Carter Chambers: [in his letter to Edward] Dear Edward, I've gone back and forth the last few days trying to decide whether or not I should even write this. In the end, I realized I would regret it if I didn't, so here it goes. I know the last time we saw each other, we weren't exactly hitting the sweetest notes-certain wasn't the way I wanted the trip to end. I suppose I'm responsible and for that, I'm sorry. But in all honestly, if I had the chance, I'd do it again. Virginia said I left a stranger and came back a husband; I owe that to you. There's no way I can repay you for all you've done for me, so rather than try, I'm just going to ask you to do something else for me-find the joy in your life. You once said you're not everyone. Well, that's true-you're certainly not everyone, but everyone is everyone. My pastor always says our lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. Find the joy in your life, Edward. My dear friend, close your eyes and let the waters take you home.
Bernard: [after Shame lies about him and Wayman] He's lying! Don't believe him, Bernard. Don't believe him. Shame: Oh, you didn't say that last night when we was in bed together, girl! Bernard: You *slept* with him? You *slut*! [slaps Wayman senseless] Wayman: Bernard? Shame: Save your tears, honey, you never had a chance! Coffee's good with cream but better when it's black! Bernard: Don't you ever, *ever* call me again. And you "Mr. Coffee", if you like some steamed milk with your double espresso, I'm your man! Wayman: Bernard, I'm sorry! I promise I'll call you. Bernard: [simultaneously] Don't sorry me, Wayman!
[first lines] Adolf Hitler: Before us lies Germany, within us marches Germany, and after us comes Germany!
Gusteau: [an illustration of Gusteau in the cookbook appears to a hungry Remy who just got separated from the rat clan] If you are hungry, go up and look around, Remy. Gusteau: [Remy nearly turns the page but stops] Why do you wait and mope? Remy: Well, I just lost my family. All my friends. Probably forever. Gusteau: How do you know? Remy: Well, I... [scoffs] Remy: You are an illustration. Why am I talking to you? Gusteau: You just lost your family. All your friends. You are lonely. Remy: [chuckles sarcastically] Yeah, well you're dead. Gusteau: Ah, but that is no match for wishful thinking. If you focus on what you left behind. You will never be able to see what lies ahead. Now go up and look around.
[Jason Bourne meets Marie for the first time, when she is about to get into her car. She is suspicious of him] Marie: What are you looking at? Jason Bourne: I heard you inside. Marie: What? Jason Bourne: The consulate. I heard you talking? I thought maybe we could help each other. Marie: How's that? Jason Bourne: You need money. I need a ride outta here. Marie: I'm not running a car service just now, thank you. Jason Bourne: I'll give you ten thousand dollars for driving me to Paris. Marie: [She says in German] What, do you think I am, a fool? Jason Bourne: [He replies in German] You'd be a fool not to take it. [He holds up a packet of dollar bills] Marie: What is this, a joke? Some kind of scam? Jason Bourne: No, it's no scam. [He tosses her the packet of bills] Jason Bourne: And I'll give you another ten when we get there. Marie: Jesus. [while she leafs through the bills, a police car with siren wailing passes them, and he quickly turns away] Marie: Is that for you? Jason Bourne: Look. You drive, I pay, it's that simple. Marie: Scheisse. I got enough trouble, okay? Jason Bourne: Okay. Can I have my money back? [She looks down at the wad of bills again. A moment later, he is in the passenger seat while she drives]
[from trailer] Princess Tiana: I don't seem to recall anything in the fairytale about... kissing on the lips. Ray: Oh ho. It looks like this could take quite some time. [flies towards the movie's logo] Ray: Ooh. That's a catchy title right dar. Princess Tiana: I mean I didn't even know frogs had lips. How 'bout a nice firm handshake.
Beaver's Son: [lays down a box of supplies during a Science lab class] Why's your cousin such a wet sandwich? Kristofferson: I beg your pardon? Beaver's Son: What's that mean? Kristofferson: That means that I don't understand what you just said. A wet sandwich? Beaver's Son: Yeah! A wet sandwich. He's too short, he dresses like a girl, he's [makes a motion with his hands] Beaver's Son: different. Kristofferson: Are you a bully? You're starting to sound like a bully. Beaver's Son: Watch this. [he takes a spoonful of yellow powder and drops it into the bubbling liquid over a Bunsen burner; it explodes and covers both of them in the yellow substance] Kristofferson: That's... you just destroyed the whole experiment. We'd better extinguish this magnesium. [they raise their safety goggles] Kristofferson: Stand back. [Kris sprays the fire with an extinguisher] Agnes: [watching from a few feet away] Wow. Kristofferson: [whistles] Whew! Agnes: [to Kris] Hmm. I like your ears. [gestures to her own] Kristofferson: M... Mine? Agnes: Mmhmm. Kristofferson: Thank you! I like your... spots. Agnes: Really? I used to cover them up, but, you know... Ash: Ugh. [scoffs] Agnes: Hmm? Ash: You're supposed to be *my* lab partner. Agnes: I am! Ash: No you're not. You're disloyal.
