[first lines] Puzzlehead: The Anti-Federalists and the Luddites forced the closure of all biomechanical laboratories and began replacing them with fertility clinics. Funding ceased for everything not directly related to re-population. Quite ironic now that I think about it. Walter managed to salvage most of the equipment that wasn't nailed down. The most important of which was D-I-amdac, a brain scanner, which he used to scan his own brain to provide the blueprint for the neuro-net map of my artificially intelligent mind. Walter: [upstairs preparing a meal] Puzzlehead: During the initial burn-in, programming 24-hours a day for several days at a time, [groans and cries over intercom] Puzzlehead: it was painful. I would get exhausted. But he was impatient and wanted to give me all the information he thought most relevant to my primary human development. Walter: [leaning over him on the gurney] There there my little Puzzlehead, you've made me very proud. Everything's going to be alright now. That's a good boy. You can rest now. Puzzlehead: I became an interactive humanoid life form, with sensory faculties that enabled me to be a conscious being with emotions. Enormous cognitive capacity, and no sense of mortality. A robot, created in the image - or self-image - of Walter.
Russ Millard: All right, listen up. No reporters view the body. You photo men - finish taking your pictures now. Coroner's men - put a sheet on the body as soon as they are done. We set up a perimeter six feet back. Any reporter crosses it - arrest him. Now gentlemen, before this gets out of hand, let's put the kibosh on something. With publicity, you get confessions. With confessions, you get crazies, liars, and false leads. So, we keep some things quiet. The uh, ear to ear facial lacerations, disembowelment - you keep this information to yourselves. Not your wives, not your girlfriends, and no other officers, and I mean no... Bleichert, what the hell are you doing here? Where the hell's Blanchard? Ofcr. Dwight "Bucky" Bleichert: He's right here.
Pfc. William T. Santiago: P.S. In exchange for my transfer, I am willing to provide you with information concerning... Col. Jessep: [reading Pfc. Santiago's letter to the NIS] information concerning an illegal fence-line shooting that took place the night of August 6th... [shouts] Col. Jessep: Who the fuck is Pfc. William T. Santiago?
Francis: The world needs a cheap portable computer, Casper. Third world school children want to join the information age. Andy: I thought third world school children wanted... food.
Gregory Stark: You can't buy silence. You can only rent it. So if someone has something on you, they are always going to have it. So the cost has no ceiling. And the fear has no end to it. That's why some knowledge, some information is like a terminal disease. It's contagious and it's fatal.
Frank Costello: [after talking to Madolyn on the phone] Was that that shrink cunt that answered the phone? Colin Sullivan: Remember I told you that we were gonna... she was gonna move in? Frank Costello: Yeah. Colin Sullivan: She moved in. Frank Costello: You better get organized, quick. Colin Sullivan: Hey, last time I checked, I tipped you off and you're not in jail. Frank Costello: Are you listening to me? Colin Sullivan: Yeah. Frank Costello: Do you like Little Miss Thing suckin' on your cock? Colin Sullivan: [looks at Madolyn] Yes. Yes, I do. Frank Costello: So earn it. I'm getting the feeling we got a cop in my crew. Colin Sullivan: Yeah, I know. I'm kinda getting that feeling too. Frank Costello: He's one of yours. Inside. Have you seen anything? Colin Sullivan: Frank, I got no access to Queenan's undercover files. He and Dignam run the snitches. I'm doing my best... Frank Costello: Your best? What do you think we're in, the fuckin' haberdashery business? Colin Sullivan: Look, Frank, if you don't relax, if you don't relax, I can't relax. All right? Now what I need you to do is you get me information on the people who were with you last night. Your crew. Get me Social Security numbers, get me...
Harrison: Quinn, if you have any information about aliens, tell me. Quinn: Oh, I'll tell you, Harry, but just about one. I'll tell you all about one who did not fall to the bacteria in the great invasion, one who was stranded alone 35 long, lonely years on a hostile ALIEN planet... called Earth. Harrison: You're an alien. Quinn: Oh, no, Harry. YOU'RE the alien.
