Connor Mead: Love is magic comfort food for the weak and uneducated!
Dr. Kate McTiernan: [Kate is under hypnosis, reliving her escape from Casanova] I hear him, whispering. Alex Cross: [about Casanova] What does he say? Dr. Kate McTiernan: I can feel his mouth on my ear, his breath. He tells me that he loves me. Alex Cross: Tell me about his face. Tell me about his eyes. His mouth. Dr. Kate McTiernan: [Kate's breathing begins to quicken] He has no face. A mask! He always wears a mask! Alex Cross: What kind of mask? What does it look like? Dr. Kate McTiernan: [her breathing slows] It changes. I can't show him that I hate him. Alex Cross: But you escape. What do you see when you escape? Dr. Kate McTiernan: I don't know. I'm just running. And my legs... are heavy from the drugs. And I'm lost. I'm running through hallways and there are all these rooms, I don't know where to turn! [becomes panicked, starts to cry] Dr. Kate McTiernan: He's behind me! Alex Cross: He's not behind you Kate, you get away. How? How do you get out? Dr. Kate McTiernan: [Kate's breathing is becoming more rapid, as she becomes more panicked] Light. Light! The light and the sun. Alex Cross: Do you see a barn? Dr. Kate McTiernan: No! Alex Cross: A house? Dr. Kate McTiernan: No! No! There's nothing! Just the light. It hurts my eyes. And then the trees, the trees again. [starts to sob, and begins to hyperventilate] Dr. Kate McTiernan: And the rocks are digging into my feet! And I hear him, shouting behind me, and I try to run faster! That's all I'm thinking: just run faster! [begins sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for breath] Dr. Kate McTiernan: And I left those girls behind! I wasn't thinking, I just told myself to run, to run, run! Alex Cross: [Alex reaches out to comfort Kate] It's all right, it's all right. Dr. Kate McTiernan: [through sobs] I left those girls!
[first lines] Kane: Like so many epidemics before, the loss of so many lives began with a single microscopic organism. It's human nature to seek even the smallest comfort in reason, or logic for events as catastrophic as these. But a virus doesn't choose a time or place. It doesn't hate or even care. It just happens.
Sin LaSalle: Have you lost your mind? I mean, how is it that you can disrespect a mans ethnicity when you know we've influenced nearly every facet of white America... from our music to our style of dress. Not to mention your basic imitation of our sense of cool; walk, talk, dress, mannerisms... we enrich your very existence, all the while contributing to the gross national product through our achievements in corporate America. It's these conceits that comfort me when I am faced with the ignorant, cowardly, bitter and bigoted, who *have* no talent, no guts? people like you who desecrate things they don't understand when the truth is - you should say thank-you, man? and go on about your way. But apparently you are incapable of doing that! So... [shoots his gun] Sin LaSalle: ... and don't tell me to be cool. I *am* cool!
Dagmar: So, tell me about Karin. I don't know her very well. Lars Lindstrom: Oh, she's wonderful. Gus and I are very lucky with women - she's wonderful. But she... Dagmar: That's okay, let's find you something to read Lars Lindstrom: No, it's just… between us? Dagmar: Of course. Lars Lindstrom: I'm worried about her. I think she has a little problem. Dagmar: Oh, well, maybe you shouldn't tell me. Lars Lindstrom: No, that's okay. It's just, and I think it's because she's insecure, it's just, she's just always trying to hug everybody. You know, some people don't like that. Some people don't like to be hugged. But she doesn't realize that. She takes it personally, and, it hurts her feelings. I don't know what to do about that. Do you? Dagmar: It's such a comfort sometimes, just to have somebody's arms around you. Don't you think? Lars Lindstrom: No. Dagmar: It feels good. Lars Lindstrom: It does not feel good. It, it hurts. Dagmar: Oh, like a cut, or bruise? Lars Lindstrom: Like a burn. Like when you go outside and your feet freeze and you come back in and then they thaw out? It's like that. It's almost exactly like that. Dagmar: Same with everyone? Lars Lindstrom: Uh, not really with Bianca. But everyone else
Silver Strand: [voice over] You would think that God would be there. That she would care, have compassion, give you that reassuring smile and tell you that it would all be better. That's what brought me to my suicide. But instead of comfort when I arrived, I was punished. Punished to the immortality of this place. [title card appears]
Preacher: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. For thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. Because I carry a big stick and I'm the meanest mother fucker in the valley! Two sharks down, Lord! One demon fish to go! Can I get an Amen?
