Tommy 'Buns' Bundy:
Once I found out the clock was ticking, it's get the glock, I'mma stick him, nah, kill 'em cause revenge is all a nigga think about in the end, but I'm goin' on a binge, brother, to my sins. Fuck y'all niggas. Born by myself, die by myself. Place the triggers. And if you don't know don't know what it's gon' be in the end... T minus 3, 2, 1... Amen.
Rob Moore:
The last person to come out here and not know the password was found with an arrow in his forehead and burned to death. And do you know why he was found burned with an arrow in his head?
Jack Loot:
I got it! He was juggling apples, but there was this girl there and he really wanted to impress her. So he picked out some sharp arrows and started juggling those. Now, the girl was like, "Oh Honey, you're so brave, please be careful!" And he was all like, "Don't worry, I'm a trained professional, I do this all the time, baby!" But the thing is, he was also a chain smoker, so he had a cigarette hanging from his lips when he was saying all this. Next thing ya know, cigarette falls from his lips and goes under his shirt, catches fire - then while in mid-air, the arrow falls! He's so concerned about the fire in his shirt that he forgets about the arrows at first. But then he looks up and Wham! No longer is he just burning, but now he also has an arrow in his head! That's what happened, isn't it? That's the sad sick chain reaction of events that took that poor man's life, isn't it, Rob?
Rob Moore:
No, he gave an incorrect password!
Jack Loot:
Well that was my third choice.
Jetfire:
Somewhere buried in this desert, our ancestors build a great machine. It harvests Energon by destroying suns.
Sam Witwicky:
Destroy suns?
Leo:
You mean blow them up?
Jetfire:
Yes! You see, in the beginning, there were seven Primes, our original leaders. And they set out into the universe, seeking distant suns to harvest. The Primes set out with one rule: never destroy a planet with life. Until one of them tried to defy this rule. And his name was, forevermore, the Fallen... [projects a hologram and narrates the events seen within]
Jetfire:
He despised the human race, and he wanted to kill you all by turning on that machine. The only way to activate it is with a legendary key called the Matrix of Leadership. A great battle took place over the possession of the Matrix. The Fallen was stronger than his brothers, so they had no choice but to steal and hide it from him. In the ultimate sacrifice, they gave their lives to seal the Matrix away in a tomb made of their very own bodies. A tomb we cannot find. [shuts off the hologram]
Jetfire:
Somewhere, buried in this desert, that deadly machine remains. The Fallen knows where it is, and if he finds the Tomb of the Primes, you world will be no more.
Tom Ripley:
First of all I know there's something. That evening when we played chess for instance it was obvious.
Dickie Greenleaf:
What evening?
Tom Ripley:
Oh sure, no, no, it's too dangerous for you to take on. Oh, no, no, we're brothers. Hey. And then you do this sordid thing with Marge. Fucking her on the boat so we all have to listen. Which was excruciating! And you follow your cock around and now you're getting married! I'm bewildered, forgive me. You're lying to Marge and then you're getting married to her. You're knocking up Silvana. You're ruining everybody. You wanna play the sax, you wanna play the drums. What is it, Dickie? What do you actually want?
Dickie Greenleaf:
Who are you? Huh? Some third class loser? Who are you? Who are you to say anything to me? Who are you to tell me anything? Actually I really, really don't want to be on this boat with you. I can't move without you moving. Gives me the creeps. You give me the creeps!
Merle Hammond:
[Gwen has stolen Hammond's car from his country club, after forcing him into the trunk at gunpoint] ... You know, if you wanted to drive my car, you could have just asked... [She waves a revolver in his face]
Merle Hammond:
... Do you even know how to use that thing?
Gwen Saticoy:
My boyfriend's a cop. What do you think? [She forces him into a cage, in the back of her Range-Rover]
Merle Hammond:
...Is this about money? Ransom? Extortion? The usual motives for kidnapping?
Gwen Saticoy:
Well, I never considered that option before. But now that you mention it, do you know anyone who'd actually pay to get you back?
Merle Hammond:
All right, then... Is this about revenge?
Gwen Saticoy:
No, it is not about revenge or punishment... although, for what you put my mother through on the stand, I should rip your tongue out!... If this is about anything, it's finding out what makes you tick.
Merle Hammond:
If that's all there is to it, I can tell you everything over a bottle of brandy. I seldom do my best work in a dog kennel.
Gwen Saticoy:
No, I'm sure you do your best work in a litter box.
Alabama:
I had to come all the way from the highway and byways of Tallahassee, Florida to MotorCity, Detroit to find my true love. If you gave me a million years to ponder, I would never have guessed that true romance and Detroit would ever go together. And til this day, the events that followed all still seems like a distant dream. But the dream was real and was to change our lives forever. I kept asking Clarence why our world seemed to be collapsing and things seemed to be getting so shitty. And he'd say, "that's the way it goes, but don't forget, it goes the other way too." That's the way romance is... Usually, that's the way it goes, but every once in awhile, it goes the other way too.
Irwin Blitzer:
Come on, Kurt, what you're doing here is wrong, and you know it! Now if this is about you and me, let's lay it all down now. All right, sixteen years ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life: I cheated. I was stupid. I embarrassed myself, I embarrassed my country, my friends, my family, my teammates, [points to Kurt]
Irwin Blitzer:
and my coach. Hey, if it's revenge you want, take it. Go ahead, disqualify me, banish me! Do whatever you want, but do it to me! It was me who let you down, Kurt! It wasn't my guys! They've done everything you've asked of them! And they did it with all of you laughing in their face. Hey, it doesn't matter tomorrow if they come in first or fiftieth. Those guys have earned the right to walk into that stadium and wave their nation's flag. That's the single greatest honor an athlete can ever have. That's what the Olympics are all about. Sixteen years ago I forgot that. Don't you go and do the same.
[last lines]
Tom:
If you would have asked me a month ago, why I was making this fanfilm, I really don't know what I would have said. For the experience, recognition, chance at fame... stupid excuse to make a lightsaber duel? Revenge would have been my most honest answer, but still not the right one. The real reason for anyone, ANYONE to make a fanfilm, in my opinion - Man, just have fun. My film isn't going to change the world, I understand that. But I learned a lot, and I had a lot of laughs because I made it with my friends. And if you're not having fun... why are you making this fanfilm in the first place? Who cares if your film's not perfect? Who cares what other viewers or some stupid short-sighted radio critic says on some flashy website? Sometimes you have to step back and say, "Hey, it's only a movie."
Jesse James:
Hey Doc, I was wonderin' if, eh, later this evening I could come by?
Doc Mimms:
You're always welcome here, Jesse.
Jesse James:
Yeah, I know, Doc, but well, I was thinking maybe I could come by and take Zee out. Some place near, with other folk. Near here, but... [clears throat]
Jesse James:
Out.
Doc Mimms:
That's fine by me, Jesse.
Frank:
[with a grin] Oh, no worries, sir, I'll make sure they're properly chaperoned!
Doc Mimms:
Why that hadn't even occurred to me, Frank. I am deeply in your debt.