Ronnie Shields:
Damn, she got some boobies on her.
Wheeler:
You sure are a fan of the boobies, kid.
Ronnie Shields:
Oh yeah. Sometimes I call myself "The Booby Watcher". I even have my own comic book. "The Adventures of The Booby Watcher".
Wheeler:
Okay. You know, I have a theory about boobies.
Ronnie Shields:
Really?
Wheeler:
Oh yeah. You see, there are as many women as there are men in this world.
Ronnie Shields:
True dat, true dat.
Wheeler:
And every woman has two boobs, for the most part. So there are twice as many boobs as there are men. We're outnumbered and it's overwhelming. We're powerless, and we have to accept it.
Ronnie Shields:
I like yo' take on boobies. And I like boobies.
Wheeler:
Kid, you got a lot to learn.
Ronnie Shields:
I know what I'm doin'.
Wheeler:
Oh really? So you don't realize you've just committed one of the most common rookie boob-watching errors?
Ronnie Shields:
What you mean?
Wheeler:
Never stare at the boobies, kid. Once you get caught, the game's over.
Ronnie Shields:
But how?
Wheeler:
It's called training. You know, being aware without drawing attention. You don't think I've noticed those 34 C's in the camouflage tank top setting up a tent directly to the left of us? Or how about those twin cannons hiking up a mountain ridge 50 yards due west? Or the ridge itself? Round mounds of grass shaped like...
Ronnie Shields:
Boobies!
Wheeler:
Don't look over there. Look here. Focus... You'll get it.
Clyde Shelton:
[in court, laughing and clapping after judge grant bail, after his charade] Thank you.
Judge Laura Burch:
Excuse me?
Clyde Shelton:
No, I don't think I will excuse you. You see, this is what I'm talking about. You were about to let me go. Are you kidding me? This is why we're here in the first place. You think I don't remember who you are, lady?
Judge Laura Burch:
I would tread carefully, Mr. Shelton.
Clyde Shelton:
Well, how carefully should I tread? Because apparently I just killed two people, and you were about to let me walk right out that door! How MISGUIDED are you? I feed you a couple of bullshit legal precedents, and there you go - you jump on it like a bitch in heat. Folks, you all hang out...
Judge Laura Burch:
[nervously starts pounding with gavel on a sounding block] I'm warning you, Mr. Shelton!
Clyde Shelton:
...in the same little club...
Judge Laura Burch:
You will be held in contempt!
Clyde Shelton:
...and every day you let madmen and murderers back on the street. You're too busy treating the law...
Judge Laura Burch:
[keeps pounding] One more time!
Clyde Shelton:
...like it's a fucking assembly line!
Judge Laura Burch:
One more time.
Clyde Shelton:
Do you have any idea what justice is?
Judge Laura Burch:
You are now...
Clyde Shelton:
Whatever happened to right and wrong?
Judge Laura Burch:
...in contempt of court.
Clyde Shelton:
Whatever happened to right and wrong?
Judge Laura Burch:
Remove this man.
Clyde Shelton:
Whatever happened to the people?
Judge Laura Burch:
Bail denied!
Clyde Shelton:
Whatever happened to justice?
Judge Laura Burch:
Bail denied!
Clyde Shelton:
And I bet you take it up the fucking ass, bitch.
Judge Laura Burch:
Bailiff!
Clyde Shelton:
[to Nick Rice, as he's being dragged away in cuffs by policemen] Hey, see you later, Nick.
