Carter Chambers:
[in his letter to Edward] Dear Edward, I've gone back and forth the last few days trying to decide whether or not I should even write this. In the end, I realized I would regret it if I didn't, so here it goes. I know the last time we saw each other, we weren't exactly hitting the sweetest notes-certain wasn't the way I wanted the trip to end. I suppose I'm responsible and for that, I'm sorry. But in all honestly, if I had the chance, I'd do it again. Virginia said I left a stranger and came back a husband; I owe that to you. There's no way I can repay you for all you've done for me, so rather than try, I'm just going to ask you to do something else for me-find the joy in your life. You once said you're not everyone. Well, that's true-you're certainly not everyone, but everyone is everyone. My pastor always says our lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. Find the joy in your life, Edward. My dear friend, close your eyes and let the waters take you home.
Marty Preston:
But, Doc, you don't know what I've been through.
Doc Wallace:
You feel like the whole world's against you, huh? See that picture up there? That's Sam's parents. There's Eddie the father, Claira the mother, and that little ittie-bittie thing, that's Sam.
Marty Preston:
[Looking at the picture] I never seen a picture of them.
Doc Wallace:
Claira was... my princess.
Marty Preston:
[Turns back to Doc, listening carefully]
Doc Wallace:
We were babysitting Sam the... uh... night of the accident. And I'll never forget Social Services. [Takes off his glasses]
Doc Wallace:
Oh, yes, they jumped all over us. They said we were... that we were too old to raise a child. That we didn't have financial stability. [Puts glasses back on]
Doc Wallace:
Which I thought it was a joke cause I'd been practicing medicine for forty years.
Marty Preston:
But, you were able to keep her, weren't you?
Doc Wallace:
Yeah, after a hell of a fight. It was the love of Sam that gave us our strength. We would have sacraficed anything... to keep her. You see, sometimes, the greatests test of love... is how much you're willing to fight for it. You think about that. This dog... is gonna need a lot of love. Go get him. [Marty picks up Shiloh and turns to leave]
Doc Wallace:
Marty? [Marty turns back to face Doc]
Doc Wallace:
I love you. [Marty smiles then leaves with Shiloh. Doc watches Marty leave. He then looks up at the picture of Sam and her parents. He then shuts his eyes and puts one of his hands on his head in sadness]
Hannibal Lecter:
First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?
Clarice Starling:
He kills women...
Hannibal Lecter:
No. That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by killing?
Clarice Starling:
Anger, um, social acceptance, and, huh, sexual frustrations, sir...
Hannibal Lecter:
No! He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer now.
Clarice Starling:
No. We just...
Hannibal Lecter:
No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don't you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don't your eyes seek out the things you want?
Ethan:
[singing] I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm the kind of guy who will, not insist that you go on the Pi-ill, I'm cool with splitting the bi-ill, and I'll kill who you want me to KILL! And you can smack my bottom, I don't got no condoms, we've got a lot in common, you and me. Don't you see, don't you see, d-d-d-d-don't you see, my heart is bea-beat-ing, t-t-ting, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-OH! Angela! Oh how I need you so. Cause your eyes are like two shining blue rockets in the night, come to take me away, come abduct me, or maybe you won't, and you'll wake up when I cry, and don't let me hurt you, just by accident, I probably won't, but just in case I do, maybe - AH! Fudge.
[Jack, with the appearance of a 68-year old but only 17 years old, arrives at his graduation ceremony]
Lawrence Woodruff:
[addressing the audience] I would like to present, to read the graduation speech, this year's Valedictorian: Mr Jack Charles Powell... [a round of applause approves of this choice]
Jack:
[taking the stand] Thank you... Aristotle. [Due to his aged condition he has to take out spectacles to read the speech]
Eric's Brother:
Go Jack! Go get them!
Jack:
I got it, Eric, I'm cool... I don't have very much time these days so I'll make it quick. Like my life. You know, as we come to the end of this phase of our lives, we find ourselves trying to remember the good times and trying to forget the bad times, and we find ourselves thinking about the future. We start to worry , thinking, "What am I gonna do? Where am I gonna be in ten years?" But I say to you, "Hey, look at me!" Please, don't worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day... make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did. I made it, Mom. I'm a grown-up.
Klopfer:
And how is it you speak Hebrew? Or is it only Yiddish you speak?
