Eddie:
Boy, look, look! Look! Your daddy may not had a whole lot of money. Oh, but he was rich, because he invested in people. What'd you think? You think I was the only one he gave a job to, Calvin? No! That man opened up the doors to anybody and any knucklehead around here in the city of Chicago that wanted to come down here and make somebody out themselves. Gave the opportunity to be somebody! A licensed professional barber. Now, me, myself, personally... I wouldn't gave half these bail-jumpers the opportunity. But, you know, it's just hard enough. You sit in there and try to cut somebody's head and gotta worry about this fool over there trying to shank you. But let me tell you somethin'. At the end of the day... the end of the day, I was glad I was here. And now you!
George:
My dad used to play this game... I never really understood what it was until after he was gone...
Sam:
I was holding for somebody else; it wasn't even mine!
George:
THE GAME was to make me smaller than he was. Smaller. Always smaller. No matter what! He could be almost invisible as a human being, but... I still had to be smaller. So that i-if I got good grades in school, then I was a pussy for not playing football, or-or if I... cut my hair for him, it was never short enough. Or if I shaved my head then I looked like a psycho. I never won the game, never! And if he couldn't... make me smaller with words...
Sam:
...I'll have to pay him back.
George:
Sam... I won't ever hit you. Ever. I don't want you smaller. I want you to be happy and you're not. Not here with me, not home with your mother, not alone, not anywhere. You're what I was most of my life, Sam. I see it in your eyes, in your sleep, in your answer to everything! You're barely alive!
Sam:
[whispers] I'm not even listening.
Dr. Moreau:
Permit me Mr.Douglas, to tell you something of the Devil as I've come to know him. The Devil is that element in human nature, that impels us to destroy and debase.
Edward Douglas:
And what are you about upon this island but destruction and debasement.
Dr. Moreau:
Oh well, I can tell you very plainly... [Majai interrupts by putting his foot on the dinner table to which Dr.Moreau reacts]
Dr. Moreau:
No please, don't do that. [Majai removes foot from table]
Dr. Moreau:
For 17 years I have been striving to create a... some measure of refinement in the human species you see. And it is here, on this very island, that I sir, have found the very essence of the Devil.
Edward Douglas:
What do you mean?
Dr. Moreau:
I've seen the Devil, in my microscope and I have chained him, and I suppose you could say in a sense metaphorically speaking, I have cut him to pieces. The Devil, Mr.Douglas, I've found is nothing more than a tiresome collection of genes, and it is with great assurance that I can tell you, that Lucifer, Son of Morning is no more.
Sport's Dad:
[over ecstatic] Will you take a look at this. Huh? Huh? What do you think of your old man now, Sport? 500 smackaroos! No more paying with change. No more, no more spaghetti. Going to feel like steak. And you know those fancy basketball sneakers with the, with the buckles and the Velcro and the crap all over them? Their yours, buddy boy, all yours! [his phone rings, he answers it]
Sport's Dad:
Hello? Murray. Hey, hey I take it all back. All agents aren't useless. Oh, I'm kidding you, I'm kidding you, man. You know I was always in your corner. Oh, yeah, I knew you'd come through. Well, Sport and I are going to do a little celebrating today...
Sport:
[knock at the door, Sport answers. It's Harriet]
Harriet M. Welsch:
Hey.
Sport:
Hey.
Harriet M. Welsch:
Sold his book?
Sport:
Got a real job.
Sport's Dad:
[notices Harriet] Hey, Harriet, you hear the good news?
Harriet M. Welsch:
[smiling] You're a writer. So how's it feel?
Sport's Dad:
Oh, big slice off heaven, side order of fries. Say, you hungry? I feel like going to the fanciest, schmaniest restaurant in town. We'll abuse the waiter. Who's with me? Harriet?
Sport:
She can't come.
Sport's Dad:
What do you mean she can't come? You haven't even asked her.
Sport:
[firmly] I said she can't come. [to Harriet]
Sport:
You can't be my friend if you're not my friend. [he closes the door on Harriet]
Harriet M. Welsch:
[from the other side of the door, crying] [whispers]
Harriet M. Welsch:
I'm sorry, Sport. I'm sorry.
Benedict:
I understand you are interested in drug dealers.
