Jack Peterson:
Tell me something pleasant about the dick, tell me something romantic.
Alan:
Romantic? [pause. Both descend onto sliding board tracks]
Alan:
Well, I mean, I guess I could describe what it's like to be inside of a woman. I don't know if I have the verbal elegance to illustrate such a feeling; I don't know if Walt Whitman coulda done it. [beat]
Alan:
But there's this moment, man, when you first slide inside of a woman and your cock is coated with this wet, wonderful warmth that - it's unlike anything you've ever felt before. And the vagina, Jack, the warm, wet wonderful vagina. Even though it's, it's clasped around the cock and it's slathering its juices up and down the dick, it affects your entire body. It's like the vagina is just sending this surge of energy from her body into yours through your dick which acts like a conductor, or if you're not completely erect, like a semi-conductor. But the vagina is this microwave oven, man, and it is just sending that energy from her body into yours, and then, sucking yours back up inside of hers with it. I mean, it's almost, it's almost symbiotic. It's, it's like you've got these two bodies, a boy and a girl connected, to form one person. Connected by the dick.
Mikaela Banes:
Okay, so how do we stop him?
Jetfire:
Only a Prime can defeat The Fallen.
Sam Witwicky:
Optimus Prime? [Jetfire leans forward to look at Sam]
Jetfire:
So you've met a Prime? Why, you must have met a great descendant. Is he alive, here on this planet?
Sam Witwicky:
He sacrificed himself to save me.
Jetfire:
So he's dead. Without a Prime, it's impossible. No one else could have stopped The Fallen.
Sam Witwicky:
So, the same energy that's gonna be used to reactivate the machine... could that energy somehow be used to reactive Optimus and bring him back to life?
Jetfire:
It was never designed for that purpose, but it's an energy like no other.
Sam Witwicky:
So, then how do you get us to the Matrix before the Decepticons get to me?
Jetfire:
Follow your mind, your map, your symbols! What you carved in the sand, it's your clue: "When dawn lights the Dagger's Tip, Three Kings will reveal the doorway!" Find the doorway! Go now! GO! That was my mission! It's YOUR mission now! Go before the Decepticons find me and find you! [Sam, Mikaela, Leo, Simmons, Bumblebee and the Twins leave]
Cliff:
Sometimes it seems like... like nothing exists until we get there, until we put our eyes on it. Like the whole fucking world was manufactured for our wants and needs, ya know?
Cydney:
You think there'll be a nice sunset?
Cliff:
I mean like if I take, if I just turn my head... ya know. For just a minute and... but don't tell me, but does everything just stop? Just shut down... go in to some energy saving hibernation mode, till I choose to reactivate them by simply... [makes a machinery sound while turning head around]
Cydney:
You should say sweet stuff to me sometimes.
Cliff:
How many times do I need to tell you? If there's anyone in this world that I could love, it's you. Why is that never enough?
Cydney:
Just forget about it.
Cliff:
Look... you helped create this fevered dream of immortality. You are the privileged witness who's gonna help me lead a hundred different lives. It's you.
Cydney:
Look, I get it... I know that in some bend way, your need for detachment fits my need for attachment, that's it. It's fitting fucking and fucking fit... I get it, okay? Let's stop lying to ourselves, okay?
Cliff:
I'm not lying now... I love the idea of loving you.
Cydney:
And I love hearing it.
Dr. Warren Koven:
The human voice is not real complex. It's a sound that nature has very little difficulty mimicking. Now, what I'm gonna play for you is real. It was recorded in a farmhouse in the Berkshires, 1976. [He begins typing on his computer]
Dr. Warren Koven:
It was heard by multiple witnesses, caught on tape, sworn to in an affidavit. Okay? It's the real McCoy. Uh, please. [He beckons Becket over, and Becket slides his chair to sit near the computer. Koven starts a brief audio file that sounds like someone sighing or whispering]
Dr. Warren Koven:
Isn't that amazing? This is an authentic aural event. Now, that's probably what we call a chi cluster. It's a build-up of chi field energy then released into the sonic spectrum.
Bryan Becket:
But it's not words.
Dr. Warren Koven:
What do you mean?
Bryan Becket:
How does it come out as words? You know? In an intelligent sentence structure.
Dr. Warren Koven:
Well, it doesn't. I mean, maybe it does once in a million, like those monkeys typing sonnets, but...
Bryan Becket:
No, but it did. For me. The voice that I heard spoke. It did not just say oooh ahhh, it said something like, "An old trunk." And it kept repeating it, over and over. "An old trunk," or "In an old trunk." As if to suggest that I...
Vinny Gambini:
[Vinny hears a drip in the motel bathroom] Weren't you the last one to use the bathroom?
Lisa:
So?
Vinny Gambini:
Well, did you use the faucet?
Lisa:
Yeah.
Vinny Gambini:
Then why didn'tcha turn it off?
Lisa:
I DID turn it off!
Vinny Gambini:
Well, if you turned it off, why am I listening to it?
Lisa:
Did it ever occur to you it could be turned off AND drip at the same time?
Vinny Gambini:
No. Because if you'd turned it off, it wouldn't drip!
Lisa:
Maybe it's broken.
Vinny Gambini:
Is that what you're saying? It's broken?
Lisa:
Yeah. That's it, it's broken.
Vinny Gambini:
You sure?
Lisa:
I'm positive.
Vinny Gambini:
Maybe you didn't twist it hard enough.
Lisa:
I twisted it just right.
Vinny Gambini:
How could you be so sure?
Lisa:
[sighs] If you will look in the manual, you will see that this particular model faucet requires a range of 10 to 16 foot-pounds of torque. I routinely twist the maximum allowable torquage.
Vinny Gambini:
Well, how could you be sure you used 16 foot-pounds of torque?
Lisa:
Because I used a Craftsman model 1019 Laboratory Edition Signature Series torque wrench. The kind used by Caltech high energy physicists. And NASA engineers.
Vinny Gambini:
Well, in that case, how can you be sure THAT's accurate?
Lisa:
Because a split second before the torque wrench was applied to the faucet handle, it had been calibrated by top members of the state AND federal Department of Weights and Measures... to be dead on balls accurate! [She rips a page out of a magazine and hands it to him]
Lisa:
Here's the certificate of validation.
Vinny Gambini:
Dead on balls accurate?
Lisa:
It's an industry term.
Vinny Gambini:
[tosses paper away] I guess the fucking thing is broken.