Adolf Eichmann:
Well, I lived among them, I worked among them, and I picked up a few words; Jewish, Yiddish, not enough to speak. So I went in search of a rabbi - rabbi means "teacher", I came to find out - Look, may I tell you the Lord's honest truth? So many of our highest-ranking officers, whose responsibility it is to deal with the Israelites, they make no attempt to get inside the Jewish head - I went to visit this rabbi - old man, long beard - in his one-room flat. And when he saw me, his eyes grew as large as hen's eggs. I asked him to teach me his language, and he agreed, and he said that he would, but that he would charge me - of course. So, I applied to my commander for funds, and I was denied; now, I've run into this opposition all my life, so I paid my own money - very little, not much. And he taught me some vocabulary, letters of the alphabet. But looking back, I realize it was poor judgment on my part, because I could have so easily had the old man arrested - put into prison - and demanded lessons from him, in his cell, free of charge. One day, he was rounded up and shipped off because he had gone out unadvisedly. And I thought "That's so stupid... why are they so stupid?" Didn't he know that I would have protected him? At least until my lessons were complete.
Arthur:
[kneeling over Lancelot's body, looking up to the sky] It was my life to be taken! Not this! Never this! [as Bors, Galahad, and Gawain approach, bearing Tristan's body]
Arthur:
My brave knights, I have failed you. I neither took you off this island, nor shared your fate.
Merlin:
[to Arthur] No fate is shared. [to other knights, and more confident]
Merlin:
No fate is shared.
Bors:
They chose their own fate. [turning to Galahad, he spoke more assuredly]
Bors:
As did we all. [quietly, facing Arthur]
Bors:
As did we all. [Arthur's eyes drift to the sword briefly, and back to Lucan who looks down sadly]
Arthur:
One day you'll be strong enough. And you'll come back for it.
Rocky Balboa Jr.:
[after Rocky and Rocky Jr. run up the steps, and Rocky Jr. beats Rocky up the steps] Come dad you can do better then that.
Rocky Balboa:
Oh no way... It's like these steps keep growing taller every year, my goodness. [Rocky looks at the steps]
Rocky Balboa:
I can't believe it kid, this is where it all started for me. Runnin' up and these steps you know...
Rocky Balboa Jr.:
[Looks at his watch] Dad we're gonna be late.
Rocky Balboa:
Oh right... Hey kid what's wrong with your ear?
Rocky Balboa Jr.:
What's wrong with it?
Rocky Balboa:
You got somthin' growing in it like a, like a bump.
Rocky Balboa Jr.:
What bump?
Rocky Balboa:
This bump. [Rocky as a trick takes his necklace out from his sons ear, and gives it to him. Rocky Jr. eyes it in awe]
Rocky Balboa Jr.:
Thanks dad! [Hugs Rocky]
Rocky Balboa:
Hey you deserve it. Thank you for bein' born. Thank you, thank you.
Rocky Balboa Jr.:
[Holds the necklace to his ear as an earing] What do you think, the new me?
Rocky Balboa:
Well, um... You look like the daughter i've always wanted.
Rocky Balboa Jr.:
[Fake punches Rocky jokingly] What you talkin' about.
Rocky Balboa:
[jokingly] Hey yo kid don't punch me, i'm getting brittle as it is... Look at this, you know. I've been running up and down these steps for 20 years, and i never knew there was valuable pictures in this building.
Rocky Balboa Jr.:
Well your never to old to learn somthin' new. Your gonna love Piccaso.
Rocky Balboa:
Yeah, yeah well I love almost everybody.
Robert Ford:
I can't believe I woke up this morning wondering if my Daddy would loan me his overcoat, and here it is just past midnight and I've already robbed a railroad train and I'm sitting in a rocking chair chatting with none other than Jesse James.
Jesse James:
Yeah, it's a wonderful world.
Robert Ford:
[reaches into his pocket and removes a newspaper clipping] Oh, what's this? I was real agitated this morning, wondering if I'd be able to tell you and Frank apart. So I had the clipping that described you both. You want me to read it?
Jesse James:
Go on.
Robert Ford:
Well, I gotta find... here. 'Jesse James, the youngest, has a face as smooth and innocent as a schoolgirl. The blue eyes, very clear and penetrating, are never at rest. His form is tall and graceful and capable of great endurance and great effort. Jesse is lighthearted, reckless, and devil-may-care. There is always a smile on his lips-'
Jesse James:
All right, all right.