Danny Madigan:
[whispering] Jack, that's him, the henchman with the glass eye.
Jack Slater:
Sir, are you a henchman?
Benedict:
No, I only go as far as lackey. Anything else?
Jack Slater:
Yeah, take off your sunglasses.
Benedict:
Who's asking?
Jack Slater:
[flashes Police badge] The tin man.
Benedict:
Well, tin man, suppose you hit the bricks.
Jack Slater:
No, they're the wrong color.
Benedict:
Are they? Oh dear. Let's change them. Would arterial red suit you? [points to guard dogs]
Benedict:
Make no mistake, they are exceptionally well-trained. [snaps fingers, dogs form pyramid]
Benedict:
I snap my fingers again and some time tomorrow, you emerge from several canine rector. Or you and Toto can return to the land of Oz. Questions?
Jack Slater:
Yeah, two of them. Why am I wasting my time with silly putz like you when I could be doing something more dangerous - like rearranging my sock drawer? Two, how exactly are you going to snap your fingers, after I rip off both of your thumbs? [pause, Benedict reveals smiley-face eye]
Benedict:
Have a nice day! [closing the door, he overhears Danny]
Danny Madigan:
He had one with a bulls-eye when he was with your second cousin. He hates his boss, he calls him a "Sicilian schmuck."
Geoffrey Lennox:
Just look at you three brothers. Just look at you. Together. You. You little black stove-pipe-colored nigga, Tasty. You are the same complexion as Marcus Garvey, the man that brought self-love to the black consciousness movement in the 1930s. And when we speak about complexion, we move into the political perspective of where y'all coming from. You, Ice. You's a good, high-yellow piss-colored motherfucker. Same complexion as Bob Marley. I mean, you even got that dreadlock thing going for you. You could even move into a whole Rasta thing, if you wanted to. But that's another story. And you. You good red-boned, morani-colored, genie-in-a-bottle-looking motherfucker. You are the same complexion as Malcom X. That's right. Take off your hat. Jeeze! Red hair, just like Malcom! Boy, I'm telling you, you brothers are gonna be large! But like I said, you got to be careful. Because y'all are telling the truth, and the white man don't want you all saying what you're saying.
The Joker:
[the Joker interrupts a meeting between Lau and Gotham's criminals] Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha oh hee hee ha ah ooh hee ha ha. And I thought my jokes were bad.
Gambol:
Give me one reason why I shouldn't have my boy here pull your head off.
The Joker:
How about a magic trick? [pulls out a pencil]
The Joker:
I'm gonna make this pencil disappear. [slams Gambol's thug's head into pencil]
The Joker:
Ta-da! It's... it's gone. Oh and about the suit. It wasn't cheap. You oughta know: you bought it. [Gambol gets up in anger]
The Chechen:
Sit. I want to hear proposition.
The Joker:
Let's wind the clocks back a year. These cops and lawyers wouldn't dare cross any of you. I mean what happened? Did... did your balls drop off? Hmm? You see a guy like me...
Gambol:
[interrupts] A freak.
The Joker:
A guy... like me... Look, listen. I know why you choose to have your little group therapy sessions here in broad daylight. I know why you're afraid to go out at night; the Batman. You see, Batman has shown Gotham your true colors unfortunately. Dent, he's just the beginning. And, and as for the television's so-called plan? Batman has no jurisdiction. He'll find him, and make him squeal. I know the squealers when I see them and... [points at Lau]
The Chechen:
What do you propose?
The Joker:
It's simple: We, uh, kill the Batman. [everyone laughs]
Salvatore Maroni:
If it's so simple, why haven't you done it already?
The Joker:
If you're good at something, never do it for free.
The Chechen:
How much you want?
The Joker:
Uh... half. [everyone laughs again]
Gambol:
You're crazy.
The Joker:
I'm not. No, I'm not. If we don't deal with this now, soon little uh, Gambol here won't be able to get a nickel for his grandma.
Gambol:
Enough from the clown!
The Joker:
[reveals the inside of his jacket, which has five hand grenades with the pins attached to a thread tied to the Joker's finger] Ah-ta-ta-ta-ta! Let's not "blow" this out of proportion.
Gambol:
You think you can steal from us and just walk away?
The Joker:
Yeah.
