Michael Simmons:
40 days? Does Catherine know?
Caleb Holt:
I'm not gonna tell her. If she wants to go ahead and file, it's up to her.
Michael Simmons:
Divorce is a hard thing, man.
Caleb Holt:
Well, if it brings peace...
Michael Simmons:
But Caleb, you want the right kind of peace.
Caleb Holt:
What do you mean by that?
Michael Simmons:
You know what that ring on your finger means?
Caleb Holt:
It means I'm married.
Michael Simmons:
Yeah, well, it also means you made a lifelong covenant. You putting on that ring, by saying your vows. The sad part about it is when most people promise for better or for worse, they really only mean for the better.
Caleb Holt:
Catherine and I were in love when we got married. Today, we're two very different people. All right? It's just not working out anymore.
Michael Simmons:
Caleb, salt and pepper are completely different. Their makeup is different; their taste and their color. But you always see 'em together. And when you... Hang on a second. [Michael glues a salt and pepper shaker together]
Caleb Holt:
What are you doing? Michael, what did you do that for?
Michael Simmons:
Caleb, when two people get married; it's for better or for worse, for richer or for poor, in sickness and in health.
Caleb Holt:
I know that. But marriages aren't fireproof. Sometimes you get burned.
Michael Simmons:
Fireproof doesn't mean a fire will never come, but that when it comes you'll be able to withstand it.
Caleb Holt:
You didn't have to glue them together. [Caleb picks up the shakers and starts trying to force them apart]
Michael Simmons:
Don't do it, Caleb. If you pull them apart now, you'll break either one or both of them.
Caleb Holt:
I am not a perfect person, but better than most. And if my marriage is failing, it is not all my fault.
Michael Simmons:
But Caleb, man, I've seen you run into a burning building to save people you don't even know. But you're gonna let your own marriage just burn to the ground.
Caleb Holt:
Michael, you are my friend. And I have allowed you to speak freely to me on this job. Don't abuse it.
Petey:
[singing around a campfire with his banjo] 'Bout a handsome little fox let me sing you folks a yarn. / Hey, diddle-dee daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum! / 'Twas a splendid little feller full of wit 'n' grace 'n' charm. / Say, zippy-zee zappa-za yappy-yo doodle-dum! / Well, like any little critter needin' vittels for his littl'uns, / Well, he stole, and he cheated, and he lied just to survive. / With a doodle-dum diddle-die doddle-diddle doodle-dum!
Other singers:
Doodle-dum diddle-die doddle-diddle doodle-dum!
Petey:
Zippy-zo zippy-zay zippy-zappy zoopy-zee!
Other singers:
Zippy-zo zippy-zay zippy-zappy zoopy-zee!
Petey:
Doo-dah doo-day day...
Petey:
Let me take a little tick now to color in the scene: / 'Cross the valley lived three yokels name of Boggis, Bunce, and Bean. / Now these three crazy jackies had our hero on the run. / Shot the tail off the cuss with a fox-shootin' gun. / But that stylish little fox was as clever as a whip / Dug as quick as a gopher that was hyper-ack-a-tive.
Other singers:
Yeah!
Petey:
Now those three farmers sit 'twhere there's a hole 'twas once a hill. / Singin' diddle-dee daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum! / And as far as I can reckon they're a-settin' up there still. Singin' zippy-zee zappa-za yappy-yo...
Franklin Bean:
[standing behind him] What are you singing, Petey?
Petey:
Just... just making it up as I went- as I went along, really.
Franklin Bean:
That's just weak songwriting. You wrote a bad song, Petey!
