Gustavo Brambila: You people, you think you can just buy your way into this. You cannot do it that way. Jim Barrett: Alright... Gustavo Brambila: You have to have it in your blood, you have to grow up with the soil underneath your nails, the smell of the grapes in the air that you breathe. The cultivation of the vine was an art form. The refinement of the vine is a religion that requires pain and desire and sacrifice.
Gregory Talbot: You don't desire me. You're just confused... and lonely... and horny.
Todd Bowden: All great achievements arose from dissatisfaction. It is the desire to do better, to dig deeper that propels a civilization to greatness. All of us have heard the story of Icarus, the young boy who took the wings his father built for him. Wings that were meant to carry him over the ocean to freedom and used them instead for a joyride. For a brief moment Icarus felt what it was like to live like a god, to touch the sun, to soar above the common man. And for doing so he payed the ultimate price. Like Icarus we too have been given gifts: knowledge, education, experience. And with these gifts comes the responsibility of choice. We alone decide how our talents are bestowed upon the world. This is our destiny and we hold it in the palm of our hands.
Pastor Strauss: It is the desire of Caleb and Catherine to establish their vows from this point on as a covenant, and not a contract. For marriage is a sacred institution established by God and one that is meant to last for life. Caleb, in the presence of God and these witnesses, do you come today to freely and unconditionally commit to this covenant marriage with Catherine? Caleb Holt: I do. Pastor Strauss: And Catherine, do you come today to freely and unconditionally commit to this covenant marriage to Caleb? Catherine Holt: I do. With all my heart.
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.
Colonel Brandon: Your sister seems very happy. Elinor Dashwood: Yes. Marianne does not approve of hiding her emotions. In fact, her romantic prejudices have the unfortunate tendency to set propriety at naught. Colonel Brandon: She is wholly unspoilt. Elinor Dashwood: Rather too unspoilt, in my view. The sooner she becomes acquainted with the ways of the world, the better. Colonel Brandon: I knew a lady very like your sister - the same impulsive sweetness of temper - who was forced into, as you put it, a better acquaintance with the world. The result was only ruination and despair. Do not desire it, Miss Dashwood.
Nasir: [a Saracen knight yells at Balian in Arabic] He says, that is his horse. Balian of Ibelin: Why would it be his horse? Nasir: Because it is on his land. Balian of Ibelin: I took this horse from the sea. Nasir: [Nasir translates, the knight yells again] He says you are a great liar and he will fight you because you are a liar. Balian of Ibelin: I have no desire to fight. Nasir: Then you must give him the horse. [Balian draws his sword]
Ned Riffle: I want adventure. I want romance. Bill McCabe: Ned, there is no such thing as adventure. There's no such thing as romance. There's only trouble and desire. Ned Riffle: Trouble and desire. Bill McCabe: That's right. And the funny thing is, when you desire something you immediately get into trouble. And when you're in trouble you don't desire anything at all. Ned Riffle: I see. Bill McCabe: It's impossible. Ned Riffle: It's ironic. Bill McCabe: It's a fucking tragedy is what it is, Ned.
Gabe: What happened after the honeymoon? Did desire grow or did familiarity make partners want other lovers? Was the notion of ever-deepening romance a myth along with simultaneous orgasm? The only time Rifkin and his wife experienced one was when they were granted their divorce. Maybe in the end, the idea was not to expect too much out of life.
Dr. Claudio Costa: It is incredible what a rider filled with irrational desire can achieve.
Droz: Ok, now it's true, the majority of students today are so cravenly PC, they wouldn't know a good time if it was sitting on their face, but there's one thing that will always unite us and them. They're young. They may not realize it yet. They've got the same raging hormones, the same self-destructive desire to get boldly trashed and wildly out of control. Look out that window! That's not a protest! That is cry for help! They're begging us... [shouts] Droz: Please have a party! Feed us drinks! [Continues shouting] Droz: Get us laid! Aahhhhhh!
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.
Seymour: Let the machine get it, I have no desire to talk to anyone who might be calling me.
Denethor: [to Faramir, about his loyalty] Ever you desire to appear lordly and gracious as a king of old. Boromir would have remembered his father's need. He would have brought me a kingly gift. Faramir: Boromir would not have brought the Ring. He would have stretched out his hand to this thing, and taking it, he would have fallen. Denethor: You know nothing of this matter! Faramir: He would have kept it for his own! And when he returned, you would not have known your son. Denethor: [jumping up angrily] Boromir was loyal to me! Not some wizard's pupil! [Denethor cries and falls back into his chair; Faramir approaches him] Faramir: Father? [Denethor looks over Faramir's shoulder and smiles] Denethor: My son! [an image of Boromir appears behind Faramir. Boromir smiles and then the image fades. Denethor is left looking at Faramir. His mood shifts back to anger] Denethor: Leave me! [Faramir hesitates and departs]
Clown: I never do it with whores. You start out with a burning desire and then you end up the next day with a burning sensation if you know what I mean...
Bobby Sands: If they aren't able to destroy the desire for freedom, they won't break you.
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...
Lenina Huxley: The exchange of bodily fluids, do you know what that leads to? John Spartan: Yeah, I do! Kids, smoking, a desire to raid the fridge.
Jay Austin: The desire for my heart is to finish well.
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?
Shaun San Dena: [possessed by the Lamia] I desire the SOUL of Christine Brown. We will FEAST upon it while she festers in the grave!
Alex: To be brutally honest, I think you have a morbid desire to burn in hell.
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?
Orlando De Boys: I do desire we may be better strangers.
One hopes to find out about the [movie] you're in while you're doing it, not several years later, which is usually when I find out. I'm like, 'Wow, that was a dud! I didn't know, nobody would tell me!' I've done things for certain reasons, but it [comes from] thinking on your feet... Sometimes actors do things not because we have a great desire [for it], but because it's work, and I'm starting to wonder about that.
Paola Franco: Desire begins in the mind.
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