Jerome Davenport:
"Who will cry for the little boy, lost and all alone / Who will cry for the little boy, abandoned without his own"
Antwone Fisher:
"Who will cry for the little boy, he cried himself to sleep / Who will cry for the little boy, who never had it for keeps / Who will cry for the little boy, who walked on burning sands / Who will cry for the little boy, the boy inside a man / Who will cry for the little boy, who knew well hurt and pain / Who will cry for the little boy, who died and died again / Who will cry for the little boy, a good boy he tried to be / Who will cry for the little boy, who cries inside of me"
Jerome Davenport:
Who will cry for the little boy Antwoine?
Antwone Fisher:
I will, I always do.
[the amnesiac Capt Crewe comes across Sara crying in a corner of a darkened room]
Capt. Crewe:
What is it? Why are you crying? Please tell me. I won't hurt you. Won't you tell me your name?
Sara Crewe:
[sobbing] Sara.
Capt. Crewe:
'Sara'... that's such a pretty name.
Sara Crewe:
[there is a flash of lightening, and the lights suddenly come back on] Papa...?
Capt. Crewe:
What did you say? [she runs to him, and he tries to hold her away]
Capt. Crewe:
I'm sorry...
Sara Crewe:
Papa, it's me! It's Sara!
Capt. Crewe:
Do you know me?
Sara Crewe:
Papa, don't you remember me? Papa, please! You've got to know me! It's Sara, remember? Remember India and Maya? Remember the Ramayana... and Emily? And the locket with Mama's picture?
Capt. Crewe:
[still struggling to push her away] No...
Sara Crewe:
Papa, please!
Charles Randolph:
[Mr Randolph arrives with Miss Minchin and the police] Do you know this man?
Sara Crewe:
Papa, tell them!
Miss Minchin:
[recognizes Captain Crewe] This child has no father. Take her away!
Sara Crewe:
[a police man tears Sara away and carries her, kicking and screaming, from the room] No! No! Papa!
Capt. Crewe:
I'm so sorry...
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.
Sir:
Whadda you want?
Louis Ironson:
I want you to fuck me, hurt me, and make me bleed.
Sir:
I want to.
Louis Ironson:
Yeah?
Sir:
I wanna hurt you.
Louis Ironson:
Fuck me.
Sir:
Yeah?
Louis Ironson:
Hard.
Sir:
Yeah? You've been a bad boy?
Louis Ironson:
[laughs] Very bad. Very bad.
Sir:
You need to be punished, boy?
Louis Ironson:
Yes, I do.
Sir:
Yes, what?
Louis Ironson:
...Oh, uh...
Sir:
Yes, what, boy?
Louis Ironson:
Oh! 'Ts- yes, sir.
Sir:
I want you to take me to your place, boy.
Louis Ironson:
No, I can't do that.
Sir:
No, what?
Louis Ironson:
No sir, I can't. I don't live alone, sir.
Sir:
Your lover know you're out with a man tonight, boy?
Louis Ironson:
No sir, he... my lover doesn't know.
Sir:
Your lover know you like...
Louis Ironson:
Let's change the subject, okay? Can we go to your place?
Sir:
...I live with my parents.
Jules:
Now Yolanda, we're not gonna do anything stupid, are we?
Yolanda:
You don't hurt him.
Jules:
Nobody's gonna hurt anybody. We're gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what's Fonzie like?
Yolanda:
Cool?
Jules:
What?
Yolanda:
He's cool.
Jules:
Correctamundo. And that's what we're gonna be. We're gonna be cool. Now Ringo, I'm gonna count to three, and when I count three, you let go of your gun, and sit your ass down. But when you do it, you do it cool. Ready? One... two... three. [Ringo sits down opposite Jules]
Yolanda:
All right, now you let him go.
Jules:
Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.
Yolanda:
You just know, you touch him, you die.
Jules:
Well, that seems to be the situation. But I don't want that. And you don't want that. And Ringo here *definitely* doesn't want that.
Granny:
Don't you dare hurt him!
Earlie Cuyler:
Oh, and what's your saggy mouth gonna say about it?
Granny:
Ablomandelebicus, Pentoculus, Benturpenoise, Farntormion, Crisco, Dophenecta, Glabbafontonion, Smectarufus, Fontanox, Chicken Dance, Trenoctor, Pontallafamarion, Tudonox, Mellicanisis! [the walls of the house open up and Earlie is struck by lightning]
Earlie Cuyler:
You lucky bitch! That's the one thing you could have said.
