Mark Wiener:
People always end up the way they started out. No one ever changes. They think they do but they don't. If you're the depressed type now that's the way you'll always be. If you're the mindless happy type now, that's the way you'll be when you grow up. You might lose some weight, your face may clear up, get a body tan, breast enlargement, a sex change, it makes no difference. Essentially, from in front, from behind. Whether you're 13 or 50, you will always be the same.
'Mark' Aviva Victor:
Are you the same?
Mark Wiener:
Yeah.
'Mark' Aviva Victor:
Are you glad you're the same?
Mark Wiener:
It doesn't matter if I'm glad. There's no freewill. I mean, I have no choice but to chose what I choose, to do as I do, to live as I live. Ultimately, we're all just robots programmed abritrarily by nature's genetic code
'Mark' Aviva Victor:
Isn't there any hope?
Mark Wiener:
For what? We hope or despair because of the way we've been programmed. Genes and randomness, that's all there is and none of it matters.
'Mark' Aviva Victor:
Does that mean you're never going get married and have children?
Mark Wiener:
I have no anent desire to get married or have kids. But that's beyond my control. Really, it makes no difference. Since the planet's fast running out of natural resources and we won't make it into the next century.
'Mark' Aviva Victor:
What if you're wrong? What if there is a God?
Mark Wiener:
That makes me feel better.
Sniper:
[narrating] Waiting is something done in the anticipation of a personal benefit. The accusation of something needed or wanted, only attained through the sacrifice of personal time. However, when time is all that ones owns, is its offering still assumed to be waiting? Is it still a sacrifice if it is one's desire to rid himself of his perpetual torment? No. It no longer serves as waiting if it is one's utmost desire to spend it in linger. Other motives seep into play, other feelings, other cravings. It becomes a hunt. Time is spent, in actuality, no waiting, but formulating, plotting, devising methods of snatching what he yearns for as soon as it comes into view. And when the hunted is naïve, the strong only becomes stronger. Peaceful meadows will be turned into a wasteland. He has left his den like a lion seeking its prey. And their land will be made desolate by the sword of the enemy and the Lord's fierce anger.
Mary Boleyn:
[as she enters the room] Anne.
Anne Boleyn:
I meant to come sooner. I'm sorry I did not. I've been kept occupied.
Mary Boleyn:
So I hear: amusing the king.
Anne Boleyn:
Only that sister, I assure you; despite his best efforts...
Mary Boleyn:
What, and not yours?
Anne Boleyn:
[is silent for a moment] How is it? [glances towards Mary's belly]
Mary Boleyn:
The child is strong, gives me no rest, like his father.
Anne Boleyn:
Do you feel as awful as you look? You know, in France, no woman would allow herself to get in such a state.
Mary Boleyn:
Why did you come Anne, if all you desire is to torment me?
Anne Boleyn:
Perhaps now you know how it feels: to be deceived by your sister.
Mary Boleyn:
I did nothing.
Anne Boleyn:
You stole the king away, and then you betrayed me over Henry Percy!
Mary Boleyn:
If that's what you think fine tell yourself that!
Anne Boleyn:
I did sister, every day and every night I was in exile.
King's Messenger:
[Messenger walks in, holding a gift] A gift, from the king.
Anne Boleyn:
Give it to my sister.
King's Messenger:
It's for you mistress Anne.
Anne Boleyn:
Me? Then send it back! Immediately! [looks at Mary]
Anne Boleyn:
How dare he! See? I have your interest at heart.
Mary Boleyn:
Why? Why this cruelty? You know I love him.
Anne Boleyn:
Well perhaps you should stop.
Galadriel:
It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race. But they were all of them deceived, for a new ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all. One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword. And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared another bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him. The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind; and in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all...
