[after reading a letter sent by his mother]
Alexander:
It's a high ransom she charges for nine months lodging in the womb.
Hephaistion:
Bring her to Babylon, Alexander. It'll give her such joy.
Alexander:
Joy! I am the cracked mirror of her dreams... Stay with me tonight Hephaistion.
Hephaistion:
What bothers you?
Alexander:
I see in her everything I fear. Yet I have no idea what it is; this fear. She was always so sure I was born of Zeus. Why, Hephaistion?
Hephaistion:
I think there are things beyond our imagining. Like the lightening. Tales of strange conceptions. I don't doubt it.
Alexander:
What is being told me? What destiny do I have?
Hephaistion:
Well, if I'm Patroclus, I die first. Then you, Achilles. The generals are upset. They question your obsession with Darius. They say it was never meant for you to be king of Asia.
Alexander:
Naturally. They want only to return to their homes rich with gold, but I have seen the future, Hephaistion! I've seen it now a thousand times, on a thousand faces. These people want, need, change. Aristotle was wrong about them.
Hephaistion:
How so?
Alexander:
Look at those we've conquered. They leave their dead unburied, they smash their enemies skulls and drink them as dust, they mate in public! How can they think, or sing, or write when none can read? But as Alexander's army they could go where they never thought possible. They can soldier, or work in the cities. From the Alexandrias, from Egypt to the outer ocean. We could connect these lands, Hephaistion. And the people.
Hephaistion:
Some say these Alexandrias have become extensions of Alexander himself. They draw people into the cities so as to make slaves.
Alexander:
But we've freed them, Hephaistion, from the Persias, where everyone lived as slaves! To free the people of the world! Such would be beyond the glory of Achilles. Beyond Heracles! A feat to rival Prometheus, who was always a friend to man.
Hephaistion:
Remember the fates of these heroes. They suffered, greatly.
Alexander:
We all suffer. Your father, mine. They all came to the end of their time and in the end, when it's over, all that matters is what you've done.
Hephaistion:
You once said the fear of death drives all men. Are there no other forces? Is there not love in your life, Alexander? What would you do if you ever reached the end of the world? I wonder sometimes, if it's not your mother you run from, so many years, so many miles between you, what is it you fear?
Alexander:
Who knows these things? When I was a child my mother thought me divine; my father, weak. Which am I, Hephaistion? Weak or divine? All I know is I trust only you in this world. I've missed you. I need you. It is you I love, Hephaistion. No other.
Hephaistion:
You still hold you head cocked like that.
Alexander:
[laughing] I have to stop that.
Hephaistion:
No, like a dear listening in the wind you strike me still, Alexander. You have eyes like no other. I sound as stupid as a school boy, but you're everything I care for. And by the sweet breath of Aphrodite I'm so jealous of losing you to this world you want so badly.
Alexander:
You'll never lose me, Hephaistion. I'll be with you always. 'Til the end.
[at a seminar, Charlie Kaufman has asked McKee for advice on his new screenplay in which 'nothing much happens']
Robert McKee:
Nothing happens in the world? Are you out of your fucking mind? People are murdered every day. There's genocide, war, corruption. Every fucking day, somewhere in the world, somebody sacrifices his life to save someone else. Every fucking day, someone, somewhere takes a conscious decision to destroy someone else. People find love, people lose it. For Christ's sake, a child watches her mother beaten to death on the steps of a church. Someone goes hungry. Somebody else betrays his best friend for a woman. If you can't find that stuff in life, then you, my friend, don't know crap about life! And why the FUCK are you wasting my two precious hours with your movie? I don't have any use for it! I don't have any bloody use for it!
Charlie Kaufman:
Okay, thanks.