Richard III: Madam, mother, I do humbly crave your blessing. Duchess of York: God comfort you; and put meekness in your breast, love, charity, obedience and true duty! Richard III: Amen; [aside] Richard III: and make me die a good old man! That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing.
Angel: New York City. Collins: Mm-hm. Angel: Center of the universe. Collins: Sang it, girl! Angel: Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. Mark: Yeah, I hear that. Angel: It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the hit the road blues... [sung] Angel: That anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be [whispered] Angel: a pleasure cruise!
MIT Student: Can we open up the window, Professor? It's hot in here. John Nash: Your comfort comes second to my ability to hear my own voice.
Bill Maher: Rational people, anti-religionists, must end their timidity and come out of the closet and assert themselves. And those who consider themselves only moderately religious really need to look in the mirror and realize that the solace and comfort that religion brings you actually comes at a terrible price.
James Clayton: You said you wanted to go home and have comfort sex. Did you?
[first lines] Ryan's son: [running to comfort his father] Dad? [flashback to D-Day] LCVP pilot: Clear the ramp! Thirty seconds. God be with ya!
[Cliff is trying to comfort Wendy] Cliff Spab, Wendy Pfister: [singing together] As long as we have each other...
Dad: Ciggy? Bridget Jones: No. No thanks. I've given up again. Dad: Shame. I find them very useful. I take great comfort in the fact that they might kill me before things actually get worse.
Monica: There used to be reasons for people to be together, like stability, security and maybe even a kid. But you see, I don't need you for the those reasons nowadays. I mean, I can get them on my own now if I wanted to. So... if there are no real reasons for two people to be together, then you are into unreal reasons, fantastic reasons, like happiness, good company and comfort and understanding and emotional support... God, you wouldn't ask that much from a saint. So you look at this person and you say... what the good is this person for anyway?
Robert Carter: [quoting] It's a comfort for seekers to know that no matter how much strange water they may venture, there are always pilots within call. But yet the sufferer must help himself.
Jay: People need to be jolted. Morrie: No, people need to be comforted, and you don't comfort them by satisfying your own curiosity about breaking down boundaries and rules. Some people really like their rules, they've chosen them, and you don't get to choose what rules other people obey or not; they do.
Robert Roy MacGregor: There best be no skullduggery here, Killearn. Alan McDonald stands under my protection. Killearn: [sarcastic] Well, that's a great comfort to us all, I must say. What with a thousand pounds at risk.
Black Beauty: Oh! If people knew what a comfort to horses a light hand is, and how it keeps a good mouth and a good temper...
Marie: I do know how you must be feeling. Annie: Do you? Oh dear. Marie: Are you sure John would have approved? Annie: You said yourself, you didn't know him. Marie: I know he was a decent man... Annie: If your concern is for the reputation of Knapely WI... Marie: It's not. Annie: I think it is. The WI is about doing good. And what does more good? Knowing slightly more about broccoli one week than we did the last or providing some comfort for someone in the worst hours of their life because that's what it's like sweetheart. And no. I don't think you do know how I feel.
Colleen: [attempting to comfort Keith's annoyance at having to work with the obnoxious Brad on investigating a story] Maybe God put you two together for a reason. Keith: Yeah, to try my patience.