Gambol:
I'm puttin' the word out: 500 hundred grand for this clown dead. A million alive so I can teach him some manners first.
The Joker:
Alright, so listen. Why don't you give me a call when you want to start taking things a little more seriously? Here's my card. [leaves joker card on the table and walks away]
Sayuri Nitta:
[turns to see the Chairman standing in front of her] Chairman, where is Nobu-san?
Chairman:
He won't be coming.
Sayuri Nitta:
Is something wrong?
Chairman:
He knows what happened. It is not in his nature to forgive.
Sayuri Nitta:
Chairman, what happened on the island...
Chairman:
Please, you don't have to explain.
Sayuri Nitta:
But I have shamed myself so deeply, past all forgiveness.
Chairman:
No! I'm the one who must be forgiven.
Sayuri Nitta:
I do not understand.
Chairman:
Perhaps... if you had only known the truth.
Sayuri Nitta:
The truth?
Chairman:
Some years ago, I was on my way to the theater. I saw a little girl weeping by the Sunagawa. I stopped to buy her a cup of sweet ice.
Sayuri Nitta:
You knew I was that little girl?
Chairman:
Didn't you ever wonder why Mameha took you under her wing?
Sayuri Nitta:
Mameha came to me because of you?... I wish you could have told me long ago. [turns her back to him]
Chairman:
What could I do? I owe Nobu my life. And so when I saw that he had a chance at happiness with you, I stood silent, but... But I cannot any longer. I hope... it is not too late. Don't be afraid to look at me, Chiyo.
Sayuri Nitta:
[turns around to face him again] Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you. [finally kiss and embrace, cries in his arms]
Arley:
[Storming into the room] Mr. Simonet?
Eugene:
Yes, I'm Eugene... [noticing Arlene]
Eugene:
... Simonet.
Arley:
[Taken aback by Eugene's scars] Hello.
Eugene:
Hello.
Arley:
What is this assignment?
Eugene:
Excuse me?
Arley:
What did you tell my son to make him bring a homeless man into my house?
Eugene:
Uh, I have two problems. One: I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. And two: I don't know who you are.
Arley:
Arlene McKinney. My boy is in your social studies class... Trevor.
Eugene:
Trevor. Yes, he's very attentive. He's every exogent, which I like. [Noticing some confusion on Arlene's face]
Eugene:
Exogent, it's challenging, testing...
Arley:
I know what it means! Would you like to tell me why my kid brought a bum into my house?
Eugene:
I have no idea...
Arley:
Bullshit!
Eugene:
Mrs. McKinney, I don't know how your son interpreted the assignment.
Arley:
How do you think he interpreted it?
Eugene:
Well, I don't know. My suggestion is, if you want to know, why don't you go home and talk to your son?
Arley:
Hey! I talked to him!
Eugene:
Really? Then why did you come all the way down here to ask me what the assignment is? [Points to the blackboard]
Eugene:
It's not a state secret.
Danny Snyder:
I can't do this now. You gotta know that. It's been a long time for me. I mean -ah- you need somebody younger, ya know, somebody like I used to be.
King Benny:
younger is not better. Doesn't have experience, doesn't know his way around the courthouse.
Danny Snyder:
Hey, I'm lucky I can find the courthouse. I had only four cases last year-you know how many I won? None, that's how many, none. In two of them, uh, I, a, I think the jury blamed me personnally.
King Benny:
They must have been innocent. It is tough to get an innocent man off a rap.
Danny Snyder:
I wasn't even planning on going to court with this one. I was just gonna plea it down the best I could and walk away. I wasn't, I wasn't planning on taking this to trial.
King Benny:
Well your plans have been changed.
Danny Snyder:
Well I'm afraid I'll make a mistake and... say the wrong thing and, ya know, uh, uh, make a wrong turn somewhere. You don't want to take that risk.
King Benny:
Life is a risk.
Danny Snyder:
I'm sorry?
King Benny:
Life is risk.
Danny Snyder:
Life is a risk.
King Benny:
Um-huh.
Danny Snyder:
A-huh.I haven't been in here before. What do you need me to do?
King Benny:
Listen. You're going to be given the answers and the questions. All you have to do is read. You can read can't you?
Danny Snyder:
It's, it's, is it in English?
