And see, one of the reasons is the parents. The parents are not taking care of their children. They are not telling them the difference between right and wrong. But then...
Aunt May, Aunt April:
[both roll their eyes and turn to leave]
Aunt June:
Wait, now. No, no, no. No, ma'am. You have to listen. Because part of the responsibility is the children's, because this is *their* lives. It's not their mama's or their papa's. I'm talling you, they have to think for themselves. Even if their mama and papa didn't do something about them. Girl, look, the children have to think and try their best to come on up, come on up.
Tom:
[when Kate leaves] I have done it, she is gone! Now I can raise you children the way I want to! Mwa ha ha, ha ha, ha! [kids stare blankly]
Tom:
C'mon, Dad's in charge now, you can... eat candy for breakfast, sleep in, wear shoes in the house, it'll be great! [kids continue to stare blankly. Tom finally gives up]
Tom:
Yeah, I know, let's go inside.
Randal Graves:
So, your argument is that title dictates behavior?
Dante Hicks:
What?
Randal Graves:
The reason you won't let me use your car is because I have a title and a job description, and I'm supposed to follow it, right?
Dante Hicks:
Exactly.
Tabloid Reading Customer:
I saw one, one time, that said, "The next week, the world is ending." And in the next week's paper, they said, "We were miraculously saved at the zero hour by a koala-fish mutant bird." Crazy shit.
Randal Graves:
So, I'm no more responsible for my decisions here than, say, a Death Squad soldier in Bosnia?
Dante Hicks:
Oh, now, that's stretching it. You're not being asked to slay children or anything.
Randal Graves:
Yeah, not yet. [takes a drink of water]
Tabloid Reading Customer:
And I remember this one time- [Randal spits water at him]
Tabloid Reading Customer:
I'm going to break your fucking head! You fucking jerk-off!
Dante Hicks:
Sir! Sir, I'm sorry! He meant to hit me.
Tabloid Reading Customer:
Yeah, well, he missed!
Dante Hicks:
Yeah, I know. Here, let me refund your money, and we'll call it even, alright?
Tabloid Reading Customer:
I'll never come in here again. [to Randal]
Tabloid Reading Customer:
And if I see you again, I'm gonnna break your fucking head open! [Randal salutes him as he leaves]
Dante Hicks:
What the fuck'd you do that for?
Randal Graves:
Two reasons. One, I hate it when people can't shut up about the stupid tabloid headlines.
Dante Hicks:
Oh, Jesus!
Randal Graves:
And two, to prove a point. Title does not dictate behavior.
Dante Hicks:
What?
Randal Graves:
If title dictated my behavior, as a clerk serving the public, I wouldn't be allowed to spit water at that guy. But I did. So, my point is that people dictate their own behavior. Even though I work in a video store, I choose to go rent movies at Big Choice. Agreed?
Dante Hicks:
[gives Randal his car keys] You are a danger to both the dead and the living.
Randal Graves:
I like to think I'm a master of my own destiny.
Dante Hicks:
Please, get the hell outta here.
Randal Graves:
You know I'm your hero.
Nacho:
And over there in the tree, is a chipmunk nest. And that right there, is our corn, best in the city, it's delcious. And that is a crazy lady. So now you pretty much know what I do. Pretty dang exciting, huh?
Juan Pablo:
Hey, it's Ramses. He's the best.
Chancho:
No he's not.
Juan Pablo:
Can I have his autograph? Please?
Nacho:
Okay, I'll see what I can do.
Nacho:
Uh, Ramses. I was wondering if the children could have a signiture or a picture or something?
Nacho:
Listen, the children are orphans, they really love you. You are the best.
Bison:
[patching through to Guile on GNT World News] Colonel Guile! Greetings!
Colonel William F. Guile:
[to Cammy] He took the bait. Trace that signal, stat!
Bison:
Why do you address a fellow warrior with such disrespect?
Colonel William F. Guile:
Warrior? You? How many doctors and nurses have you killed this week? How many children have you orphaned?
Bison:
You will choke on those words, Guile.
Colonel William F. Guile:
Anytime, dickhead. We'll go worldwide, just like now.
Dee Jay:
General, they're tracing this.
Bison:
You think you're so clever, Guile. Think about this. You have three days. If my twenty billion dollars are not delivered by then, the hostages will die, and the world will hold you responsible! Victory!
