Will Turner:
Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!
Barbossa:
Don't dare impugn me honor boy! I agreed she go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where. Though it does seem a shame to lose somethin' so fine, don't it, lads?
The Crew:
Aye.
Barbossa:
So I'll be havin' that dress back before ye go.
Jack Sparrow:
I always liked you.
Bo'sun:
Grr...
Elizabeth:
Goes with your black heart.
Barbossa:
Ooh, it's still warm.
The Crew:
Off you go!; Come on!; Get on with it!
Bo'sun:
Too long!
Jack Sparrow:
I really rather hope we were past all this.
Barbossa:
Jack... Jack! Did you not notice? That be the same island we made you the governor of on our last little trip.
Jack Sparrow:
I did notice.
Barbossa:
Perhaps, you'll conjure up another miraculous escape, but I doubt it. Off you go.
Jack Sparrow:
The last time you left me a pistol with one shot.
Barbossa:
By the powers, you're right. Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward.
Jack Sparrow:
Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols.
Barbossa:
It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady; and starve to death yourself.
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!
William Travis:
I have here pieces of paper, letters from politicians and generals, but no indication of when, or if help will arrive. Letters not worth the ink committed to them. I fear that no one is coming. Texas has been a second chance for me. I expect that might be true for many of you as well. It has been a chance not only for land and riches, but also to be a different man. I hope a better one. There have been many ideas brought for in the past few months of what Texas is, and what it should become. We are not all in agreement. But I'd like to ask each of you what it is you value so highly that you are willing to fight and possibly die for. We will call that Texas. The Mexican army hopes to lure us into attempting escape. Almost anything seems better than remaining in this place, penned up. If, however, we force the enemy to attack, I believe every one of you will prove himself worth ten in return. We will not only show the world what patriots are made of, but we will also deal a crippling blow to the army of Santa Anna. If anyone wishes to depart under the white flag of surrender, you may do so now. You have that right. But if you wish to stay here with me in the Alamo, we will sell our lives dearly.
Mole:
You have disturbed the dirt.
Milo:
Uh, pardon me?
Mole:
You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe spanning the centuries! [pulls the covers of Milo's bed, exposing clumps of dirt with little flags]
Mole:
What have you done? England must never merge with France!
Milo:
What's it doing in my bed?
Mole:
You ask too many questions! Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up!
Milo:
Me? I'm, uh...
Mole:
Bah! I will know soon enough. [grabs Milo's hand]
Milo:
Hey, hey, hey! Let go!
Mole:
Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still. [takes a bit of dirt from under one of Milo's fingernails]
Mole:
Aha! There you are. Now tell me your story, my little friend. [looks at dirt under magnifying lenses]
Mole:
Parchment fiber from the Nile Delta circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a liter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker. [tastes dirt]
Mole:
And linguist.
Connor:
[Talking to Dot] You know, I was thinking about you last night. I was thinking that if we went on a road trip, how quiet it would be.
Connor:
You know, we could go all the way through Long Island to Pennsylvania. You know, that's where they make Hershey's chocolate. Pennsylvania. And all the lamp posts look like Hershey's Kisses. They give you free M&M's at the factory.
Connor:
I can smell your hair. It smells like cucumbers. I got really, really hard last night. I had to beat off. And my mom was just outside of my room, putting the towels away. You know I could hear her, but I couldn't help myself.
Connor:
I mean, I came four times. I mean, four times, that isn't normal, is it? What am I gonna do? I'm this sex addict with a learning disorderd who forgot how to play basketball.
Alexander:
A thousand ships we'll launch from here, Hephaistion! We'll round Arabia, and sail up the gulf to Egypt. From there, we'll build a channel through the desert, out to the middle sea. And then we'll move on Carthage, and that great island Cecily; they'll pay large tribute. After that the Romans - good fighters, but we'll beat them. And then explore the northern forests, and add the pillars of Heracles to the western ocean. And then one day, populations will mix and travel freely. Asia and Europe will come together. And we'll grow old, Hephaistion, looking out our balcony at this new world.