Mr. Grocer:
Ya sure Oregon doesn't ring a bell? The Pacific Northwest, couple of months ago? Something about you doin' some wonderdog named Cujo...
Martin Q. Blank:
Ah, *Budro*, yes, Budro, Jesus Christ! Yeah, I was out there tryin' to whack these junk bond fuckos and these idiots were flushing game with sticks of dynamite! And the dog that they borrowed, little Budro, was a retriever, get it? Budro was never a target, Budro was acting on instinct. I would never hurt an animal and I'm offended at the accusation...
Mr. Grocer:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Chatty Cathy! Clip yer string, I don't need to know! But, just for the record, here's what I heard: the marks borrowed your client's prize hunting pup. So, bad luck for Budro and bad luck for Blank. Poodle pumper. Hound hitter. Pooch puncher!
Jakob 'Picaro Gonnoff' Baumberger:
So this fella's out ridin' his horse when he comes across this sidewinder curled up on the side of the road...
Lucas 'Tope' Mullins:
[rolling a cigarette] Snake?
Jakob 'Picaro Gonnoff' Baumberger:
Yeah. A rattlesnake.
Lucas 'Tope' Mullins:
I know what it is.
Jakob 'Picaro Gonnoff' Baumberger:
Well goddammit, you asked, let me tell it.
Lucas 'Tope' Mullins:
[lights his smoke] Tell it, then.
Jakob 'Picaro Gonnoff' Baumberger:
Alright, then. So the fella pulls his pistol to shoot this snake when the snake rears up and says "Now hold on, amigo. I'm a magic snake. You leather that bean-shooter and let me go, I'll grant you three wishes."
Lucas 'Tope' Mullins:
The snake says this?
Jakob 'Picaro Gonnoff' Baumberger:
Goddammit, yes! Will you pay fuckin' attention?
Lucas 'Tope' Mullins:
Well... it's just that I never heard of no snake grantin' wishes before, is all.
Jakob 'Picaro Gonnoff' Baumberger:
You ever heard a snake talk at all?
Lucas 'Tope' Mullins:
Alright, just tell it.
Jakob 'Picaro Gonnoff' Baumberger:
Alright, then. So this fella says, "Well, OK. I ain't never had no luck baitin' ladies. I reckon I'd close the deal a lot swifter if I was to have the good looks of one of them high steppin' stage actors, the muscles of a prizefighter, and well, the dick of this here horse I'm riding...
Lucas 'Tope' Mullins:
[blows smoke] He was ridin' a mare.
Jakob 'Picaro Gonnoff' Baumberger:
[looks at Tope, disbelieving] . Y'know... just when I get to hatin' you a little less in my mind... my foot starts to hurt [indicates the foot Tope shot him in]
Jakob 'Picaro Gonnoff' Baumberger:
.
Ripper:
Jack, what kept you? Andy here's been getting nervous. I promised him you'd come. Gave him my word of honor he could watch you die. Lose the cannon.
Jack Slater:
Has he hurt you Andrew?
Ripper:
Hurt, Jack? You say hurt? What do you know about hurt, Jack? You put me in a cage for ten years.
Jack Slater:
You should've gotten the death penalty.
Ripper:
Yeah, shoulda, woulda, coulda, yeah, yeah, yeah, right. Things crawling around in your head. Sitting on my chest when I wake up. You know what that's like, Jack? It was your illegal search, that rendered the bloody axe inadmissible. Remember, Jack? Now lose the gun. [Jack puts his gun on the ground]
Jack Slater:
Alright, I'm unarmed.
Ripper:
Just one gun, Jack? You gotta be kidding. [Jack removes nearly a dozen guns]
Ripper:
That all, sport?
Jack Slater:
Yup, that about does it. [pulls out grenade]
Jack Slater:
Oh, unless you consider this a weapon. [throws grenade at Ripper's feet]
Ripper:
Brilliant, Jack. Brilliant. I surrender.
Jack Slater:
It's a live grenade.
Ripper:
Yeah right, Jack, right right right. You're gonna sacrifice your own child to get to me. I'm very flattered, Jack, but I doubt it. Andy, pick up the grenade. [Andy slowly picks up the grenade]
Ripper:
Come on. Show it to me. That's good. Jack, that toy, can't hurt the boy. [flashes Axe]
Ripper:
But this one can.
Vincent:
Wow.
RJ:
Vincent!