Ebenezer Scrooge:
[in the graveyard] Must we return to this place? There is something else that I must know, is that not true? Spirit, I know what I must ask. I fear to, but I must. Who was the wretched man whose death brought so much glee and happiness to others? [the spirit points to a headstone, Scrooge begins moving toward it, then turns back, frightened]
Ebenezer Scrooge:
Answer me one more question. Are these the shadows of things that *will* be, or are they the shadows of things that *may* be only? [the spirit points again at the gravestone, Scrooge slowly approaches it]
Ebenezer Scrooge:
These events can be changed! A life can be made right. [he clears the snow from the stone and reads]
Ebenezer Scrooge:
[in tears] Ebenezer Scrooge! Oh please Spirit, no! Hear me, I, I am not the man I was! Why would you show me this if I am past all hope?... [sobbing]
Ebenezer Scrooge:
I, I *will* honor Christmas, and try to keep it all the year! I will live my life in the past, the present and the future. I will not shut out the lessons the spirits have taught me! Tell me that I may sponge out the writing on this stone! [kneeling, clutching at the spirit's robe]
Ebenezer Scrooge:
Oh Spirit, please speak to me!
Will Turner:
Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!
Barbossa:
Don't dare impugn me honor boy! I agreed she go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where. Though it does seem a shame to lose somethin' so fine, don't it, lads?
The Crew:
Aye.
Barbossa:
So I'll be havin' that dress back before ye go.
Jack Sparrow:
I always liked you.
Bo'sun:
Grr...
Elizabeth:
Goes with your black heart.
Barbossa:
Ooh, it's still warm.
The Crew:
Off you go!; Come on!; Get on with it!
Bo'sun:
Too long!
Jack Sparrow:
I really rather hope we were past all this.
Barbossa:
Jack... Jack! Did you not notice? That be the same island we made you the governor of on our last little trip.
Jack Sparrow:
I did notice.
Barbossa:
Perhaps, you'll conjure up another miraculous escape, but I doubt it. Off you go.
Jack Sparrow:
The last time you left me a pistol with one shot.
Barbossa:
By the powers, you're right. Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward.
Jack Sparrow:
Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols.
Barbossa:
It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady; and starve to death yourself.
Jesse:
I know what you mean about wishing somebody wasn't there, though. It's just usually it's myself that I wish I could get away from. Seriously, think about this. I have never been anywhere that I haven't been. I've never had a kiss when I wasn't one of the kissers. Y'know, I've never, um, gone to the movies, when I wasn't there in the audience. I've never been out bowling, if I wasn't there, y'know making some stupid joke. I think that's why so many people hate themselves. Seriously, it's just they are sick to death of being around themselves.
Jesse:
Let's say that you and I were together all the time, then you'd start to hate a lot of my mannerisms. The way every time we would have people over, uh, I'd be insecure, and I'd get a little too drunk. Or, uh, the way I'd tell the same stupid pseudo-intellectual story again, and again. Y'see, I've heard all those stories. So of course I'm sick of myself. But being with you, uh, it's made me feel like I'm somebody else.
The Coroner:
On gross pathology, we have a female Caucasian between sixteen and thirty. The cadaver is presented in two halves with bisection level with the umbilicus. Through and through lacerations of both mouth corners. No visible bruising on the neck. Rectangular abrasions on the wing tips of the sphenoid bones. And, oh! A puncture wound, here, in the palm. On the palm of the right hand. Investigation of upper half abdominal cavity reveals no free-flowing blood. Intestines, stomach, spleen, liver - all removed.
Russ Millard:
Is it all right to smoke, doctor?
The Coroner:
She won't mind. Lower half of cadaver reveals removal of all reproductive organs. Both legs broken at the knee. Questions?
Russ Millard:
What's your best guess?
The Coroner:
Well, here's what she wasn't - she wasn't raped and she wasn't pregnant. In terms of the nitty gritty, the cause of death is either the mouth wound here or she was beaten to death with something like a baseball bat.
Lee Blanchard:
What about her insides?
The Coroner:
They came out posthumously. I'd say then he drained the blood from the body and washed it clean, probably in a bathtub.
[Ethel Rosenberg walks into the room]
Roy Cohn:
Aw, fuck. Ethel.
Ethel Rosenberg:
You don't look so good, Roy.
Roy Cohn:
Well, Ethel. I don't feel so good.
Ethel Rosenberg:
But you lost a lot of weight. That suits you. You were heavy back then. Zaftig, mit hips.
Roy Cohn:
I haven't been that heavy since 1960. We were all heavier back then, before the body thing started. Now I look like a skeleton they stare at.
Ethel Rosenberg:
The shit's really hit the fan, huh, Roy? The fun's just started.