Spirit:
The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it's never been told from the heart of one. Not till now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here, we would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that west was won or lost in the end, you'll have to decide for yourself, but the story I want to tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun, the sky, and the wind calling my name in a time when we ran free. I'll never forget the sound and the feeling of running together. The hoof beats were many, but our hearts were one."
Nina Deer:
Life sucks, Dot. I feel like I can tell you this. I feel like I can be honest because you can't hear. Or can you? Look at you, eating your sandwich like a piglet while I talk. Strangely comforting... When I first met you, I mean when you first moved in, I hated you. I hated your face, your dumb blank stare. But now that I feel like I know you again that's all changed. It's so nice to know there's someone whos life sucks more than mine. [whisper]
Nina Deer:
I'm gonna kill my dad Dot. Tonight. I hate him you know. I hate him and I love him. I hate it when he won't let me go out with my friends, but I love it when he *fucks* me. I hate it when he fucks me too, though. See how that works? Doesn't make any sense. [stop whispering, speak quiet]
Nina Deer:
He likes it when I bite on his nipples though. I stick the tip of his nipple between my teeth... and I rub my tongue back and forth on it, like a windshield wiper. [emulates with Dot's finger]
Nina Deer:
Drives him wild. I made him cum once just by sucking on his nipples. I didn't even need to touch his dick once. I love that I can tell you this shit, cause it's like it's off my chest but it's still a secret, you know? Michelle's dad's got a gun. I know where it is. But I figure it'd be too gross. You know, with Mom's decorating and all. Although she's probably already joining Judy Garland and Marylin Monroe in Pill Popper's Paradise. Just like an E True Maradin story. I'm gonna do it late. Mom won't wake up, nah. You can't hear. It'll just be me, my daddy, and a bullet. Michelle's gonna steal it for me this afternoon. [slams hand on table]
Nina Deer:
Pow...
Gerry:
I conquered Thebes.
Gerry:
When?
Gerry:
Two weeks ago.
Gerry:
How'd you do it?
Gerry:
Well, I got... I did more than that, actually. I said to Gerry, "I ruled this land for ninety-seven years... and, uh... and, uh, I'd like it." I had all the sanctuaries built. And then I, uh... this hot lava leaked out of a volcano, and half destroyed one of the - my sanctuary to, uh... Demeter, I guess it was. And, um... but I didn't have the... the marble to rebuild, like, the sculptures, and the - to fix the sanctuary. But I already had all these, um, docks, to, like, Calydon and... Argos, and... I had everything. I had everything. Um, I was trading with, like, twelve cities. And, uh... I had-I had a really good army. But, um, the river had - the river had just flooded. And it flooded out, like, four of my docks, and I couldn't import the marble, to rebuild the sanctuary. And she got - Demeter got really pissed off, and so she made my fields infertile. And then, uh... so I couldn't grow the grass. I couldn't grow the wheat, to feed the horses. And there was no... I couldn't... and there was nowhere for the sheep to graze... and the goats. And so my people were getting hungry and restless, and then, um... and so I, I couldn't trade because the - the rivers had flooded. And so, uh, Knossos, one of my vassals, got really upset with me, and, um... turned against me. And they, uh... attacked me. And because I couldn't, I couldn't train any sheep 'cause I didn't have the wheat. I didn't have, uh... I didn't have a, um... a, uh...
Gerry:
You couldn't train any sheep?
Gerry:
I couldn't train any of the *horses*, because I, uh, didn't have the wheat. And so, when they attacked me, I just got... they just dogged me. And I actually went to send my army out to defend the city, and, like, you can only send 'em out if you have, uh, twelve - if you have twelve, uh, trained horses, and I had eleven. So... I was one... horse... shy... I don't know... of saving the city.
Gerry:
So then you didn't really...
Gerry:
Oh, I *had* conquered Theb - I had just conquered Thebes. And then that happened.
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.