Tobacco Lawyer: Dr. Wigand, I am instructing you not to answer that question in accordance to the terms of the contractual obligations undertaken by you not to disclose any information about your work at the Brown and Williamson tobacco company, and in accordance with the force and effect of the temporary restraining order that has been entered against you by the court in the state of Kentucky. That means you don't talk! Mr. Motley we have rights here. Ron Motley: Boy, you got rights... and lefts. Ups and downs and middles. So what? You don't get to instruct anything around here! This is not North Carolina, not South Carolina, nor Kentucky! This is the sovereign state of Mississippi's proceedings. Wipe that smirk off your face! Dr. Wigand's deposition will be part of this record! And I'm gonna take my witness' testimony whether the hell you like it or not!
[Boston has found some metal plates] Boston Low: Tell you what: I'll keep looking for more of them, and you decipher that language so we can read the directions. Maggie Robbins: Great. You get to look for metal things lying around, while I have to decode a completely alien language without any information about how they think or what they might be writing about. Yeah, that's a fair division of labor.
Ray: When you work for me you leave when I say you can leave! Molly Gunn: For you information I do no work for you. I am employed by you mother. Ray: Oh yeah? Take a look around. Do you see her anywhere? News flash: you're not gonna. Unless you make an appointment with her assisstant or hang around her bedroom door at 3 o' clock in the morning. So in the meantime... your working for me.
Linda Barnes: I've gotta ask you a question, and it's a simple question so don't get angry. Why would you come to another country with so little cash? Matthew Barnes: Why? A, Because the cash I do have doesn't work in this bizarro country, Ok? And B, because I was given information by a psycho asshole who basically said he was going to pick me up and ferret my dizzy ass around London. So I didn't need any cash. That's why. How about you, Travel dot com? What's your excuse? How come don't have any cash on you? Linda Barnes: Oh my God! What did I say before we left the house? I said Hey Mat, should I go to the bank and get some cash? And you said no, we won't need any cash because I've got a psycho asshole who's going to ferret my dizzy ass all around London. We don't need cash. Matthew Barnes: Ok. Fine. You said that. Ok.
Gail Hailstorm: Isn't Cindy Campbell's father a suspect? Sheriff: That is classified information, where did you get this? Gail Hailstorm: Sorry, but my information is strictly confidential shit. [Doofy steps out] Deputy Doofy: Hi Gail... Gail swallows.
Alyssa: I remember those guys used to come over to my house almost everyday after school. They'd bug my sisters, look through my dad's closet for porno tapes, raid the fridge. They really took advantage of my parents never being home. This one day, Rick pulled his dick out and started chasing me around the house with it! Right in front of Cohee, man! I couldn't believe it! Holden: Rick pulled his dick out? Really? What did you do? Alyssa: [yells] I blew him while Cohee fucked me! Holden: Excuse me? Alyssa: That's what you wanted to hear, isn't it? That's what this little cross-examination of yours is all about? God! Well, next time, try not to make it so obvious, alright? There's subtler ways of badgering a witness! Am I right? Bystander: Jeez, man. Even I knew what you were getting at. Alyssa: If you wanted some background information on me, Holden, all you had to do was ask. I would have gladly volunteered it. You didn't have to go playing Hercule-fucking-Poirot! Bystander: [to his friend] I told you these were good seats!
Bill Maher: If I just sit here every Friday night and spout Bush administration talking points, that's not information or entertainment, it's Fox News!
Catherine: Can I ask you a question? Why is it then whenever I tell a guy to put it wherever they want, they always stick it in my ass? Malik: Damn. Jake: That's way too much information for me, Catherine. Catherine: Oh no Jake. Way too much information would be telling you that whenever they're done I always take a huge dump. Malik: Shit. Catherine: On their chest. Malik: Oh, that is whack.
[the students have found secret information linked to Senator Lurman's scam] Senator Lurman: How'd you get this? Reggie: That information is on a 'need to know basis'. Senator Lurman: You're out of your league, boy! Miss Milford: Senator Lurman I can't believe what I'm hearing. Senator Lurman: Oh shut up you little slut.
[from trailer] Sadusky: There is a book and it has the information you need. The President's Book of Secrets. A collection of documents for President's eyes only. The truth behind the JFK conspiracy. The missing minutes from the Watergate tapes. And of course, Area 51. Ben Gates: It contains all of our nation's secrets. I need to see that book. Sadusky: The only way you'll ever see that book is if you get elected President.
Scott: You're gonna leave your life or you're gonna leave the information in this room.