Kesslee: Eight, Eight, the burning eight. Between Sunday and Monday there lies a day so dark it will devastate. Tank Girl: Look, if you want to torture me, spank me, lick me, do it. But if this poetry shit continues, shoot me now, please.
Kris Kringle: Well, I would greatly like to oblige, Mr. Collins, but I cannot make this reindeer fly. Ed Collins: I didn't think so. Kris Kringle: He only flies on Christmas Eve.
Marco: You know, you throw a pretty good punch, Captain. Captain Murphy: Well, there were a lot of bullies in my neighborhood when I was a kid. Marco: Your dad got you boxing lessons? Captain Murphy: No, I just got beat up a lot. So now when I get the chance I like to sucker punch people.
Press Conference Reporter: Mr. President, has it been a good visit? The President: Very satisfactory indeed. We got what we came for, and our special relationship is still very special. Press Conference Reporter: Prime Minister? Prime Minister: I love that word "relationship." Covers all manner of sins, doesn't it? I fear that this has become a bad relationship; a relationship based on the President taking exactly what he wants and casually ignoring all those things that really matter to, erm... Britain. We may be a small country, but we're a great one, too. The country of Shakespeare, Churchill, the Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter. David Beckham's right foot. David Beckham's left foot, come to that. And a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend. And since bullies only respond to strength, from now onward I will be prepared to be much stronger. And the President should be prepared for that.
Iago: Ladies and gentlemen, a warm Agrabah welcome for Sorcerer Jafar! Jafar: Now where were we? Ah, yes - abject humiliation! [He zaps Jasmine and the Sultan with his staff, and they both bow to him. Rajah comes running at him. He zaps Rajah, and the tiger turns into a kitty-cat] Jafar: Down, boy! Oh, princess, [lifts Jasmine's chin with his staff] Jafar: there's someone I'm dying to introduce you to. Aladdin: [Flying towards him on carpet] Jafar! Get your hands off her! Jafar: [zaps Aladdin, Carpet flies away. Singing] Prince Ali, yes, it is he, but not as you know him. Read my lips and come to grips with reality [brings Aladdin and Jasmine closer in the air] Jafar: Yes, meet a blast from your past, whose lies were too good to last! Say hello to your precious Prince Ali! [zaps Ali back to Aladdin as he says it] Iago: Or should we say Aladdin? Princess Jasmine: [shocked] Ali Aladdin: Jasmine, I tried to tell you. Jafar: [still singing] So Ali turns out to be merely Aladdin [turns Abu back to his normal self] Jafar: Just a con, need I go on? Take it from me his personality flaws give me adequate cause to send him packing on a one-way trip [sends Aladdin and Abu in a pillar, carpet flies in after the,] Jafar: so his prospects take a terminal dip his assets frozen, the venue chosen is the ends of the earth, [sends the pillar in the air] Jafar: whoopee! So long, Iago: Good bye, see ya! Jafar: [sings] Ex-Prince Ali! [laughs maniacly]
[after they both have sex in Ryan's room; Ryan lays on the floor whilst Alex, naked, lies on the bed] Ryan Bingham: Good call on that towel rack. Alex Goran: I like how you burritoed me in the sofa cushions. Ryan Bingham: I was improvising. Alex Goran: Shame we didn't make it to the closet. Ryan Bingham: Mmm. We gotta do this again. Alex Goran: Oh. yeah.
Dumbledore: Hogwarts, let's entertain our friends in the best way we can, all stand! [the entire student body stands up as one] Dumbledore: Maestro, if you will! [Professor Flitwick and Dumbledore both begin conducting the students as they sing the school song] Hogwarts student body: 'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy warty Hogwarts, teach us something please. Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees. Our heads could do with filling with some interesting stuff, for now they're bare and full or air, dead flies and bits of fluff!' [as they are singing, the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students merely stare, as if they can't believe what they are seeing/hearing]
Maid Marian: Oh Broomhilde, look! A happy little bluebird! Hello! [the bird lands on her finger] Maid Marian: This means I must make a wish. I wish against wish, I hope against hope, that the heavens bring me a kind and wonderful gentleman who possesses the key to my... [looks at her chastity belt, then looks at Broomhilde] Maid Marian: heart. [bird flies away] Maid Marian: Goodbye, my little friend. Broomhilde: Ooh, that happy little bluebird has left a happy little do-do on your hand!
Eric Matthews: Don't look at me like I betrayed you. Gracie Hart: No, betrayal implies an action, you just stood there!