Vincent:
So I was just on my way down here to kill you, and I stopped to watch the show, and I gotta say... that right there, is a thing of beauty. That is the most vicious, deceitful, self-serving thing I've ever seen. [Chuckles]
Vincent:
Classic RJ. You take the food, and they take the fall. You keep this up, your gonna end up just like me. Having everything you ever wanted.
RJ:
But I already had that.
Vincent:
What, them? Who are you kidding? You said it yourself, you're a family of one. Always will be. It's how guys like you and me survive. So a few saps got hurt in the process. Tough. That's life. Trust me, you don't need them.
RJ:
Actually, I do. And right now, they really need me. So I really need this! [Takes the wagon with all the food]
Vincent:
RJ!
Breanna Barnes:
[Running in with Spirit and displaying their outfits] Okay, Grandma, what do you think about these for the 'Lil Zane concert?
Eunice Barnes:
Colorful, tasteful, not too sexy...
Breanna Barnes:
Oh, dang, I gotta go change! [Turns to leave]
Eunice Barnes:
No, no! Now that's a good thing. You think the girls who show their bosom are going to get more attention than you at the concert?
Breanna Barnes, Spirit Jones:
[Glance at each other] Uh, yeah!
Eunice Barnes:
You're also going to get a baby at 16, and if you make me a great-grandmother at the tender age of 41, I'm going to have to hurt you.
Breanna Barnes:
Um, 41?
Eunice Barnes:
Hush, child.
CIA Director Ezra Kramer:
So we have a dirty section chief who kills Bourne's girl, Bourne comes back for revenge, tapes Abbott's confession, and Abbott commits suicide. Now Bourne's gunnin' for us. You couldn't make this stuff up. Bourne's last confirmed location was Moscow, six weeks ago.
Pamela Landy:
Right.
CIA Director Ezra Kramer:
He's on the run, he's dangerous...
Pamela Landy:
[interrupting him] Now Sir, with respect, I think something else could be going on here.
CIA Director Ezra Kramer:
What? What's he after?
Pamela Landy:
The reason Bourne went to Moscow was to see the daughter of his first target.
CIA Director Ezra Kramer:
What's your point, Pam?
Pamela Landy:
Maybe he was retracing his steps. Just looking for something... something in his past. Maybe he hasn't found it yet. We need to know what it is.
CIA Director Ezra Kramer:
You're telling me he's not a threat to this agency?
Pamela Landy:
I think if he wanted to hurt us he could have sent the tape to CNN.
CIA Director Ezra Kramer:
Maybe he still will. My number one rule is hope for the best, plan for the worst. As far as I'm concerned, Bourne's still a serious threat, until proven otherwise.
[Talking to Barry Mashburn- the man running the hold-up]
Barry Mashburn:
No one's hurt. [pauses]
Barry Mashburn:
Yet.
Jack Malone:
Does that include Sydney Harrison?
Barry Mashburn:
Sydney's safe for now.
Jack Malone:
Can you tell me where she is?
Barry Mashburn:
She's, uh, she's, uh, she's with my partner. [Martin listens in on the phone conversation]
Barry Mashburn:
You know, but one word from me and she dies. They don't hear from me by midnight, she dies. You understand that?
Jack Malone:
Okay, Barry, I got it, I got it. It's good that you've kept your cool.
Barry Mashburn:
Yeah, so far.
Jack Malone:
Right, 'cause you don't want to hurt anyone, Barry, because if you do, that's when things are going to get difficult.
Barry Mashburn:
Oh, yeah, well, things are really peachy right now.
Walter Harvey:
You kind of let me down on that San Antonio job.
Jimmy Dugan:
I, uh, yeh, I, uh... I freely admit, sir, I had no right to... sell off the team's equipment like that; that won't happen again.
Walter Harvey:
Let me be blunt. Are you still a fall-down drunk?
Jimmy Dugan:
Well, that is blunt. Ahem. No sir, I've, uh, quit drinking.
Walter Harvey:
You've seen the error of your ways.
Jimmy Dugan:
No, I just can't afford it. [giggles]
Walter Harvey:
It's funny to you. Your drinking is funny. You're a young man, Jimmy: you still could be playing, if you just would've laid off the booze.
Jimmy Dugan:
Well, it's not exactly like that... I hurt my knee.
Walter Harvey:
You fell out of a hotel. That's how you hurt it.
Jimmy Dugan:
Well, there was a fire.
Walter Harvey:
Which you started, which I had to pay for.
Jimmy Dugan:
Well, now, I was going to send you a thank-you card, Mr. Harvey, but I wasn't allowed anything sharp to write with.