Roy Cohn:
What is this Ethel, Halloween? You trying to scare me? Well you're wasting your time 'cause I'm scarier than you are any day of the week! So beat it, Ethel! Boo! Better dead than red! Somebody trying to shake me up? Hm, hm? From the throne of God in heaven to the belly of hell, you can all fuck yourselves and then go jump in the lake because I am not afraid of you or death or hell or anything!
Ethel Rosenberg:
I'll be seeing you soon, Roy. Julius sends his regards.
Roy Cohn:
Yeah, well send this to Julius! [Roy flips her the bird]
Ethel Rosenberg:
You really are a very sick man, Roy.
[Freck turns on the radio]
Freck Suicide Narrator:
Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed by what was happening around him, decided, finally, to off himself. There was no problem in the circles where he hung out in putting an end to yourself. You just bought a large quantity of downers and took them with some cheap wine. The planning part had to do with the artifacts he wanted found on him by later archeologists. He had spent several days deciding, much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself. He would be found lying on his back, on his bed, with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead and an unfinished letter to Exxon, protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way, he would indite the system, and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself achieved. At the last moment, he changed his mind on a decisive issue and decided to drink the pills with a connoisseur wine, instead of Ripple or Thunderbird. So he set off on one last drive, over to Tiny's Liquors, which specialized in fine wines, and bought a bottle of 2001 Azalea Springs Merlot, which set him back almost seventy dollars. Back home again, he uncorked the wine, let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it, tried to think of something meaningful but could not, and then, with a glass of Merlot, gulped down all the pills at once. However, he had been burned. Instead of quietly suffocating, Charles Freck began to hallucinate. The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed, looking down at him disapprovingly.
Freck:
You gonna read me my sins? [Creature nods]
Freck:
Eh, it's gonna take a hundred thousand hours.
Creature:
Your sins will be read to you ceaselessly, in shifts, throughout eternity. The list will never end.
Creature:
[starts reading] "The Sins of Freck"
Freck Suicide Narrator:
Charles Freck wished he could take back the last half hour of his life.
Creature:
[Creature continues to read] "... theft of fingernail clippers...” "... you did knowingly and with malice...” "... punched your baby sister, Evelyn...” "... December, theft of Christmas presents...” "... one billion lies...”
Freck Suicide Narrator:
One thousand years later, they had reached the sixth grade, the year he had discovered masturbation.
Creature:
[Creature continues to read] "... November fourteenth, Percodan... Vicodin... Cocaine...”
Freck Suicide Narrator:
Charles Freck thought, "At least I got a good wine."
[referring to Philip and his pregnant new wife, Eurydice]
Olympias:
Pregnant, so soon? The little whore. He will marry her in the spring, during Dionysus' festival. And when her first son is born, her sweet Uncle Attalus will convince Phillip to name the boy his successor. And you will be sent on some impossible mission against some barbarous northern tribe, to be mutilated in one more meaningless battle. And I, no longer Queen, will be put to death with your sister and the remaining members of our family.
Alexander:
I wish sometimes you could see the light, mother. The truth is he's taken from you nothing that you've not been long without.
Olympias:
The only way is to strike. Announce your marriage to a Macedonian, now! Beget a child of pure blood. He would be one of them, not mine. And he would have no choice but to make you king. Eurydice was perfect! If your father, that pig, had not ravaged her first...
Alexander:
Say nothing more of my father! Do you hear me? Say nothing!
Olympias:
You're right. Forgive me. A mother loves too much.
Detective James Carter:
Sister we appreciate you doing this!
Sister Agnes:
My pleasure!
Chief Inspector Lee:
Sister Agnes please ask who sent him? [asks in french]
French Assassin:
[speaks french]
Sister Agnes:
He says your both making a big mistake,that one day youll beg for mercy, he also said...
Chief Inspector Lee:
What? Oh please sister we have to know.
Detective James Carter:
There's lives at stake.
Sister Agnes:
Well he used the N word
Detective James Carter:
What? The N word you tell this little mother...
Chief Inspector Lee:
Carter, shes a nun.
Detective James Carter:
Sister you tell this piece of S word, that I will personally F word him up.
French Assassin, Sister Agnes:
[speaks french to assassin] [speaks french to sister Agnes]
Detective James Carter:
Did he say negro?
