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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.
Master Control:
[monitor activates] I am Master Control, computer of the future.
Billy:
Aaahh! [jumps on Grim's arms]
Grim:
That'd better be sweat dripping down your leg, boy.
Master Control:
I am programmed to run all of the machines at this attraction. My intelligence is beyond measure, I know everything there is to know, and I'm not too shabby at checkers.
Grim:
Wait, how can you know *everything*?
Master Control:
I just do, so there.
Grim:
If you know everything, then what's the meaning of life?
Master Control:
Life has no meaning, only machine intelligence is truly important on a cosmic scale.
Grim:
Hmm, I didn't think he'd get that one right.
Billy:
Oh, yeah? Then what's my favorite color?
Master Control:
Blue.
Billy:
What's the best kind of bean?
Master Control:
Pinto.
Billy:
Why is the sky blue?
Master Control:
Because of the refraction of sunlight through the water droplets in the sky.
Billy:
Why do I ask so many questions?
Master Control:
Because you're stupid!
Billy:
What's the color of my underwear?
Master Control:
White... [raises an eyebrow]
Master Control:
... with pink frilly lace.
Billy:
[checks in his pants] Wow. It really does know everything.
Board Member 1:
He could have opened the window.
Board Member 2:
Waring Hudsucker never did anything the easy way.
Board Member 3:
(weeping) Why? Why did he do it? Everything was going so well
Sidney J. Mussburger:
What am I, a head shriker. Maybe the man was unhappy?
Board Member 3:
He didn't look unhappy.
Board Member 4:
He didn't look rich.
Board Member 5:
Waring Hudsucker was never an easy man to figure out. He built this company with his bare hands, every step he took was a step up, except of course this last one.
Sidney J. Mussburger:
Sure, sure he was a swell fella, but when the president, chairman of the board and owner of 87% of the company stock drops 44 floors...
Board Member 6:
45.
Board Member 7:
Counting the mezzanine.
Sidney J. Mussburger:
...then the company too has a problem. What exactly is the disposition of Waring's stock.
Board Member 8:
Well as you know, Hud left no will and had no family; the company bylaws are quite clear in that event. His entire portfolio will be converted into common stock and be sold over the counter as of the first of the fiscal year following his demise.
Sidney J. Mussburger:
Meaning?
Board Member 8:
Well, meaning simply that Waring stock, and control of the company, will be made available to the public January first.
Sidney J. Mussburger:
Do you mean to say any slob in a smelly tee-shirt will be able to buy Hudsucker stock?
Board Member 8:
The company bylaws are quite clear.
Board Member 3:
My God, you're animals. How can you discuss his stock when the man has just leapt 45 floors?
Board Member 6:
44.
Board Member 7:
Not counting the mezzanine.
Sidney J. Mussburger:
Quit showboating Addison, the man is gone. The question now is whether we're going to let John Q Public just waltz in here and buy our company.
Board Member 4:
What are you suggesting Sidney? Certainly we can't afford to buy an controlling interest.
Sidney J. Mussburger:
Not while the stock is this strong. How soon before Hud's paper hits the market?
Board Member 8:
January 1st.
Board Member 2:
30 days.
Board Member 4:
4 weeks.
Board Member 5:
A month at the most!
Sidney J. Mussburger:
One month; to make the blue chip investment of the century look like a round trip ticket on the titanic.
Board Member 7:
We play up the fact that Hud is dead.
All:
Long live Hud!
Board Member 4:
We depress the stock,
Board Member 5:
To the point where we can buy 50%,
Board Member 6:
51,
Board Member 7:
Not counting the mezzanine.
Sidney J. Mussburger:
It could work.
Board Member 3:
It should work.
Board Member 4:
It would work.
Sidney J. Mussburger:
It's working already. Waring Hudsucker is abstract art on Madison Avenue. What we need now is a new president who will inspire panic in the stockholder.
Board Member 6:
A puppet.
Board Member 5:
A proxy.
Board Member 2:
A pawn.
Sidney J. Mussburger:
Sure, sure. Some jerk we can really push around.
Patrick Bateman:
Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
Tom Manning:
"Undercover." Can't he get the meaning of the word? I mean, we are still government-funded, we are still a secret, although a dirty secret, if you ask me. Officially, we-do-not-exist. So, you see, that's the problem when we get these. [shows Abe a series of photos]
Tom Manning:
Subway... highway... ah, park. [holds up one, showing Hellboy giving a "peace" sign with his stone hand]
Tom Manning:
And he posed for this one, and gave an autograph. I suppress each photo, cell phone videos, they cost me a fortune, and then they show up on Youtube... God, I hate Youtube!
Herb Brooks:
You know, I've been meaning to ask you, how's your family doing? [referring to how his family is coping since his mother's death]
Jim Craig:
They're doing all right.
Herb Brooks:
And you?
Jim Craig:
I'm doing okay.
Herb Brooks:
Look, I've got twenty-six guys trying to make this team; Jim, only twenty are going to Lake Placid, so I have to know now how committed you are to being here, because if you're not, you're just wasting our time.
Jim Craig:
Look, Coach, my dad's going through a rough time right now. He's got nothing, he lost his job, and with Atlanta trying to sign me... [trails off]
Jim Craig:
[Herb turns to leave, but then Jimmy keeps talking] Bottom line: my mom wanted this, me playing on this team. Can't say no to someone who drove me to practice everyday right?