King Benny:
Just don't drift, don't drink, and don't lose.
Danny Snyder:
What if I do lose?
King Benny:
Then you'll go down for the dirt nap.
Danny Snyder:
Never heard that expression before... dirt nap. I'm not cut out for this anymore. I mean a guys gets hit by a bus, ya know, and sues. I like that. Some lady slips in a supermarket, I'm with her, a guy...
King Benny:
The discussion's over.
Danny Snyder:
I'm an alcoholic. This is a murder case. This isn't for me.
King Benny:
It was once. Before you let the drink lead. Be sober by tomorrow and don't look so worried, Snyder. You have nothing to lose, just like the rest of us.
Danny Snyder:
I don't want to be a burden to you, but, I do, you know, aside, or along with my alcohol problem, I have a slight drug problem, I mean nothing big, just...
King Benny:
Go away.
Marlboro:
My old man used to tell me before he left this shitty world, five rules of playing pool for cash. Lesson #1, always shoot with a cigarette in your mouth.
Big Indian:
Can't smoke with no fire, asshole.
Marlboro:
I quit!, Lesson #2, always know the table before you shoot. [Marlboro shoots the ball]
Marlboro:
Lesson #3, make sure you chalk that stick... REAL GOOD... before each shot! [Marlboro shoots the ball again]
Marlboro:
Lesson #4, never make a bet... if you can't pay the debt. [Marlboro puts his hat on the table and shoots the ball again]
Marlboro:
Lesson #5, if you lose, make sure you stand up straight and tall. [points to the ball]
Marlboro:
that corner... like a man
Marlboro:
School's out boys!
Big Indian:
You better get out of town, cowboy... before my cord snaps!
Marlboro:
I'm good to go, as soon as I have five big bills in my pocket... and your woman in my bed!
Big Indian:
Well I ain't got no $500 cowboy, and there's no way in hell you're bedding down my woman.
John Givings:
You a lawyer, Frank?
Frank Wheeler:
No, I'm not.
John Givings:
I could use a lawyer...
Mr. Howard Givings:
John, let's not get started again about the lawyer.
John Givings:
Pop, couldn't you just sit there and eat your wonderful egg salad, and quit horning in? [Returns his attention to Frank]
John Givings:
See, I've got a good many questions to ask and I'm willing to pay for the answers... Now, I don't need to be told that a man who goes after his mother with a coffee table is putting himself in a weak position, legally; that's obvious.
Mrs. Helen Givings:
John, come and have a look out this fabulous picture window. [She walks to the window]
John Givings:
If he hits her with it and kills her, that's a criminal case...
Mrs. Helen Givings:
Oh, look, the sun's coming out!
John Givings:
If all he does is break the coffee table and give her a certain amount of aggravation and she decides to go to court over it, that's a civil case...
Mrs. Helen Givings:
Maybe we'll see a rainbow! John, come have a look...
John Givings:
Ma, how about doing everybody a favor? How about shutting up?
Ken:
And at the same time, at the same time as trying to lead a good life, I have to reconcile that with the fact that with the fact that, yes, I have killed people. Not many people. And most of them were not very nice people. Apart from one person.
Ray:
Who was that?
Ken:
This bloke Danny Aliband's brother. He was just trying to protect his brother. Like you or I would. He was just a lollipop man. But he came at me with a bottle. What are you gonna do? I shot him down.
Ray:
Hmm. In my book, though, someone comes at you with a bottle, I'm sorry, that is a deadly weapon, he's gotta take the consequences.
Ken:
I know that in my heart, but I also know he was trying to protect his brother, you know?
Ray:
I know, but a bottle, that can kill ya. That's a case of "It's you or him". If he'd come at you with his bare hands, that'd be different. That wouldn't have been fair.
Ken:
But technically, someone's bare hands, they can kill you too. They can be deadly weapons too. What if he knew Karate, say?
Ray:
You said he was a lollipop man.
Ken:
He WAS a lollipopman.
Ray:
What a lollipop man doing, knowing fucking Karate?
Ken:
I'm just saying...
Ray:
How old was he?
Ken:
About fifty.
Ray:
What's a fifty year old lollipop man doing, knowing fucking Karate? What was he, a Chinese lollipop man?
Ken:
Course not.
Ray:
Well then.