Montrose: Great men, such as yourself, draw rumors as shite draws flies. Duke of Argyll: You are the shite, Montrose, and the flies upon it!
Alex Jones: "You can't fight city hall." "Death and taxes." "Don't talk about politics or religion." This is all the equivalent of enemy propaganda, rolling across the picket line. "Lay down, GI! Lay down, GI!". We saw it all through the 20th Century. And now on the 21st Century, it's time to stand up and realize, that we should NOT allow ourselves to be crammed into this rat maze. We should not SUBMIT to dehumanization. I don't know about you, but I'm concerned with what's happening in this world. I'm concerned with the structure. I'm concerned with the systems of control. Those that control my life, and those that seek to control it EVEN MORE! I want FREEDOM! That's what I want, and that's what YOU should want! It's up to each and every one of us to turn loose of just some of the greed, the hatred, the envy, and yes, the insecurities, because that is the central mode of control, make us feel pathetic, small, so we'll willingly give up our sovereignty, our liberty, our destiny. We have GOT to realize we're being conditioned on a mass scale. Start challenging this corporate slave state! The 21st Century's gonna be a new century! Not the century of slavery, not the century of lies and issues of no significance, of classism and statism, and all the rest of the modes of control... it's gonna be the age of humankind, standing up for something PURE and something RIGHT! What a bunch of garbage, liberal, Democratic, conservative, Republican, it's all there to control you, two sides of the same coin! Two management teams, bidding for control of the CEO job of Slavery Incorporated! The TRUTH is out there in front of you, but they lay out this buffet of LIES! I'm SICK of it, and I'M NOT GONNA TAKE A BITE OUT OF IT! DO YA GOT ME? Resistance is NOT futile, we're gonna win this thing, humankind is too good, WE'RE NOT A BUNCH OF UNDERACHIEVERS, WE'RE GONNA STAND UP, AND WE'RE GONNA BE HUMAN BEINGS! WE'RE GONNA GET FIRED UP ABOUT THE REAL THINGS, THE THINGS THAT MATTER - CREATIVITY, AND THE *DYNAMIC* *HUMAN* *SPIRIT* THAT REFUSES TO *SUBMIT*! WELL THAT'S IT, that's all I've got to say. It's in your court now.
FBI Team Leader: It's an interesting setup, Mr. Ross. It is the oldest confidence game on the books. The Spanish Prisoner. Fellow says him and his sister, wealthy refugees, left a fortune in the home country. He got out, girl and the money stuck in Spain. Here is her most beautiful portrait. And he needs money to get her and the fortune out. Man who supplies the money gets the fortune and the girl. Oldest con in the world.
Lorelai: She only flies west to east. Robby Ray Stewart: What? Thats the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life.
Adam: Listen, You know when we make love for the first time. Well, I just wanted to let you know, I want to leave it all up to you, your call. Lucy Owens: I don't get you Adam. Adam: Everything, you know? When and where, the circumstances. I want it to happen... I want it to be exactly the way you'd like it to be. Is that ok? Lucy Owens: [voice over, Lucy thinking to herself] How about now? right here in the car. [Lucy catches her breath and replies to Adam] Lucy Owens: I'll think about that.
Gall: There were no early crops. Now there will be no late crops. Does it seem to you that our coffee rations are smaller? Sitting Bull: Why do you tell lies about my part in the fight at the Little Bighorn? Gall: It was Agent McLaughlin. You angered him. He made me say these things against you. Sitting Bull: How can this be? All our lives, we were like brothers, sharing meat when we had it. When we had no meat, and when food was but a day's ride to an agency, we could not be made to take from the whites! Gall: I will go and speak straight and set things right. Sitting Bull: These words cannot be put back. I have said all I have to say. Gall: My brother, listen to me. Many would have taken from the whites for all those years, but they did not because you did not. I did not because you did not. Before you came, I was Big Man here. But now you've come and you do nothing. You sit and tell stories while I work my fields. You go with Cody, you write your name on a piece of paper and you take money - money that I must sweat for. I do not understand why you feel so honored by these things. I do not understand why you've come, because to me you are Sitting Bull, our leader who would never surrender. That is all I have to say.
Pete: Well hell, it ain't square one! Ain't nobody gonna pick up three filthy, unshaved hitch-hikers, and one of them a know-it-all that can't keep his trap shut. Ulysses Everett McGill: Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don't intend to dignify with comment. But I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies of the goddamn field or... hell! Take at look at Delmar here as your paradigm of hope. Delmar O'Donnell: Yeah, look at me.
Ben Holmes: Quoting Bishop Jeremy Taylor, "Marriage hath in it less of beauty but more of safety, than the single life; it hath more care, but less danger, it is more merry, and more sad; it is fuller of sorrows, and fuller of joys; it lies under more burdens, but it is supported by all the strengths of love and charity, and those burdens are delightful."