Capt. Jack Aubrey:
Right lads, now, I know there's not a faint heart among you, and I know you're as anxious as I am to get into close action. But we must bring them right up beside us before we spring this trap. That will test our nerve, and discipline will count just as much as courage. The Acheron is a tough nut to crack... more than twice our guns, more than twice our numbers, and they will sell their lives dearly. Topmen, your handling of the sheets to be lubberly and un-navy like. Until the signal calls, you're to spill the wind from our sails, this will bring us almost to a complete stop. Gun crews, you must run out and tie down in double quick time. With the rear wheels removed, you've gained elevation. and without recoil, there'll be no chance for re-load, so gun captains, that gives you one shot from the lardboard battery... one shot only. You'll fire for her mainmast. Much will depend on your accuracy... however... even crippled, she will still be dangerous, like a wounded beast. Captain Howard and the marines will sweep their weather deck with swivel gun and musket fire from the tops. They'll try and even the odds for us before we board. They mean to take us as a prize. [all chuckling]
Capt. Jack Aubrey:
And we are worth more to them undamaged. Their greed... will be their downfall. England is under threat of invasion, and though we be on the far side of the world, this ship is our home. This ship, is England. So it's every hand to his rope or gun, quick's the word and sharp's the action. After all... surprise is on our side.
Crew:
Huzzah, huzzah!
[Andrew transcendentally describes his favorite opera]
Andrew Beckett:
Do you like opera?
Joe Miller:
I'm not that familiar with opera.
Andrew Beckett:
This is my favorite aria. This is Maria Callas. This is "Andrea Chenier", Umberto Giordano. This is Madeleine. She's saying how during the French Revolution, a mob set fire to her house, and her mother died... saving her. "Look, the place that cradled me is burning." Can you hear the heartache in her voice? Can you feel it, Joe? In come the strings, and it changes everything. The music fills with a hope, and that'll change again. Listen... listen..."I bring sorrow to those who love me." Oh, that single cello! "It was during this sorrow that love came to me." A voice filled with harmony. It says, "Live still, I am life. Heaven is in your eyes. Is everything around you just the blood and mud? I am divine. I am oblivion. I am the god... that comes down from the heavens, and makes of the Earth a heaven. I am love!... I am love."
Salim Abu Aziz:
[his message to the United States] You have murdered our women, and our children, and bombed our cities from afar, like cowards, and you dare to call "us" terrorists?Now, we have the ability to strike back at our enemies. Unless "you" "America" pull all military forces out of the Persian gulf area, immediately, and forever, Crimson Jihad will rain fire on one major U.S. city each week, until our demands are met. First, we will detonate one nuclear weapon on this uninhabited island as a demonstration of our power. But, if these demands are not met, Crimison Jihad will rain fire on one major U.S. city each week.
Vinny Gambini:
Look, maybe I could have handled the preliminary a little better, okay? I admit it. But what's most important is winning the case. I could do it. I really could. Let me tell you how, okay? The D.A.'s got to build a case. Building a case is like building a house. Each piece of evidence is just another building block. He wants to make a brick bunker of a building. He wants to use serious, solid-looking bricks, like, like these, right? [puts his hand on the wall]
Bill:
Right.
Vinny Gambini:
Let me show you something. [he holds up a playing card, with the face toward Billy]
Vinny Gambini:
He's going to show you the bricks. He'll show you they got straight sides. He'll show you how they got the right shape. He'll show them to you in a very special way, so that they appear to have everything a brick should have. But there's one thing he's not gonna show you. [turns the card, so that its edge is toward Billy]
Vinny Gambini:
When you look at the bricks from the right angle, they're as thin as this playing card. His whole case is an illusion, a magic trick. It has to be an illusion, 'cause you're innocent. Nobody - I mean nobody - pulls the wool over the eyes of a Gambini, especially this one. Give me a chance, one chance. Let me question the first witness. If after that point, you don't think that I'm the best man for the job, fire me then and there. I'll leave quietly, no grudges. All I ask is for that one chance. I think you should give it to me.
Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale:
So stop me if I got this wrong. Now the fire is almost out, you're upstairs on the unburned floor checking for heat, is that correct? And you've been told by your Battalion Chief, your Captain and by me not to do nothin', right? Not to do nothin' until ordered. That's correct, right?
