Selby:
I just wanna live, Lee. I just want a normal happy life. I don't know why you did this.
Aileen:
Because I love you. Because I love you and I never wanna to loose you and that's all. I love you from my heart, my soul, my mind. And I never let you down. All right? Because it was me. It was only me. And I'll tell them that, ok. It's over for me now. And I never gonna see you again.
Selby:
Yeah, I know.
Aileen:
I wish there was a way that people can forgive you for something about this, you know. But they can't. They can't, man. So I gonna die, Sel... Hey Sel, I'll never forget you. Good bye, baby. Bye baby.
Selby:
Good bye, Lee.
[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.
Rasputin:
Bartok, get me a comb, find some cologne. I want to look my best!
Bartok:
That might take some work, sir.
Rasputin:
We're going to a party!
Bartok:
A party? Ooh, I could teach you the latest dance step. It starts with, like, a "whoa." And then you get really crazy with the hips, sir. It's fun!
Rasputin:
We'll let the Grand Duchess Anastasia have her moment.
Bartok:
[dancing] Aah, who cares?
Rasputin:
And then we'll kill her!
Bartok:
Right. Kill... kill her? Sir, what happened to the party idea?
Rasputin:
That's where I will kill her. [laughs and tears up newspaper]
Rasputin:
Crush her at the height of her glory.
Bartok:
And we're back to the crushing. Sir, I'm begging you, please, please forget the girl and get a life!
Rasputin:
Oh, I'll get a life, Bartok. Hers!
Mr. Pink:
Hey, why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe:
Because you're a faggot.
Mr. Pink:
Why can't we pick our own colors?
Joe:
No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn't work. You got four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black, but they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
Mr. Brown:
Yeah, but Mr. Brown is a little too close to Mr. Shit.
Mr. Pink:
Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.
Joe:
You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK.
Mr. White:
Who cares what your name is?
Mr. Pink:
Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?
Joe:
Hey! NOBODY'S trading with ANYBODY. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know. Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
Mr. Pink:
Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.
Joe:
I'll move on when I feel like it... All you guys got the goddamn message?... I'm so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let's go to work.
Betty Warren:
Dear Betty, I came to Wellesley because I wanted to make a difference. But to change for others is to lie to yourself. My teacher, Katherine Watson, lived by her own definition and would not compromise that, not even for Wellesley. I dedicate this, my last editorial, to an extraordinary woman, who lived by example and compelled us all to see the world through new eyes. By the time you read this, she'll be sailing to Europe, where I know she'll find new walls to break down, and new ideas to replace them with. [snapshot]
Betty Warren:
I've heard her called a quitter for leaving and aimless wanderer. But not all who wander are aimless, especially those who seek truth beyond tradition, beyond definition, beyond the image. I'll never forget you.
Davey Stone:
So, what's good about this place?
Whitey:
What's good about it? Everything. You want a pair of socks? My buddy, Mr. Foot Locker will warm your feet. You need a fancy doodad? Hello, Sharper Image. Thanks for the combination pogo stick/clock radio. I mean, The Body Shop, the Tie Rack, GNC, Radio Shack, Petland for a cat or two, Spencer's Gifts for some fake dog doo, Sbarro's, Dunkin' Donuts, they're simply the best. And don't forget the orange chicken at Panda Express. But if you're short of cash like little old me, the window shopping's always free.
Masai:
So where do we start?
Cyrus:
We need to spread the word. We must reach out into every corner. Cross every border and convince, convey our message, our motive. And it must be with respect, not force, that they accept out invitation. As this word spreads and possibility enters the minds of all the city's gangs, then this message, this wisdom will begin to make sense. There's no other way. This is our destiny and this is our will. Now, go let all the gangs know about the truce. Forget no one under our network. No more than nine delegates may attend from any given gang and on this day, I want no action. No soldier will carry a shank, a bat, a stick, a brick or a gun. Now go, Masai and let our troops know what must be done.
Melanie Lewis:
[to Ryan] Do you dance?
Grandpa Randolph:
Of course he does.
Melanie Lewis:
You know, tangos and waltzes?
Ryan Flynn:
Of course not. I'm a guy?
Melanie Lewis:
Oh, lame-o excuse!
Grandpa Randolph:
[starts singing and dancing with Melanie] Dancing is the most exhilarating, glorificating, fantazilating. Just let your toes go tapping heels kerplanking. It's the essence of life. And if you think you are too fancy, too grandiancy, just let your feet explore the floor. They'll know the layout, forget yourself and play out. 'Cause there is no substitute. And now for the romp-stompinest, skip-alonginest kind of fun around. Heck, it's the essence of... Heck, it's the essence of...
Melanie Lewis:
Life!
Grandpa Randolph:
Life.
Melanie Lewis:
What do you say Ryan?
Ryan Flynn:
I guess.
Melanie Lewis:
[exhilarated] WHOO!