Jigsaw: Hello Officer Rigg, What have you learned thus far? Experience is a harsh teacher. First comes the test, second comes the lesson. If you want to SAVE AS I SAVE then you will see that the person before you is but a student... so I ask you officer Rigg. Has the pupil learned her lesson? Has she been told the error of her ways? Does she now view the world differently? Officer Rigg, the key to this persons freedom lies in the palm of your hand... but only if she has done her own part. Can you play your role in her salvation? Once judgement has been made though, the key to finding your next destination is just off the map.
[last lines] Scott: [on the phone with Cooper and Jenny] Hold on, this must be my new roommate. [Scotty opens the door and finds Mieke standing there] Cooper: [yelling over the phone] What's the freak look like? Is he a dork or is he cool? He better not be cooler than me. Is he bigger than me? Scott: I just got your last email. What are you doing here? Mieke: Going to college. Scott: You're going to college here? What dorm? Mieke: This one. Room 2-1-4. Scott: How is this possible? Mieke: I guess they thought I was a guy. Scott: Now who would be dumb enough to make a mistake like that? [Scotty and Mieke kiss] Cooper: [over the phone] Do I hear kissing? Are you making out with your new roommate, Scotty? [Scotty and Mieke fall on Scotty's bed laughing and continue to make out] Cooper: Scotty? Scotty? *Scotty*! Green Fairy: [Green Fairy appears] This happy ending is bullshit! When does the fairy get laid? I'm outta here! [makes the words The End appear with his wand, flies away]
Vasilli: [narrating] Autumn, 1942. Europe lies crushed beneath the Nazi jackboot. The German Third Reich is at the height of its power. Hitler's Armies are charging through the heart of the Soviet Union towards the oil fields of Asia. One last obstacle remains, a city on the Volga, where the fate of the world is being decided - Stalingrad.
Ricky Slade: OK, Bob, you knocked the Jew's tooth out, right? That's gonna cost Max 8 grand, maybe more than 8 grand. You probably lost him his whole line of clientele too. Plus, you've been fucking up Jess' dancing. Now I think he knows I sold the fucking carpet van, he's been giving me looks and shit which leads to that, OK? Now he can't kill us in Los Angeles cause there's a lot of questions there right? But all of a sudden he flies us out to New York City to do a drop? We don't know what the fuck the drop is, OK? But if we disappeared out here, there's no fucking questions involved in that. There's no questions if we disappear. LA, questions, drop out here, not a lot of questions! Bobby: How do you come up with this shit?
Princess Tiana: Where are you taking me? Prince Naveen: Oh, I just... wanted to show you a little something to celebrate our last night together as frogs. [tugs her up and she sees his set-up of a table and wine bottle] Princess Tiana: Oh... All my years. No one's ever done anything like this for me. [glances at Naveen and sees he is wearing a butterfly as a bowtie] Prince Naveen: Oh, heh, i - it is too much, isn't it? Um... [clears throat] Prince Naveen: Thank you, Bow. Bow: I thought it was a nice touch. [flies away] Prince Naveen: Pretend you did not see that. [leads Tiana to the table] Prince Naveen: Please, please sit down. [sets a platter in front of her] Princess Tiana: What's this? Prince Naveen: Ta-da! [lifts the lid and shows minced food] Princess Tiana: You minced! Prince Naveen: I did! [Tiana giggles] Prince Naveen: You have had quite an influence on me. Which is amazing because I have dated thousands of women and- [cuts himself off in panic] Prince Naveen: No, like two, three... just other women! A-and anyway, you could not be more different! You know, you are - you are practically, heh, one of the guys! [Tiana looks shocked] Prince Naveen: No no no! You are not a guy! Let me begin again! Uh... [leans on the table and he slips to the floor, the food spilling on him] Prince Naveen: Ha... I am not myself tonight. Tiana! [stands up] Prince Naveen: Sorry, that was loud. [Tiana laughs] Prince Naveen: This is a disaster. Princess Tiana: [laughs] No, it's cute. [Naveen chuckles]
SpongeBob SquarePants: You still have that bag of winds, buddy? Patrick Star: [Shows a bulge on his backside] Sure do. [Both laugh] Patrick Star: [Pulls out bag of wind, but not from the bulge] Here you go. SpongeBob SquarePants: Uh... Patrick Star: What? SpongeBob SquarePants: Nothing, nothing. Now, let's go over those instructions. Let's see, it says here; Step one: hold bag away from home. Patrick Star: [Holds bag away] Okay. SpongeBob SquarePants: Step two: plant feet firmly on ground. Patrick Star: [Plant feet firmly on ground] Right. SpongeBob SquarePants: Step three: pull out string, releasing the winds. Patrick Star: Check. [pulls string; bag slips from hands and flies away] SpongeBob SquarePants: It seems simple enough. Hold bag away from home, plant feet firmly on ground, pull out string releasing wind. Now, let's do it for real. Patrick Star: Uh, SpongeBob?
