Jake Tyler Brigance:
We're going to lose this case, Carl lee. There are no more points of law to argue here. I want to cope a plea, maybe Buckley will cop us a second degree murder and we can get you just life in prison.
Carl Lee Hailey:
Jake, I can't do no life in prison. You got to get me off. Now if it was you on trial...
Jake Tyler Brigance:
It's not me, we're not the same, Carl Lee. The jury has to identify with the defendant. They see you, they see a yardworker; they see me, they see an attorney. I live in town, you live in the hill.
Carl Lee Hailey:
Well, you are white and I'm black. See Jake, you think just like them, that's why I picked you; you are one of them , don't you see?. Oh, you think you ain't because you eat in Claude's and you are out there trying to get me off on TV talking about black and white, but the fact is you are just like all the rest of them. When you look at me, you don't see a man, you see a black man.
Jake Tyler Brigance:
Carl Lee, I'm your friend.
Carl Lee Hailey:
We ain't no friends, Jake. We are on different sides of the line, I ain't never seen you in my part of town. I bet you don't even know where I live. Our daughters, Jake; they ain't never gonna play together.
Jake Tyler Brigance:
What are you talking about?
Carl Lee Hailey:
America is a war and you are on the other side. How's a black man ever going to get a fair trial with the enemy on the bench and in the jury box?. My life in white hands? You Jake, that's how. You are my secret weapon because you are one of the bad guys. You don't mean to be but you are. It's how you was raised. Nigger, negro, black, African-american, no matter how you see me, you see me different, you see me like that jury sees me, you are them. Now throw out your points of law Jake. If you was on that jury, what would it take to convince you to set me free? That's how you save my ass. That's how you save us both.
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.
Detective James Carter:
Sister we appreciate you doing this!
Sister Agnes:
My pleasure!
Chief Inspector Lee:
Sister Agnes please ask who sent him? [asks in french]
French Assassin:
[speaks french]
Sister Agnes:
He says your both making a big mistake,that one day youll beg for mercy, he also said...
Chief Inspector Lee:
What? Oh please sister we have to know.
Detective James Carter:
There's lives at stake.
Sister Agnes:
Well he used the N word
Detective James Carter:
What? The N word you tell this little mother...
Chief Inspector Lee:
Carter, shes a nun.
Detective James Carter:
Sister you tell this piece of S word, that I will personally F word him up.
French Assassin, Sister Agnes:
[speaks french to assassin] [speaks french to sister Agnes]
Detective James Carter:
Did he say negro?
Sister Agnes:
He used the N word, but this time he mentioned your grandmother.
Detective James Carter:
You tell him that his mama's an H.
Chief Inspector Lee:
Carter I believe whore is spelled with an W.
Detective James Carter:
Right W, and his sister's a W and his grandmama is a two bit W who makes double cause she got no teeth you tell him I said that.
French Assassin, Sister Agnes:
[speaks french to assassin] [speaks french to Sister Agnes]
Chief Inspector Lee:
Did he say it again?
Sister Agnes:
No, this time he called this gentleman a word that means cat and another word that rhymes with maggot.
Chief Inspector Lee:
What? Well you can tell him hes a A.W.
Detective James Carter:
Ugh, Lee hole is spelled with an H.
Sister Agnes:
I have a dictionary upstairs.
Chief Inspector Lee:
Just call him an asshole!
Sister Agnes:
[assassin speaks french] He says you been both marked for death like Han and the girl.
Klopfer:
And how is it you speak Hebrew? Or is it only Yiddish you speak?
Adolf Eichmann:
Well, I lived among them, I worked among them, and I picked up a few words; Jewish, Yiddish, not enough to speak. So I went in search of a rabbi - rabbi means "teacher", I came to find out - Look, may I tell you the Lord's honest truth? So many of our highest-ranking officers, whose responsibility it is to deal with the Israelites, they make no attempt to get inside the Jewish head - I went to visit this rabbi - old man, long beard - in his one-room flat. And when he saw me, his eyes grew as large as hen's eggs. I asked him to teach me his language, and he agreed, and he said that he would, but that he would charge me - of course. So, I applied to my commander for funds, and I was denied; now, I've run into this opposition all my life, so I paid my own money - very little, not much. And he taught me some vocabulary, letters of the alphabet. But looking back, I realize it was poor judgment on my part, because I could have so easily had the old man arrested - put into prison - and demanded lessons from him, in his cell, free of charge. One day, he was rounded up and shipped off because he had gone out unadvisedly. And I thought "That's so stupid... why are they so stupid?" Didn't he know that I would have protected him? At least until my lessons were complete.