Herb Brooks:
You still haven't answered my question, Jim.
Jim Craig:
I'm here, aren't I?
Herb Brooks:
I'll see you in the morning. [pauses, throws Jimmy's test in the garbage as he walks away]
Herb Brooks:
Don't forget to bring your game.
Picard:
What you're about to do, Soran, is no different from when the Borg destroyed your world. They killed millions too.
Dr. Soran:
[smiles, sighs] Nice try. You know there was a time that I wouldn't hurt a fly. Then the Borg came and they showed me that if there is one constant in this universe, it's death. Afterwards, I began to realize that it didn't matter. We're all going to die sometime. It's only a question of how and when. You will too, Captain. Don't you feel time gaining on you? [enters control room of missle launcher]
Dr. Soran:
It's like a predator; it's stalking you. Oh,you can try and outrun it with doctors, medicines, new technologies but in the end, time is going to hunt you down... and make the kill.
Picard:
It's our mortality that defines us, Soran. It's the truth of our existence.
Dr. Soran:
What if I told you I found a new truth?
Picard:
The Nexus?
Dr. Soran:
Time has no meaning there. The predator has no teeth.
George:
Let's go get something to eat, Rick, then I'll drive the bus for awhile.
Rick:
I need you to do me a favor, George.
George:
Rick, you can't drive the Spotted Owl the whole way, now.
Rick:
That's not it. If the base calls in, you tell them I got sick.
George:
Why?
Rick:
Because I'm not coming back.
George:
Shit, what the hell do you mean you're not coming back?
Rick:
I can't do it.
George:
Oh come on, stop bullshitting, you're just trying to go to Graceland.
Rick:
I'd be safer there.
George:
Meaning what, what do you think we're going to do, put you in a pot of boiling water and have you for supper?
Rick:
You already got the damn African drums in there.
George:
You know Rick, that's the epitome of cultural disrespect. I could come back at you with something anti-Semitic or I could whip your ass, which would you prefer, Rick?
Rick:
I'm sorry. Alright, George, here it is. Maybe I am a little bit prejudiced against blacks but no more than you're prejudiced against white people. You want me to stay on and prove how liberal and shit I am? I don't have to prove anything to anybody. I mean I think affirmative action has been fucked up. I think OJ was guilty, he's a cold blooded murderer who slaughtered two innocent human beings, okay. There it is.
George:
I'll bet you wish there were more white players in the NBA, too, huh? Well okay, let's just get it out in the open. I'll bet you'd like to call me a nigger or, what do you call it, a schvartze, or whatever the fuck it is. Well, I'm going to allow you to say it, go ahead.
Rick:
I never called anybody that in my life. All I'm saying is that if this bus is going to the Farrakhan march, I can't be a part of that.
George:
This is not just Farrakhan's march.
Rick:
I don't want to debate this thing. He called Judaism a gutter religion; he said Hitler was a great man. I wouldn't expect you to drive a bus to a Ku Klux Klan rally, so don't expect me to do this.
George:
So now you're comparing this to a Klan rally.
Rick:
Look George, either you're going to kick my ass, you're going to cover for me or I'm going to get fired. But no way am I getting my white ass back in that bus, so what's it going to be?
George:
Well, if you feel that way, then you shouldn't get your white ass back on that bus. I'll cover for you, Rick. See you in LA.
Rick:
Thanks, George.
The Schofield Kid:
Like I was saying, you don't look no meaner-than-hell, cold-blooded, damn killer.
Will Munny:
Maybe I ain't.
The Schofield Kid:
Yeah, well, Uncle Pete says you was the meanest goddamn son-of-a-bitch alive, and if I ever wanted a partner for a killin', you were the worst one. Meaning the best, on account as your's as cold as the snow and you don't have no weak nerve nor ear.
Will Munny:
Pete said that, huh?
The Schofield Kid:
Yeah, yeah he did. I'm a damn killer myself. 'Cept, uh, I ain't killed as many as you because of my youth.
Alien:
David, I often felt a sort of envy of human beings, of that thing they call 'spirit'. Human beings have created a million explanations of the meaning of life- in art, in poetry, and mathematical formulas. Certainly human beings must be the key to the meaning of existence. But human beings no longer existed. So, we began a project- that would make it possible to recreate the living body of a person long dead from the DNA in a fragment of bone or mummified skin. We also wondered would it be possible to retrieve a memory trace in resonance with a recreated body. And you know what we found? We found the very fabric of space/time itself appeared to store information about every event which had ever occured in the past. But the experiment was a failure. For those who were resurrected only lived through a single day of renewed life. When the resurectees fell asleep on the night of their first new day they died, again. As soon as they became unconcious, their very existence faded away into darkness. So you see, David, the equations have shown that once an individual space/time part had been used it could not be reused. If we bring your mother back now it will only be for one day. And you will never be able to see her again.
David:
Maybe, maybe she will be special. Maybe she will stay.
Alien:
I thought this would be hard for you to understand. You were created to be so young.
David:
Maybe the one day will be like that one day inside the amphibicopter. Maybe it will last forever.
Alien:
David, you are the enduring memory of the human race. The most lasting proof of their genius. We only want for your happiness. David, you have so little of that.