Sister Agnes:
He used the N word, but this time he mentioned your grandmother.
Detective James Carter:
You tell him that his mama's an H.
Chief Inspector Lee:
Carter I believe whore is spelled with an W.
Detective James Carter:
Right W, and his sister's a W and his grandmama is a two bit W who makes double cause she got no teeth you tell him I said that.
French Assassin, Sister Agnes:
[speaks french to assassin] [speaks french to Sister Agnes]
Chief Inspector Lee:
Did he say it again?
Sister Agnes:
No, this time he called this gentleman a word that means cat and another word that rhymes with maggot.
Chief Inspector Lee:
What? Well you can tell him hes a A.W.
Detective James Carter:
Ugh, Lee hole is spelled with an H.
Sister Agnes:
I have a dictionary upstairs.
Chief Inspector Lee:
Just call him an asshole!
Sister Agnes:
[assassin speaks french] He says you been both marked for death like Han and the girl.
Alex Jones:
"You can't fight city hall." "Death and taxes." "Don't talk about politics or religion." This is all the equivalent of enemy propaganda, rolling across the picket line. "Lay down, GI! Lay down, GI!". We saw it all through the 20th Century. And now on the 21st Century, it's time to stand up and realize, that we should NOT allow ourselves to be crammed into this rat maze. We should not SUBMIT to dehumanization. I don't know about you, but I'm concerned with what's happening in this world. I'm concerned with the structure. I'm concerned with the systems of control. Those that control my life, and those that seek to control it EVEN MORE! I want FREEDOM! That's what I want, and that's what YOU should want! It's up to each and every one of us to turn loose of just some of the greed, the hatred, the envy, and yes, the insecurities, because that is the central mode of control, make us feel pathetic, small, so we'll willingly give up our sovereignty, our liberty, our destiny. We have GOT to realize we're being conditioned on a mass scale. Start challenging this corporate slave state! The 21st Century's gonna be a new century! Not the century of slavery, not the century of lies and issues of no significance, of classism and statism, and all the rest of the modes of control... it's gonna be the age of humankind, standing up for something PURE and something RIGHT! What a bunch of garbage, liberal, Democratic, conservative, Republican, it's all there to control you, two sides of the same coin! Two management teams, bidding for control of the CEO job of Slavery Incorporated! The TRUTH is out there in front of you, but they lay out this buffet of LIES! I'm SICK of it, and I'M NOT GONNA TAKE A BITE OUT OF IT! DO YA GOT ME? Resistance is NOT futile, we're gonna win this thing, humankind is too good, WE'RE NOT A BUNCH OF UNDERACHIEVERS, WE'RE GONNA STAND UP, AND WE'RE GONNA BE HUMAN BEINGS! WE'RE GONNA GET FIRED UP ABOUT THE REAL THINGS, THE THINGS THAT MATTER - CREATIVITY, AND THE *DYNAMIC* *HUMAN* *SPIRIT* THAT REFUSES TO *SUBMIT*! WELL THAT'S IT, that's all I've got to say. It's in your court now.
Arthur Weasley:
[after the trio is nearly hit by several Stunning Spells] Stop! That's my son! [he runs up to the kids]
Arthur Weasley:
Ron, Harry, Hermione are you alright?
Ron:
We came back for Harry.
Barty Crouch:
[Whipping out his wand and pointing it threateningly between the three kids] Which of you conjured it?
Arthur Weasley:
Barty, you can't be serious...
Barty Crouch:
DO NOT LIE! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!
Harry:
Crime?
Arthur Weasley:
Barty, they're just kids.
Harry:
What crime?
Hermione:
It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's HIS Mark.
Harry:
[glances up at the huge skull and snake in the air] Voldemort? Those people, in the masks, they're his too aren't they? His followers.
Arthur Weasley:
Death Eaters.
Barty Crouch:
[to the rest of the Ministry Wizards] Follow me.
Harry:
Uh, there was a man, earlier. [he points in the direction where he saw Crouch, Jr]
Harry:
There.
Barty Crouch:
All of you, this way!
Arthur Weasley:
A man, Harry? Who was he?
Harry:
I don't know. I didn't see his face.