[a Borg scratches Data's flesh arm]
Lieutenant Commander Data:
Ah!
Borg Queen:
Is it becoming clear to you yet? Look at yourself, standing there, cradling the new flesh I've given you. If it means nothing to you, why protect it?
Lieutenant Commander Data:
I... I am simply imitating the behavior of humans.
Borg Queen:
You're becoming more human all the time, Data; now you're learning how to lie.
Lieutenant Commander Data:
My programming was not designed to process these sensations.
Borg Queen:
Then tear the skin from your limb as you would a defective circuit. [Data hesitates]
Borg Queen:
Go ahead, Data! We won't stop you! [Data forces himself to try to tear off the skin]
Borg Queen:
Do it! Don't be tempted by flesh! [Data relents and leaves the skin alone]
Borg Queen:
Are you familiar with physical forms of pleasure?
Lieutenant Commander Data:
If you are referring to sexuality, I am... fully functional, programmed in... multiple techniques.
Borg Queen:
How long since you've used them?
Lieutenant Commander Data:
Eight years, seven months, sixteen days, four minutes, twenty-two...
Borg Queen:
Far too long. [they kiss passionately]
Vinny Gambini:
Look, maybe I could have handled the preliminary a little better, okay? I admit it. But what's most important is winning the case. I could do it. I really could. Let me tell you how, okay? The D.A.'s got to build a case. Building a case is like building a house. Each piece of evidence is just another building block. He wants to make a brick bunker of a building. He wants to use serious, solid-looking bricks, like, like these, right? [puts his hand on the wall]
Bill:
Right.
Vinny Gambini:
Let me show you something. [he holds up a playing card, with the face toward Billy]
Vinny Gambini:
He's going to show you the bricks. He'll show you they got straight sides. He'll show you how they got the right shape. He'll show them to you in a very special way, so that they appear to have everything a brick should have. But there's one thing he's not gonna show you. [turns the card, so that its edge is toward Billy]
Vinny Gambini:
When you look at the bricks from the right angle, they're as thin as this playing card. His whole case is an illusion, a magic trick. It has to be an illusion, 'cause you're innocent. Nobody - I mean nobody - pulls the wool over the eyes of a Gambini, especially this one. Give me a chance, one chance. Let me question the first witness. If after that point, you don't think that I'm the best man for the job, fire me then and there. I'll leave quietly, no grudges. All I ask is for that one chance. I think you should give it to me.
Attalus:
[Raising a toast at Philip's wedding party] To Philip and Eurydice! And to their legitimate son! To Philip...
Alexander:
[Alexander throws a wine cup at him] And what am I? You son of a dog. Come then.
Philip:
[Attalus throws his cup at Alexander and soon a fight breaks out] Quiet. Shut up! Shut up all of you! This is my wedding, not some public brawl! Apologize, by Zeus, before you dishonor me.
Alexander:
You defend the man that calls my mother a whore and me a bastard? And I dishonor you?
Philip:
Bah! You listen like your mother. Attalus is family now, same as you.
Alexander:
Then choose your relatives more carefully. Don't expect me to sit here and watch you shame yourself.
Philip:
Shame?
Attalus:
You insult me!
Alexander:
I insult you? A man not fit to lick the ground my mother walks on? You dog, questioning your queen!
Philip:
Shame? I've nothing to be ashamed of, you arrogant brat! I'll marry the girl if I want, and I'll have as many sons as I want, and there's nothing you or your harpy mother can do about it!
Alexander:
Why, drunken man, must you think everything I do and say comes from my mother?
Philip:
Because I know her heart, by Hera! And I see her in your eyes. You covet this throne too much. Now! We all know that that she-wolf of a mother of yours wants me dead! Well, you can both dream boy.
Philip:
Come Philip, 'tis the wine talking. Leave the boy, it can wait till the morning.
Philip:
Now! I command you... apologize to your kinsman. [Alexander stands in silence looking at Attalus]
Philip:
Apologize!