Stanley Goodspeed:
"I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy. I'd take pleasure in guttin' you... boy." What is wrong with these people, huh? Mason? Don't you think there's a lot of, uh, a lot of anger flowing around this island? Kind of a pubescent volatility? Don't you think? A lotta angst, a lot of "I'm sixteen, I'm angry at my father" syndrome? I mean grow up! We're stuck on an island with a bunch of violence-for-pleasure-seeking psycophatic marines, SHAME-ON-THEM! [clears throat]
Stanley Goodspeed:
Anyway, I only got one chem round, and there's two left... Mason?
John Mason:
Yes, I'm here. I was just thinking how wonderful it was when the inmates weren't allowed to talk in here.
Sam:
You don't realize, this is good, this doesn't happen often in your life. We can work this stuff out. I want to help you, you know? We need each other...
Andrew Largeman:
This isn't a conversation about this being over, it's, it's... I'm not, like, putting a period at the end of this, you know, I'm putting, like, an ellipsis on it, cause I'm- I'm- I'm worried that if I don't figure myself out, if I don't go like land on my own two feet, then I'm just gonna to mess this whole thing up, and this is too important. I gotta go... you changed my life in four days. This is the beginning of something really big. But right now, I gotta go.
Ray Pinker:
Bud White - what brings *you* to the basement?
Bud White:
I got a couple Nite Owl questions.
Ray Pinker:
I don't know if you'd read the papers, but that case is closed.
Bud White:
Is there anything bothering you about it, Ray?
Ray Pinker:
Yeah, the fact that the pack-up boys haven't carted this shit out of here yet. [Bud sees all the boxes of case files, and starts to look through the crime scene photos]
Ray Pinker:
I got three shotguns, taken from the suspects, that match the strike marks on the shells from the Nite Owl. What more do you want?
Bud White:
[suddenly spotting a detail in a photo] There's blood on the wall here. I thought everybody but the cook got shot in the men's room?
Ray Pinker:
That is Stensland's blood.
Bud White:
Stensland?
Ray Pinker:
He took a blow to the head. Was probably unconscious when they dragged him in the john.
Bud White:
Did they hit anybody else?
Ray Pinker:
No. But he was a cop, he probably tried to "do something."
Bud White:
[remembering that Stensland said he had a date that night, he studies a photo showing a table with two settings, including a coffee mug smudged with lipstick] Grilled cheese, black coffee... two of the victims were women, right?
Ray Pinker:
Yeah - Patti DeLuca, the night-shift waitress, and a Susan Lefferts.
Bud White:
Susan Lefferts...
Ray Pinker:
Yeah, what about her? [Bud runs out of the room]
Ray Pinker:
You're welcome!
[first lines]
Narrator:
I shall tell you of William Wallace. Historians from England will say I am a liar, but history is written by those who have hanged heroes. The king of Scotland had died without a son, and the king of England, a cruel pagan known as Edward the Longshanks, claimed the throne of Scotland for himself. Scotland's nobles fought him, and fought each other, over the crown. So Longshanks invited them to talks of truce - no weapons, one page only. Among the farmers of that shire was Malcolm Wallace, a commoner with his own lands; he had two sons, John and William.
Malcolm Wallace:
I told ye to stay.
Young William:
Well, I finished my work. Where're we goin'?
Malcolm Wallace:
McAndrews'. He was supposed to visit when the gatherin' was over.
Young William:
Can I come?
Malcolm Wallace:
No! Go home, boy.
Young William:
But I want to go.
Malcolm Wallace:
Go home, William, or you'll feel the back o' my hand.
Sniper:
[narrating] Waiting is something done in the anticipation of a personal benefit. The accusation of something needed or wanted, only attained through the sacrifice of personal time. However, when time is all that ones owns, is its offering still assumed to be waiting? Is it still a sacrifice if it is one's desire to rid himself of his perpetual torment? No. It no longer serves as waiting if it is one's utmost desire to spend it in linger. Other motives seep into play, other feelings, other cravings. It becomes a hunt. Time is spent, in actuality, no waiting, but formulating, plotting, devising methods of snatching what he yearns for as soon as it comes into view. And when the hunted is naïve, the strong only becomes stronger. Peaceful meadows will be turned into a wasteland. He has left his den like a lion seeking its prey. And their land will be made desolate by the sword of the enemy and the Lord's fierce anger.