Dee Jay:
[chanting with Bison's troops] Bison! Bison!
Colonel William F. Guile:
You hostages! If you can hear me, we're coming! We're coming! Charlie! Charlie, hang on, buddy! We're coming! We're coming! Hang on, buddy!
[first lines]
Narrator:
It is said that over 150 years ago, in the town of Darkness Falls, Matilda Dixon was adored by all the children. Whenever they would lose a tooth they would bring it to her in exchange for a gold coin, earning her the name, the Toothfairy. But fate was not kind to Matilda. One night fire tore through her home leaving her face horribly scarred. Matilda's burned flesh was so sensitive to light she could only go out at night, always wearing a porcelain mask so no one could ever look upon her face. One day two children didn't come home. The town's people blamed Matilda - they hanged her, tearing of her mask, exposing her hideous face to the light. And with her dying breath Matilda laid a curse upon Darkness Falls. The next morning the little children were found safe and sound. The town buried their secret along with Matilda's body. Since then there are some who believe that Matilda visits the children of Darkness Falls on the night they lose their last tooth, seeking her vengeance on any who lay their eyes upon her face, fulfilling her curse: What I took before in kindness, I will take forever in revenge.
[first lines]
Freddy Krueger:
[narrating] My children... from the very beginning, it was the children who gave me my power. The Springwood Slasher, that's what they called me. My reign of terror was legendary. Dozens of children would fall by my blades. Then the parents of Springwood came for me, taking justice into their own hands. When I was alive, I might have been a little naughty, but after they killed me, I became something much, much worse. The stuff nightmares are made of. The children still feared me, and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams, and that's when the fun REALLY began. Until they figured out a way to forget about me. To erase me completely. Being dead wasn't a problem, but being forgotten, now that's a BITCH. I can't come back if nobody remembers me. I can't come back if nobody's afraid. I had to search the bowels of Hell, but I found someone, someone who'll make 'em remember. He may get the blood, but I'll get the glory, and that fear is my ticket home.
Mrs. Cole:
I must admit to some confusion receiving your letter, Professor Dumbledore. In all the years Toms been here hes never once had a family visitor. There have been incidents with the other Children. Nasty things. Tom? You have a visitor.
Albus Dumbledore:
How do you do, Tom?
Tom Riddle - Age 11:
Go.
Tom Riddle - Age 11:
You're the doctor aren't you?
Albus Dumbledore:
No, I'm a professor.
Tom Riddle - Age 11:
I don't believe you. she wants me looked at. They think I'm... different.
Albus Dumbledore:
Well perhaps there right.
Tom Riddle - Age 11:
I'm not mad.
Albus Dumbledore:
Hogwarts is not a place for mad people. Hogwarts is a school. A school of magic. You can do things can't you, Tom? That other children can't.
Tom Riddle - Age 11:
I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt. If I want... Who are you?
Albus Dumbledore:
Well I'm like you, Tom. I'm different.
Tom Riddle - Age 11:
Prove it. [Wardrobe goes on fire]
Albus Dumbledore:
I think there's something in the wardrobe trying to get out, Tom [Opens the wardrobe, and dumps out the contents]
Albus Dumbledore:
Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts,Tom. At Hogwarts you will be taught not only how to use magic, but how to control it. You understand me? [Dumbledore starts to leave]
Tom Riddle - Age 11:
I can speak to snakes too. They find me, whisper things. [Dumbledore looks surprised]
Tom Riddle - Age 11:
Is that normal, for someone like me?
[Opening narration; a couple of snippets of interspersed dialog are omitted]
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
In other parts of the world, young men leave home and travel far and wide in search of a promising future. Their journeys are often fueled by dreams of triumphing over evil, finding a great love or the hopes of fortunes easily made. Here in St. Cloud's, not even the decision to get off the train is easily made, for it requires an earlier, more difficult decision - add a child to your life or leave one behind. The only reason people journey here is for the orphanage. I came as a physician to the abandoned children and unhappily pregnant women. I had hoped to become a hero. But in St. Cloud's, there was no such position. In the lonely, sordid world of lost children, there were no heroes to be found. And so I became the caretaker of many, father of none. Well, in a way, there was one. His name was Homer Wells.