Alexander:
He's no kinsman to me. Good night old man, and when my mother remarries, I'll invite you to her wedding. [Walks away]
Philip:
You bastard! You'll obey me. Come here. [Alexander looks at Philip and continues to walk away, Philip grabs his sword and prepares to attack Alexander, but falls to the ground in a drunken stupor]
Alexander:
This is the man who's going to take you from Greece to Persia? He can't even make it from one couch to the next.
Philip:
Get out of my palace! You're exiled, you bastard! Banished from the land, you're not welcome here! You're no son of mine!
Banky:
Stop the movie? What are you, crazy?
Jay:
All these assholes on the internet are calling us names because of this stupid fucking movie.
Banky:
That's what the internet is for. Slandering others anonymously. Stopping the flick isn't gonna stop that.
Jay:
This isn't fair. We came to Hollywood, I fell in love. Fuckin', we got shot at, we stole a monkey, and I got punched in the motherfucking nuts by a guy named Cock-Knocker.
Banky:
You know what? I feel for you boys, I really do, but Miramax - you know, Miramax Films - paid me a shitload of money for Bluntman and Chronic. So it occurs to me that people badmouthing you on some website, is NONE OF MY FUCKING CONCERN!
Silent Bob:
Oh, but I think it is... We had a deal with you, on the comics remember, for likeness rights, and as we're not only the artistic basis, but also obviously the character basis, for your intellectual property, Bluntman and Chronic. When said property was optioned by Miramax Films, you were legally obliged to secure our permission to transfer the concept to another medium. As you failed to do that, Banky, you are in breach of the original contract, ergo you find yourself in a very actionable position.
Jay:
Yeah.
Robbie:
[Robbie notices Julia's fiancee is flirting with another woman across the room, so he tries to provoke him to talk] That is one fine piece of ass right there, hm?
Glenn:
That's Grade A top choice meat!
Robbie:
Yeah, I'd just like to bite right through that thing, arg!
Glenn:
[Glenn starts laughing in agreement]
Robbie:
Yeah but we can't get chicks like that now. We're too old.
Glenn:
Speak for yourself, man. I can still get chicks like that.
Robbie:
Not that hot right?
Glenn:
Gotten hotter.
Robbie:
Ten years ago!
Glenn:
Try ten *days* ago.
Robbie:
Really... As hot as that?
Glenn:
Hotter, and younger.
Robbie:
How do you do it, man? I mean how do you do it without getting caught?
Glenn:
Julia's completely preoccupied with the wedding. She doesn't know what's going on.
Robbie:
Yeah, but you know what sucks though? Once you get married, the party's over, right?
Glenn:
I work in the city, man. And I work long hours.
Lt. Aldo Raine:
You know, where I'm from...
Col. Hans Landa:
Yeah, where is that, exactly?
Lt. Aldo Raine:
Maynardville, Tennessee. [pause]
Lt. Aldo Raine:
Up 'ere, when you engage in what the federal government calls "illegal activity" but what we call "a man tryin' to make a livin' for his family sellin' moonshine liquor," it behooves oneself to keep his wits. Long story short, we hear a story too good to be true... it ain't.
Col. Hans Landa:
Sitting in your chair, I would probably say the same thing. And 999 point 999 times out of a million, you would be correct. But in the pages of history, every once in a while, fate reaches out and extends its hand. [pause]
Col. Hans Landa:
What shall the history books read?
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.
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.
[first lines]
Train Conductor:
Good morning ladies and gentlemen. This train, originating from New York's Grand Central Station, is back in service. Next stop will be New Canaan, Connecticut. New Canaan, Connecticut next stop.
Paul Hood:
[narration] In issue 141 of the Fantastic Four, published in November, 1973, Reed Richards had to use his anti-matter weapon on his own son, who Aannihilus has turn into the Human Atom Bomb. It was a typical predicament for the Fantastic Four, because they weren't like other superheroes. They were more like a family. And the more power they had, the more harm they could do to each other without even knowing it. That was the meaning of the Fantastic Four: that a family is like your own personal anti-matter. Your family is the void you emerge from, and the place you return to when you die. And that's the paradox - the closer you're drawn back in, the deeper into the void you go.