Robert Ford:
Well, yeah. Then it's 'Frank, Frank, Frank... ' You know what I've got right next to my bed? The Train Robbers, or a story of the James Boys, by R.W. Stevens. Many's the night I've stayed up with my mouth opens and my eyes open, reading about your escapades in the Wide Awake Library.
Jesse James:
They're all lies, you know.
Robert Ford:
'Course they are.
Ira Hayes:
Hank wasn't in the picture.
Bud Gerber:
Sorry?
Ira Hayes:
Hank didn't raise that flag. He raised the other one. The real flag.
Bud Gerber:
The what? The real... the real flag? There's a *real* flag?
John "Doc" Bradley:
Yeah, ours was the replacement flag. We put it up when they took the other one down.
Bud Gerber:
Am I the only one getting a headache here? You know about this?
Keyes Beech:
It was after it was already in the papers. The mothers had already been told by then.
Bud Gerber:
Aw, that's it, that's beautiful. Yeah, that's beautiful. Yeah, why tell me? I'm only the guy that has to explain it to a hundred and fifty million Americans. Who is in the goddamn picture? Are *any* of you guys in the goddamn picture?
Ira Hayes:
Yeah, we're in the goddamn picture.
Bud Gerber:
Six guys raising a flag over Iwo Jima. Victory is ours. You're three of them, right?
John "Doc" Bradley:
This was the fifth day, sir. The battle went on for thirty-five more.
Bud Gerber:
Well, what'd you do, raise a goddamn flag every time you stopped for lunch?
Ira Hayes:
[whispers to Bradley] Can I hit this guy?
Rita Skeeter:
So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12...
Harry:
- I'm 14...
Rita Skeeter:
- about to compete against three students who are not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who've mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?
Harry:
I dunno, I haven't really thought about it...
Rita Skeeter:
Because you're no ordinary boy of 12 are you?
Harry:
14.
Rita Skeeter:
Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?
Harry:
No, I didn't enter.
Rita Skeeter:
Of course you didn't. [winks]
Rita Skeeter:
Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention? The worst psychotic death wish. [Harry glances at Rita's notes]
Harry:
Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!
Rex:
Mr. Lightyear, now I'm curious... what does a space ranger actually do?
Woody:
He's not a space ran-*ger*! He doesn't fight evil or, or... shoot lasers or fly.
Buzz:
Excuse me.
Buzz:
[Buzz deploys his wings; all exclaim in excitement]
Hamm:
Wow. Impressive wingspan. Very good.
Woody:
Oh, what? What? These are plastic. He can't fly.
Buzz:
They are a terillium-carbonic alloy, and I *can* fly.
Woody:
No, you can't.
Buzz:
[scoffs] Yes, I can.
Woody:
Can't.
Buzz:
Can.
Woody:
Can't, can't, ca-an't!
Buzz:
I tell you, I could fly around this room with my eyes closed!
Woody:
Okay, Mr. Lightbeer, prove it.
Buzz:
All right then, I will.
Koda:
Boy, that tree is strong, huh? You know, when I was little, I was really into climbing trees! All kinds of trees! I climbed pine trees, oak trees, cedar trees, maple trees, there were birch trees, willow trees... [later]
Koda:
... my eyes were watering, and my tongue was swollen, and from that moment on, I was more careful about what I licked!
Mrs. Baker:
Don't you think that it makes more sense to wait until after we move to the new place before we get the dog? I'm just thinking of the dog that way he won't have to relearn a new house, a new neighborhood, and all that other... newness.
Owen:
We had a deal, Mom.
Mrs. Baker:
We did. We sure, we sure, we absolutely did.
Owen:
[quoting Mrs. Baker] "The best way to achieve your goals, Owen, is to make a plan, work hard, and always keep your eyes on the prize."
Mrs. Baker:
That's an exact quote, isn't it?
Owen:
I want my prize.
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.
Host:
Backstage after my performance at the Viper room. In walks, 16 of the hottest groupies that I have ever seen before, wearin' nothing but kimonos and body glitter. I mean were doin' zippers and zoomers, jalepeno poppers you name it. Suddenly one of the twins stars yelling at me, "Oh my God, your eyes are bleeding." So they rush me to the hospital, where I was legally dead for 17 minutes. Finally they shock me back to life, I say, "Thanks, doc, I've got a few ladies to entertain...” So eleven orgasms later, two and a half of them mine, the next thing I know I'm on fire, running through the Château Marmont. It didn't, happen, but man, that would have been a wild night.