William Wallace:
And if this is your army, why does it go?
Veteran:
We didn't come here to fight for them!
Young Soldier:
Home! The English are too many!
William Wallace:
Sons of Scotland! I am William Wallace.
Young Soldier:
William Wallace is seven feet tall!
William Wallace:
Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse. [Scottish army laughs]
William Wallace:
I *am* William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as free men... and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?
Veteran:
Fight? Against that? No! We will run. And we will live.
William Wallace:
Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM! [Scottish army cheers]
William Wallace:
Alba gu bràth! ["Scotland forever!"]
Army:
ALBA GU BRÀTH! ALBA GU BRÀTH! ALBA GU BRÀTH!
Sitting Bull:
You must take them out of our lands.
Col. Nelson Miles:
What precisely are your lands?
Sitting Bull:
These are the where my people lived before you whites first came.
Col. Nelson Miles:
I don't understand. We whites were not your first enemies. Why don't you demand back the land in Minnesota where the Chippewa and others forced you from years before?
Sitting Bull:
The Black Hills are a sacred given to my people by Wakan Tanka.
Col. Nelson Miles:
How very convenient to cloak your claims in spiritualism. And what would you say to the Mormons and others who believe that their God has given to them Indian lands in the West?
Sitting Bull:
I would say they should listen to Wakan Tanka.
Col. Nelson Miles:
No matter what your legends say, you didn't sprout from the plains like the spring grasses. And you didn't coalesce out of the ether. You came out of the Minnesota woodlands armed to the teeth and set upon your fellow man. You massacred the Kiowa, the Omaha, the Ponca, the Oto and the Pawnee without mercy. And yet you claim the Black Hills as a private preserve bequeathed to you by the Great Spirit.
Sitting Bull:
And who gave us the guns and powder to kill our enemies? And who traded weapons to the Chippewa and others who drove us from our home?
Col. Nelson Miles:
Chief Sitting Bull, the proposition that you were a peaceable people before the appearance of the white man is the most fanciful legend of all. You were killing each other for hundreds of moons before the first white stepped foot on this continent. You conquered those tribes, lusting for their game and their lands, just as we have now conquered you for no less noble a cause.
Sitting Bull:
This is your story of my people!
Col. Nelson Miles:
This is the truth, not legend. Crazy Horse has surrendered... with his entire band. And by his surrender, he says to you and your people that you are defeated. And by ceding the Black Hills to us, so say Red Cloud and the other chiefs, who demand that you end this war and take your place on the reservation.
Sitting Bull:
Red Cloud is no longer a chief. He is a woman you have mounted and had your way with. Do not speak to me of Red Cloud!
Bill:
My litle girl is 16. She's at that age where she's in her room listening to her stereo, online with her friends, and boys are starting to call. Oh, my God. We had a kid call the house at 2 in the morning. I lost it. First off, I'm sound asleep in la-la land with Shania Twain in the mountains somewhere. I hear a phone ring and I'm like, "Who's got a phone in the mountains?" So when I realized it's my phone, I'm already ticked off. I went, "Hello!" And this little voice goes, "Is Emily there?" And I go, "Dude, if you have a brain in your skull you will hang up this phone up right now!" And my wife goes, "Bill, you gotta be nice." I said, "No, ma'am, nice stops at midnight." She said, "What will you do when these little boys come over?" I said, "I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm gonna pull the young man in tight next to me so only he and I can hear the conversation. I'm gonna whisper in his ear. I'm gonna say, "Boy, look at me. You see that little girl there? That's my only little girl. She's my life. So if you have any thought about hugging or kissing, you remember these words: I got no problem going back to prison."