Candidate:
Yes, sir.
Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale:
Ok. But now the itch starts. The 'Glory Boy' flash starts. 'Hey, I'm a hero. Heroes don't just stand around.' You can tell me, that's what it was, wasn't it?
Candidate:
Yes, sir.
Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale:
So you punched out a window for ventilation. Was that before or after you noticed you were standing in a lake of gasoline? [shouting]
Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale:
Was that BEFORE OR AFTER you noticed you were standing in a lake of GASOLINE, YOU IDIOT?
Candidate:
Before, sir.
Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale:
You could have burned or killed or crispened half that company! To say nothing of the fact that you wrecked the physical evidence that I use to prove that it's arson, and you know how goddamned hard it is to determine the cause of these fires! Now you go home and you think about that!
Astrid:
Everybody asks why I started at the end and worked back to the beginning, the reason is simple, I couldn't understand the beginning until I had reached the end. There were too many pieces of the puzzle missing, too much you would never tell. I could sell these things. People want to buy them, but I'd set all this on fire first. She'd like that, that's what she would do. She'd make it just to burn it. I couldn't afford this one, but the beginning deserves something special. But how do I show that nothing, not a taste, not a smell, not even the color of the sky, has ever been as clear and sharp as it was when I belonged to her. I don't know how to express the being with someone so dangerous is the last time I felt safe...
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.
[Wheelie leads the group to an SR-71 Blackbird jet]
Wheelie:
Oh, there he is... This guy's a legend, like the Chairman of the Board! Yo, freshman, point the shard and watch the magic happen. [Sam sticks the Allspark shard into the jet. Mikaela makes a closer examination of the plane, and discovers a symbol... ]
Mikaela Banes:
Oh, shit... It's a Deception!
Agent Simmons:
Decepticon? Behind the MiG NOW! [Sam, Mikaela, Leo and Simmons scramble away as the Blackbird transforms]
Jetfire:
What sort of hideous mausoleum is this? [Jetfire spots the humans]
Jetfire:
Answer me, pawns and knaves! Show yourselves, or suffer my infinite wrath! [Cautiously, the humans approach the robot]
Jetfire:
You little spinal-cord-based organisms...! [bangs his head on a model of a satellite, which drops and just misses Sam]
Jetfire:
Oh, bugger it! [stands upright]
Jetfire:
Behold, the eternal glory of Jetfire! Prepare for remote systems override!
Wheelie:
I tell you, this guy did NOT age well!
Mikaela Banes:
I don't think he's gonna hurt us...
Firefighter:
What's your name?
Lance:
Uh, Joe... John... uh, Joe-John.
Firefighter:
Your name's Joe-John?
Lance:
John-ston, Johnston. Joe.
Firefighter:
You wanna tell me what happened here?
Lance:
Uh, there was a fire, I dunno, I came by and it's... checkin out the fire.
Firefighter:
Well that lady uh, Mona? She said that you two were in the building together when the fire started.
Lance:
Yeah, she's a liar, cuz I dunno her so whatever, whatever she says is a lie, so...
Firefighter:
K, so you're saying you weren't in the building with that woman?
Lance:
No, not I! Aright, she started it, aright? Because she was like "I hate my job, I'm gonna burn this mother down!" And I said "You better not... you better not!"
Firefighter:
She said it was an electrical fire.
Lance:
It was. It was a total electrical fire, it was like uh, the switches had sparks comin out, and the sockets, and uh it was like the 4th of July, man!
Firefighter:
Why aren't you wearing your pants, Joe?
Lance:
I tripped, and uh then I had to take 'em off to run faster out of the flames... [coughing]
Lance:
I think I inhaled some smoke, will you excuse me one second, I'll be right back. [runs away in the background]
Firefighter:
[into walkie talkie] We got a sprinter. Five foot five, no pants, unkempt... portly.