Francis: Well, look at that - 8:00 already. Way past my bed time. Where do I sleep? Grandma Ida: You're sitting on it. Francis: Does it turn into a bed? Grandma Ida: Yes, it becomes a bed. [sarcastically] Grandma Ida: It's a special magic sofa. It opens up for magic, lazy boy. And angels come out feed you grapes and sing to you while you sleep, and it flies around the room, granting wishes to boys who are stupid. Francis: All right! It doesn't fold out!
Joe Galloway: [Narrating] In Saigon, Hal Moore's superiors congratulated him for killing over 1,800 enemy soldiers. Then ordered him to lead the Seventh Cavalry back into the valley of death. He led them and fought beside them for 235 more days. Some had families waiting. For others, their only family would be the men they bled beside. There were no bands, no flags, no Honor Guards to welcome them home. They went to war because their country ordered them to. But in the end, they fought not for their country or their flag, the fought for each other.
Henry Miller: All right, I'll tell you. June appeared like an Angel, and I offered her a fool's faith. She was a taxi dancer. I paid my dime, she put her head on my shoulder, but then the lies began. She told me her mother was a gypsy and her father was a count. Later, I saw a film and realized she swiped her whole childhood right out of the film. AnaÔs Nin: And so? Henry Miller: So I married her.
Megatron: My master, I failed you on Earth. The Allspark is destroyed and without it, our race will perish. The Fallen: You much have much to learn, my disciple. The Cube was merely a vessel. It's power, it's knowledge, can never be destroyed. It can only transform. Megatron: How is that possible? The Fallen: It has been absorbed by the human child. The key to saving our race now lies within his mind. Megatron: Well, then, let me strip the very flesh from his body! The Fallen: And you will, my apprentice, in time. For millennia, I have dreamed of my return to that wretched planet where I, too, was once betrayed by the Primes I called my brothers. Only a Prime can defeat me... and now, only one remains. Megatron: Optimus... he protects the boy. The Fallen: Then the boy will lead us too him, and revenge will be ours. Megatron: Yeesss... Starscream: The boy will not escape us! We have him in our sights! Starscream: [watching a hatchling die] Without the energon, the hatchlings will keep dying.
Jack Friar: [about to be executed] You think because you've already killed somebody, killing me's no big deal? You kill me and every cop on the planet's work takes a sudden vacation. You become the case that never closes, the guy they never stop hunting. You be job one. Pay attention Erin, 'cause this applies to you too. When they catch you, where ever they catch you, they're gonna subdue you. And they're gonna subdue you substantially. Then they're gonna tell you to run, and that's gonna confuse you, 'cause you never heard that before. Then your animal brain is gonna kick in with survival mode, telling you stupid shit like, hey, they're lettin' me go. So you'll run. Tyrone: And then what? Jack Friar: Then they shoot your dumb ass.
White King: In war, truth first, there’s always time for lies later.
Lindsay Funke: I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar.
Cassander: Alexander, if we must fight, do so with stealth. Use your numbers well; we should attack tonight when they least expect us. Alexander: I didn't cross Asia to steal this victory, Cassander. Cassander: No, you are too honorable for that, no doubt influenced from sleeping with tales of Troy under your pillow. But your father was no lover of Homer's. Parmenion: The lands west of the Euphrates, Alexander, and his daughter's hand in marriage! Since when has a Greek ever been given such honors? Alexander: These are not honors, Parmenion, they're bribes! Which the Greeks have accepted too long! You forget, Parmenion, that the man who murdered my father lies across the valley floor. Parmenion: Come, Alexander, we're not really sure if it was Persian gold behind the assassination. It is no matter! Your father taught you never to surrender your reason to your passion! I urge you, with all my experience, regroup! Fall back to the coast, raise a larger force! Alexander: I would, if I were Parmenion. But I am Alexander. And no more than earth has two suns will Asia bear two kings. These are my terms. And if Darius isn't a coward who hides behind his men then he'll come to me tomorrow. And *when* he bows down to Greece, Alexander will be merciful.
Darien Fawkes: Leo Tolstoi , he once observed that 'All happy families resemble one another, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way'. Which made my family about as unique as it gets. Eh, what little was left of it.