Ellerby: So do you know why Queenan went into that building? Colin Sullivan: No. Dignam: Well, a better question is why the fuck were your guys following him? Colin Sullivan: I told Internal Investigations to follow Captain Queenan. Dignam: Why? Colin Sullivan: That's Internal Investigations' business. [Dignam hits Colin, starting a fight causing the other officers to intervene] Dignam: Fucking piece of shit! Colin Sullivan: Cocksucker! I don't have to fucking explain anything to anybody! I can fucking investigate anybody I fucking want to! Dignam: [being held back] Let him go, come on. Colin Sullivan: I don't give a fuck what you think! Captain, I've got reason to believe that Queenan got killed by his own fucking undercover. Dignam: That's a fucking lie. Colin Sullivan: [pointing to Dignam] He has fucking information in a locked file, as did Captain Queenan. I need access to those files. Dignam: Hey, I forgot the password, but if you'd like to come down to the garage with me, I'd be happy to give it to you. Colin Sullivan: [pushing towards Dignam] That's a fucking lie. Dignam: [pushing towards Colin] Nobody calls me a liar!
Admiral Chester W. Nimitz: So, sir, you would have us mobilize the entire fleet, at the cost of millions of dollars, based on this 'spine-tingling' feeling of yours? Captain Thurman: No, sir. I understand my job is to gather and interpret material. Making difficult decisions based on incomplete information from my limited decoding ability is your job, sir.
[interviewing Louie for information about Ghost Dog] Sonny Valerio: Where's he live? Louie: Fuck, if I know. That's the next strange thing. I mean, I can't just call him up. Instead, he contacts me every day through a bird. [pause] Sonny Valerio: Did you just say he contacts you through a bird? Did I just hear you say that?
Captain: Number 3, do we have significant linguistic information to communicate with these natives? No. 3 - Cultural Officer: Yes, I tapped into their central planetary database named "Google." Captain: What a frivolous name for such a vital function. No. 3 - Cultural Officer: Well, if you prefer, there's another called "Ya Hoo." Captain: Baffling!
former White House council to Richard Nixon: The most troubling thing about the fact of the distortions and the misleading statements that Bush gave Congress, is that it is a federal felony, it's a crime, to mislead and distort information and present it to the Congress.
Amber von Tussel: [on the phone with Edna, disguising her voice] My name is Mike. Edna Turnblad: [off-camera] Mike? Amber von Tussel: Yes, Mike. Edna Turnblad: Mike who? Amber von Tussel: [slips back into her normal voice] It's MIKE! [catches herself, coughs] Amber von Tussel: Anyway... I'm calling because I have some information about your daughter's whereabouts. Edna Turnblad: What? Amber von Tussel: Right now, as we speak, your daughter has entered a hotbed of moral... turpentine.
Redneck: I should get a hat... Dan: Yes, sir. Redneck: And a key chain... Dan: Yes, sir. Redneck: And how about a couple of free sundaes? Dan: Yes, sir. I'll have Natasha take down your information and we'll have corporate headquarters send that right out. Redneck: What, are you gonna' to mail me a sundae? I want it now goddamnit!
Daryl Zero: [instructions to Gloria Sullivan] Keep moving every few months. Stay out of Westernized countries for a while. Don't carry too much cash on your body. Give incorrect information everywhere, and never use your real name.
Soldier: Sir, my orders are to relay the information to you so you can pass it on to the public. Paul - DJ: This ain't about that flu thing, is it? So what the fuck is it about? You are going to talk to me, so help me God. Or... [brings out music CD] Paul - DJ: ...Celine Dion.
Sheriff Hank Keough: I... I... I never heard of a crocodile crossing an ocean. Hector Cyr: Well, they conceal information like that in books.
[Joey is posing as a doctor in order to get information about a patient that Phoebe likes] [Just been told the patients date of birth] Joey: Age...? Patient: Can't you work that out by my date of birth? Joey: I'm a doctor, not a mathematician.
Michael: [discussing evidence that links George Sr. to Saddam Hussein] If this information was so damaging, why didn't you just shred it? George Sr.: Well, Saddam owed us money. Michael: And you didn't realize that he wouldn't pay? George Sr.: Your mom had a good feeling about him.
[last lines] Herself - Narrator: There's one other thing I've learned during my studies of the states of shock: shock wears of, it is by definition a temporary state. And the best way to stay oriented, to resist shock, is to know what is happening to you, and why. Title Card: [closing title] INFORMATION IS SHOCK RESISTANCE. ARM YOURSELF.
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