An-Mei:
I tell you the story because I was raised the Chinese way. I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other people's misery, and to eat my own bitterness. And even though I taught my daughter the opposite, still she came out the same way. Maybe it is because she was born to me and she was born a girl, and I was born to my mother and I was born a girl, all of us like stairs, one step after another, going up, going down, but always going the same way. No, this cannot be, this not knowing what you're worth, this not begin with you. My mother not know her worth until too late - too late for her, but not for me. Now we will see if not too late for you, hmm?
Interviewer:
Sir, how often should one evacuate one's bowels?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg:
One should never, ever, interrupt one's desire to defecate. I have inquired at the Bronx and London Zoos as to the daily bowel evacuations of primates. It is not once, twice, or three times, sir, but four. At the end of an average day, their cages are filled with a veritable mountain of natural health.
Interviewer:
And, sex?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg:
Sex is the sewer drain of a healthy body, sir! Any use of the sexual act other than procreation is a waste of vital energy! Wasted seeds are wasted lives!
Interviewer:
Uh, eating meat?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg:
"He that killeth the ox is as if he slew a man." Each juicy morsel of meat is alive, and swarming with the same filth as found in the carcass of a dead rat. Meat eaters, sir, are drowning in a tide of gore. What is a sausage? A sausage is an indigestible balloon of decayed beef, riddled with tuberculosis. Eat and die! For I have seen many a repentant meat glutton his body full of uric acid and remorse, his soul adrift on the raft in the ocean of poisonous slime, sloshin' against the walls of the body's kitchen.
Interviewer:
Smoking?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg:
The liver is the only thing standing between the smoker and death! Also certain other things have to be avoided... like, uh, feather beds, and romantic novels... and the, uh, touching of one's organs. Masturbation is the silent killer of the night! The vilest sin of self-pollution! It is the sin of Onan!
Interviewer:
Uh, Dr. Kellogg, how did you come to invent the corn flake?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg:
The corn flake, sir, is just one of my 75 creations for heathy livin', among them peanut butter and the electric blanket.
Interviewer:
And what about your imitators? There are 103 other corn flakes presently being manufactured here in Battle Creek!
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg:
Sir, corn is the injuns gift to the new world, and the corn flake is my gift to the entire world.
Interviewer:
And what do you think about your brother?
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg:
My brother, W.K. Kellogg, worked for me as a low-paid assistant for many years. Now he's off on his own and amassin' fortunes with my corn flake invention. Unfortunately, he has chosen the family name to promote it. But the whole world knows only one Kellogg: me, Dr. John Harvey Kellogg! Surgeon, inventor, author, and crusader for biological livin'! I do not seek monetary rewards, for I am called to a greater glory. Here at the Battle Creek Sanitarium, the spirits soar, the mind is educated, and the bowels - -the bowels are born again!
[Ford is trying to convince Vera to sleep with the Count for money]
Ford:
I'm a mentor. I'm not a hustler. I'm a conduit, I'm a circuit. Listen... Listen to me very carefully. My whole mission on this planet right now in relation to you is to introduce you to yourself. You know that. You're a deeply sexual human being. You have major erotic power. The easiest thing, and the most selfish, would be to convince you to lend yourself to one person, even if that one person was myself. That would be suffocating to you, and ignoble of me. That's what a hustler would do, and I refuse to hustle. I'm looking to lead you down the path of Ovid and Sappho, D.H. Lawrence, Edna Saint Vincent Millay, to say nothing of the whole hip-hop revolution. It's the path of the Bible: "Seek and you shall find. Know thyself". You're so ready right now to open yourself to discover your capacity for multiple men; multiple in the sense of at least a few. Maybe not at the same time, but sequentially. And - I know I'm getting ahead of myself here and you might not want to hear this because you're at least a year away from being there - but at some point you gonna be ready to explore women. And enjoy them. They already desire you all the time; you're just oblivious to it. But that's down the road, let's stick to the present for now: all that I'm asking is that you meet the Count...
Vera:
[interrupting him] Set it up.
Ford:
[not believing his ears] Really?