[last lines] Jason White: [Yells and waves from his window] GOOD NIGHT! Lois Lane: [Lois is standing in the front yard thinking about Superman, she is then startled when she hears Jason, she sees Jason waving out to the sky, she then looks at the sky and sees Superman floating right above her] I... Will we see you... around? Superman: I'm always around. Good night, Lois. [Flies off]
[Tulio, Miguel and Altivo have finally, after much effort, all gotten into the rowboat and avoided getting run over by any of the ships] Tulio: Did any of the supplies make it? Miguel: Um, well, yes and no. [Tulio looks: Altivo is eating the few supplies that did make it] Tulio: Oh, great! Miguel: Hey, Tulio, look on the positive side: at least things can't get... [a thunder clap. It starts pouring rain] Tulio: Excuse me, were you about to say "worse"? Miguel: No. Tulio: No? You're sure? Miguel: Definitely not, I'm going to revise that whole thing. Tulio: Yeah. We are at least in a rowboat. Miguel: We are in a rowboat. [the boat drifts away to reveal the sharks following it]
Batty Koda: [after saving Crysta and Zak from the leveler] "Don't go," I said. "Bad idea," I said. But would you listen? No. Don't listen to Batty. Well what do we have here? Shoes... animals don't wear shoes... A HUMAN! Crysta: A TREE! Batty Koda: WOAH! [flies into tree... ]
[first lines] Dalton Russell: My name is Dalton Russell. Pay strict attention to what I say because I choose my words carefully and I never repeat myself. I've told you my name: that's the Who. The Where could most readily be described as a prison cell. But there's a vast difference between being stuck in a tiny cell and being in prison. The What is easy: recently I planned and set in motion events to execute the perfect bank robbery. That's also the When. As for the Why: beyond the obvious financial motivation, it's exceedingly simple... because I can. Which leaves us only with the How; and therein, as the Bard would tell us, lies the rub.
Robert McNamara: What makes us omniscient? Have we a record of omniscience? We are the strongest nation in the world today. I do not believe we should ever apply that economic, political, or military power unilaterally. If we had followed that rule in Vietnam, we wouldn't have been there! None of our allies supported us; not Japan, not Germany, not Britain or France. If we can't persuade nations with comparable values of the merit of our cause, we'd better reexamine our reasoning.
[at Sara's birthday party, Sara blows out the candles on her cake] Lottie: [happily jumping up and down] I want a big piece! Lavinia: [sarcastically] Oh hush up, Lottie! I'm sure Princess Sara will give everyone a fair share. Right, Princess? Lottie: [to Sara] I told her that's what you were. Sara Crewe: Well, not just me, all girls are princesses. Even snotty, two-face bullies like you, Lavinia!
Narrator: Last year, Tobias produced a video tape. But its brief success was due to its misleading name. [shows "Families with Low Self Esteem" next to "Girls With Low Self Esteem"] Narrator: Once this flaw was discovered, all but ten of the tapes were returned.
Adama: [sensing despair at the funeral service after the battle at Ragnor] Are they the lucky ones? That's what you're thinking, isn't it? We're a long way from home. We've jumped way beyond the Red Line into uncharted space. Limited supplies. Limited fuel. No allies. And now no hope! Maybe it would have been better for us to have died quickly back on the colonies with our families instead of dying out here slowly in the emptiness of dark space. Where shall we go? What shall we do? "Life here began out there". Those are the first words of the sacred scrolls. And they were told to us by the Lords of Kobol many countless centuries ago. And they made it perfectly clear that we are not alone in this universe. Elosha, there's a 13th colony of humankind, is there not? Priest Elosha: Yes. The scrolls tell us a 13th tribe left Kobol in the Early Days. They traveled far and made their home upon a planet called Earth, which circled a distant and unknown star. Adama: It's not unknown. I know where it is! Earth - the most guarded secret we have. The location was only known by the senior commanders of the fleet, and we dared not share it with the public. Not while there was a Cylon threat upon us. For now we have a refuge to go to. A refuge that the Cylons know nothing about! It won't be an easy journey. It will be long and arduous. But I promise you one thing. On the memory of those lying here before you, we shall find it. And Earth will become our new home. So say we all! Galactica Crew: So say we all! Adama: [louder] So say we all! Galactica Crew: So say we all! Adama: [very much louder] So say we all! Galactica Crew: [louder] So say we all! Adama: [standing at attention with the crew] So say we all. Priest Elosha: So say we all.
Natalie: It just seems so unfair, you know? I mean, if I have to do this family thing, shouldn't I get to experience some of the good stuff too? Julia: Well, who says the family thing has any rules? Wasn't it you who said, "Happy families are always happy in the same way", and... Natalie: ...”every unhappy family sucks in a different way"? No, that was Tolstoy. Julia: Oh. Gotta love those Russians.