Ron: You know, Terry, a lot of people come to see me with all kinds of problems. Drugs, alcohol, marital problems, sexual problems, health problems Terry: Great job you got. Ron: Well... I like it. Because even in this little town, I feel like what I do is very connected with the real center of people's lives. I'm not saying I'm always Mr. Effective, but I don't feel like my life is off to the side of what's important. You know? I don't feel my happiness and comfort are based on closing my eyes to trouble within myself or trouble in other people. I don't feel like a negligible little scrap, floating around in some kind of empty void, with no sense of connectedness to anything around me except by virtue of whatever little philosophies I can scrape together on my own... Terry: Well Ron: Can I ask you, Terry: Do you think your life is important? Terry: You mean - Like, me personally, my individual life? Ron: Yeah. Terry: Well... I'm not sure - What do you mean? It's important to me. I guess. And like, to my, you know, the people who care about me... Ron: But do you think it's important? Terry: I - Ron: Do you think it's important in the scheme of things? Not just because it's yours, or because you're somebody's brother. Because I don't really get the impression that you do. Terry: Well, I don't think... I don't particularly think anybody's life has any particular importance besides whatever - you know - whatever we arbitrarily give it. Which is fine. I mean we might as well... I think I'm as important as anybody else... Terry: I don't know: A lot of what you're saying has a real appeal to me, Ron. A lot of the stuff they told us when we were kids... But I don't want to believe something or not believe it because I might feel bad. I want to believe it because I think it's true or not... I'd like to think that my life is important... Or that it's connected to something important... Ron: Well, isn't there any way for you to believe that without calling it God, or religion, or whatever term it is you object to? Terry: Yes. I believe that.
Smike: What faces will smile on me when I die? Who will comfort me that long night? They cannot come from home. They would frighten me if they did, for I shouldn't know them. No. There is no hope.
Marge Simpson: "Eepa." What does that mean? Comic Book Guy: I believe it was the sound Green Lantern made when Sinestro dropped him in a vat of acid. "Eee-pa!" Marge Simpson: Yeah. Well, thanks for coming over. Comic Book Guy: [happily] Thanks for giving me your pregnancy pants; I've never known comfort like this.
Philip Edwards: Sometimes the shepherd needs the comfort of the sheep. Elena Hood: I'm going to try hard not to understand the implications of that.
Sylvia Likens: [after they've been lashed, Sylvia sits down next to Jenny, hoping to comfort her] Come on, Jenny. I know we've never had a spanking before. [Sylvia puts her hand on her sister's shoulder] Sylvia Likens: That check's gonna come along, I swear. [When Jenny doesn't answer, Sylvia puts her lips to her sister's head and strokes her hair]
Vincent: Take comfort in knowing you never had a choice.
The Dude: Yeah, well. The Dude abides. The Stranger: The Dude abides. I don't know about you but I take comfort in that. It's good knowin' he's out there. The Dude. Takin' 'er easy for all us sinners. Shoosh. I sure hope he makes the finals.
Narrator: I'll say it again: Why are they hiding from us? What are they hiding from us? And what's it going to take until people in this country give a damn and do something about it? Now, that the evidence has been presented: what will you do about it? Find comfort in the official version of the events? Or will you go out and investigate for yourselves? Will you share this information or will you ignore it?
Ludwig van Beethoven: I'm a very difficult person, Anna Holtz, but I take comfort in the fact that God made me that way.
Sydney: [laughing] Here I am, trying to comfort you. Miss Parker: [looking hurt] As if anything you could ever do would give me comfort? Sydney: [quickly sobers] It did once.
[the shot Mr. Orange knows some things about Mr. White] Mr. White: Well, he knows a little about me. Mr. Pink: You didn't tell him your name, did you? Mr. White: I told him my first name, and where I'm from. Mr. Pink: Why? Mr. White: I told him where I was from a few days ago. It was just a casual conversation. Mr. Pink: And what was tellin' him your name when you weren't supposed to? Mr. White: He asked. [pause] Mr. White: We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my fuckin' fault he got shot. He's a fuckin' bloody mess - he's screaming. I swear to god, I thought he was gonna die right then and there. I'm tryin' to comfort him, tellin' him not to worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? "Sorry, I can't give out that information! It's against the rules! I don't trust you enough! Or maybe I should've, but I couldn't!" Fuck you! Fuck Joe! Mr. Pink: [sarcastically] Oh, I'm sure it was a beautiful scene... Mr. White: DON'T FUCKING PATRONIZE ME!
CAS: The temperature is being raised for your benefit and comfort Mr. Littlehill: Son of a bitch.
Lord Marke: Do you find no comfort in your home, these stearn walls that you helped build? Tristan: I find these walls a prison. Lord Marke: Why? Tristan: Everything I wanted seems meaningless.
Mulligan: Do you know what I do to guys who quote unquote "sleep" with my wife? Nathanial Mayweather: Talk about your discomfort over a cup of hot cocoa? Mulligan: Clooooooooose. I cut off their heads with a nail clipper.
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