Bowler Hat Guy: [the Bowler Hat Guy has just gotten the time machine back] Take a good look around boys, because your future is about to change. [heads to the past to pass the memory scanner as his own] Wilbur: Lewis, you have to fix the time machine. Lewis: No-no, I-I can't! [in the past the Bowler Hat Guy has entered Invenct Co] Lewis: What about your dad? You could call him! Wilbur: [points to Lewis] You are my dad! Lewis: But that's in the future! Wilbur: There won't be a future unless you fix the time machine! [in the past Bowler Hat Guy is showing off the memory scanner] Wilbur: Look, I messed up, I left the garage unlocked, but I tried like crazy to fix things! But now it's up to you... [in the past Bowler Hat guy is signing a contract] Wilbur: You can do it, dad. [starts to vanish] Wilbur: Lewis? Lewis! [flys into the sky turns into a ball of light] Lewis: Wilbur? [flies over the Robinson yard and is sucked into the sky] Lewis: Wilbur...
Fletcher: [exclaims] AND THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE! My client LIED about her age, she was only seventeen when she got married which makes her a minor. And in the great state of California, no minor can enter into any legal contract without parental consent, including? [looks at Dana] Dana: Prenuptial agreements. Fletcher: Prenuptial agreements! This contract is VOID. The fact that my client has been ridden more than Seattle Slew is irrelevant. Standard community property applies and she is entitled to half the marital assests, or $11.395 million dollars. Jordan fades back, shwoosh, and THAT'S THE GAME! Nothing further, your honor. Dana: [breaks pencil] Judge Stevens: [talks to crows] Quiet. In light of this new evidence, the court must rule in favor of Mrs. Cole. She is hearby awarded half the marital assests. [pounds gavel]
Jenkins: [Voiceover] The Supermarket in Ellington, Connecticut was always a constant in my life. Unchanged from my first memories of the place as a little kid, from the front end to the back room, aisle seven to seafood, it was timeless, like the town it was built in. Lying below the Johnny Appleseed Orchards, and just across the street from the Kelly family's cornfields, the place always felt like it was simply a natural part of Ellington. The Supermarket was an important link in the town: it was where all the families got their food, where all the local kids worked, where all the farmers would come to cool off. But most of all it was a community, for the customers, for the long time employees, and especially for all of us. This was where we worked, where we hung out. It was like a smaller version of our town. And I guess I should tell you about the town, 'cause Ellington is pretty important to this story as well. Ellington, Connecticut was a town everyone always said had more cows than people, and even if they wouldn't admit it, it was somethin' they were proud of. It was one of the last of its kind, an old fashioned family farm town. I've lived in Ellington my whole life, and it seemed as though the town and the Supermarket always stayed the same. They stood the test of time, almost immortal. Or at least, that's what I had thought. Bus as usually happens in these stories unfortunately, that was all about to change...
Ellis Leach: I met with Prince Thamer at Saudi Embassy fifteen minutes after hearing this morning's news. And after speaking with Thamer, I advised withholding additional U.S. personnel, because a large part of the religious justification for these bombs is the presence of current U.S. personnel. More boots on Saudi soil is only gonna make an already combustible situation that much more so. Maricella Canavesio: My two cents. The Saudis have not asked for FBI help. They've done the opposite. This is just going to further complicate an already deteriorating situation with one of our few remaining allies in the Middle East. Attorney General Gideon Young: Rock solid logic. FBI Director James Grace: Well, we would like to be on the record as saying the FBI would like an Evidence Response Team on the ground in Riyadh now. Ellis Leach: Doesn't your team in that country represent exactly the kind of... of target that these masters would die for? They'd trade ten of their own for one of you. FBI Director James Grace: Not to go after criminals because they might try to harm you is really not a policy of the FBI. See, we try not to say uncle. We try.
[Sky Captain flies over the sidewalk where Polly is standing] Joe 'Sky Captain' Sullivan: Polly. [Polly snaps a picture of Sky Captain flying overhead] Polly Perkins: Joe.
Behrani: [to his son Esmail] Pesaram, she is a bird, a broken one. Your grandfather used to say that a bird which flies into your house is an angel. You must look upon his presence as a blessing.
Frank Bannister: [to Stuart and Cyrus] Why is it that flies stick to you guys like shit to a blanket? Cyrus: Ha ha, very funny. You're a funny guy, Frank. You know, all you think about is yourself. I could complain, too, you know. I would like some new clothes. You get to dress nice. Here I am still looking like Linc from The Mod Squad. Frank Bannister: You died in the 70's. It's a bummer.
Harper Pitt: I wish I could go traveling. Things aren't right with me. [Harper opens cabinet door in bathroom to remove pill container. She closes the door which reveals Mr. Lie's reflection in the mirror. She gasps. ] Mr. Lies: Cash, check, or credit card? Harper Pitt: You startled me. Mr. Lies: Cash, check, or... Harper Pitt: I remember you. You're from Salt Lake. You sold us the plane tickets when we flew here. What are you doing in Brooklyn? Mr. Lies: You said you wanted to travel. Harper Pitt: How thoughtful! Mr. Lies: Mr. Lies of the International Order of Travel Agents. We mobilize the globe. We set people adrift. We are adepts of motion, acolytes of the flocks. Cash, check, or credit card, name your destination. Harper Pitt: Antartica, maybe? I want to see the hole in the ozone. I heard on the radio... Mr. Lies: We'll arrange a guided tour. Now? Harper Pitt: Soon, maybe soon. I'm not safe here, you see. Weird stuff happens. Mr. Lies: Like? Harper Pitt: Like you, for instance. Just appearing. Or last week. Well, nevermind. People are like planets, you need a thick skin. Joe stays away and now, well look, my dreams are talking back to me. Mr. Lies: The price of rootlessness, motion sickness. Only cure, keep moving. Harper Pitt: I'm undecided. I feel that something's going to give. It's 1985... fifteen years to the third millennium. Maybe Christ will come again or maybe the troubles will and the end will come. And the sky will collapse and there'll be terrible rain and showers of poison light. Or maybe my life is really fine... maybe Joe loves me and I'm only crazy thinking otherwise. Or maybe not. Maybe it's even worse than I know. Maybe I want to know, maybe I don't. The suspense, Mr. Lies, it's killing me. Mr. Lies: I suggest a vacation.
Yuri Orlov: Some of the most successful relationships are based on lies and deceit. Since that's where they usually end up anyway, it's a logical place to start.
[Harry is about to throw away Lloyd's chipped tooth] Lloyd: No! Wait - save it for the Tooth Fairy. Harry: I happen to know for a fact that my mother is the Tooth Fairy. Lloyd: No way! Your mom's the Tooth Fairy? Harry: Yeah, she flies around at night while I'm asleep. Lloyd: Well nice to meet you. I'm Lloyd Christmas. Harry: Well, I'll be. Here I am bragging about how my mom's the Tooth Fairy and you're dad's Santa Claus!
[the Monitor hits the floor after the Chief inserts the Index into the core and Cortana arise from the hologram panel in a foul mood] Cortana: I have been cooped up in here for twelve hours watching you toatie about helping that thing get set to slit our throats! The Master Chief: Hold on now, he's a friend. Cortana: [Sarcastically] Oh! I didn't realize! Is he your pal? Is he your chum? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT BASTARD ALMOST MADE YOU DO? The Master Chief: Yeeessss; activate Halo's defenses and destroy the Flood, which is why we brought the Index to the control center. Cortana: You mean this? [Holds up the Index] 343 Guilty Spark: A construct in the core? That is absolutely unacceptable! Cortana: Sawed off! 343 Guilty Spark: Why... I shall purge you at once! Cortana: You sure that's a good idea? [the Index vanishes from her hands] 343 Guilty Spark: Why I-I... Cortana: -Do what? I have the Index! YOU CAN JUST FLOAT AND SPUTTER! The Master Chief: [to both] Enough! [turns to Cortana] The Master Chief: The Flood is spreading. If we activate Halo's defenses, we can wipe them out. Cortana: You have no idea how this ring works, do you? Why the Forerunners built it? Halo doesn't kill Flood, IT KILLS THEIR FOOD! Humans, Covenant, whatever; we're all equally edible. The only way to stop the Flood is to starve them to death, and that's EXACTLY what Halo is designed to do; wipe the galaxy clean of all sentient life. You don't believe me? Ask HIM. [points to the Monitor] The Master Chief: [turns to the Monitor with a serious demeanor] Is it true? 343 Guilty Spark: ...More or less. Technically, this installation's pulse has a maximum effective radius of up to 25,000 light years. But, once others follow suit, this galaxy will be quite devoid of life. Or, at least any life with sufficient biomass to sustain the Flood. But you already knew that. I mean... how couldn't you? Cortana: Left out that little detail, did he? 343 Guilty Spark: [to the Chief] We followed outbreak procedure to the letter. You were with me each step of the way as we managed this crisis. Cortana: [bows her head] I'm tracking movement, we have to go! 343 Guilty Spark: [still talking to the Chief] Why would you hesitate to do what you've already done? Cortana: We have to go! We have to move now! 343 Guilty Spark: [four Sentinels appear behind him] Last time you asked me, if it were my choice, would I do it? Having had considerable time to ponder your querey, my answer has not changed. [the Chief grabs Cortana's chip and jams it into his helmet] 343 Guilty Spark: If you are unwilling to help, I will simply find another. But still, I must have the Index. Cortana: [to the Chief] Get... us... out of here! 343 Guilty Spark: Surrender your construct, or I will be forced to take it from you. The Master Chief: [through his teeth] That's not going to happen! 343 Guilty Spark: So be it. [to the Sentinels] 343 Guilty Spark: Save his head, dispose of the rest. [the Monitor flies away, leaving the Chief and Cortana to the tender mercies of the Sentinels]
Ghost Dog: If one were to say in a word what the condition of being a samurai is, its basis lies first in seriously devoting one's body and soul to his master.
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