Brad:
You wouldn't have these problems if you would just follow my rules: 100. Friends don't let friends fuck ugly people 99. Try everything twice, the first time you might have been doing it wrong 98. Fat girls give the best head because they're always hungry 97. Cologne: overrated... Deodorant: a must 96. Blondes are usually too dumb to realize they're having more fun 95. After puberty, that's not "baby fat" 94. ATM = the Holy Grail 93. All hippie chicks deep throat, but few vegans swallow 92. Women like shoes. They will look at yours; purchase accordingly 91. BBBJ or why bother? 90. Women cannot parallel park 89. If you wanna fuck it, you've got to be willing to lick it. 88. Ass, stomach, legs, boobs - in that order 87. If it's not dirty, you're doing something wrong 86. If a friend's apartment is running low on toilet paper, you're required to use it all 85. Cheerleaders are overrated 84. Under no circumstance may two men share an umbrella 83. Never allow a conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her 82. Other than in February, the 14th of every month is Pizza and Blowjob Night 81. Dogs are better than cats... period 80. Bigger is never better when they're fake 79. Don't leave the house until you're camera ready 78. A period does not equal a week off from sex 77. Mustaches and hunting = gay 76. Sucking your best friend's dick = priceless 75. You are not accountable if you bring ugly people home, unless you fuck them again in the morning 74. If her mom isn't a MILF, chances are she won't be one either 73. Fake orgasms count, as long as they're not yours 72. The G-spot does not exist 71. There is NOTHING sexy about pregnant women 70. Persistence gets you laid 69. Never give yourself a haircut while drunk 68. No panties = a good night 67. Drinks hard liquor = a great night 66. Tongue piercing = God loves you! 65. Saliva isn't always the best lubricant, just the most fun to apply 64. White cotton panties and knee socks. Enough said! 63. Never lend money to friends 62. Never lend books, CDs, or DVDs to anyone 61. The month you finish paying for your car, it will break down 60. Elvis is not dead 59. Lee Harvey Oswald did not act alone 58. What's good for you usually won't taste better. Example: processed peanut butter vs. the all-natural kind 57. People who don't use turn signals deserve mandatory prison sentences 56. Never let a girl shave your balls 55. Porn saves lives 54. Republicans are better at... well... nothing 53. If you've never had New Haven brick oven pizza, you've never had pizza. There is no pizza in New York or Chicago. Don't argue, you'll just sound foolish 52. Old country = cool Alt-country = really cool New country = sucks 51. Condition your hair once a day 50. Masturbate twice a day 49. Eat three square meals every day 48. Women should never cut their hair, unless they're going to play for the other team 47. Crying is blackmail 46. Your choice: spay or neuter your pet... or yourself 45. If she sleeps in your bed, sex is a given 44. If a girl leaves her dirty panties lying around, she wants you to sniff them 43. There's no such thing as "giving 110%" 42. Halloween is the only holiday that matters 41. Sympathy sex trumps make-up sex 40. Body hair just gets in the way 39. Rip bread, don't slice it 38. Every man should learn how to dance, but no other man should know he can 37. Men have no right to speak on the subject of abortion 36. Every decade gives us only one great double album: The White Album, Exile On Main Street, London Calling, Being There, and Cold Roses. 35. Chivalry is not dead, but she has to earn it 34. Watch Carnival Of Souls at least once in your lifetime 33. If your pubic hair is blonde or red, shaving is optional 32. You can cheat on girls with hairy legs 31. If they don't answer, it means yes 30. Never turn down a chance to sleep with a celebrity 29. Sex is better in warmer climates 28. Emo guys = gay; emo gals = easy marks 27. Never trust people who don't drink coffee 26. Springsteen really is The Boss 25. If there's a problem, talk it out 24. If you can't talk it out: fuck, then try again 23. Never lease what you can buy 22. Never break up using a post-it note, her biker friends will hurt you for it 21. Never say "no" to a green-eyed girl 20. Live life as if The Catcher In The Rye were your bible 19. Don't lie, you will get caught 18. Admit that the 1986 Mets were the greatest baseball team of all time and life will be easier 17. Know the legal age of consent in every place you visit 16. Wild animals belong in the wild, not in zoos, fairs, or roadside attractions 15. Pussy farts are charming 14. Only wear a bra if you're going to offend me 13. Beauty is in the eye of the beer-holder 12. It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye 11. Never underestimate the power of stupid peoplein large groups 10. When in doubt, mumble 9. Masturbation is overrated 8. Small boobs are misunderstood 7. Better to be feared than loved, but even better to have your love feared 6. Handcuffs are the ultimate sex toy 5. If you can't convince them, confuse them 4. Quiet girls are the most likely to toss your salad 3. Women do not understand remote controls, there is no exception to this rule 2. Never overthink... And the most important rule of all: Friends don't fuck.
[We see Homer writing to Dr. Larch and hear the words in his voice as we are shown variously relevant scenes]
Homer:
Dear Dr. Larch. Thank you for your doctor's bag, although it seems that I will not have the occasion to use it, barring some emergency, of course. I am not a doctor. With all due respect to your profession, I'm enjoying my life here. I'm enjoying being a lobsterman and orchardman. In fact, I've never enjoyed myself as much. The truth is, I want to stay here. I believe I'm being of some use. [We hear the words Dr. Larch writes back to Homer in response]
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
My Dear Homer: I thought you were over you adolescence - the first time in our lives when we imagine we have something terrible to hide from those who love us. Do you think it's not obvious to us what's happened to you? You've fallen in love, haven't you? By the way, whatever you're up to can't be too good for your heart. Then again, it's the sort of condition that could be made worse by worrying about it, so don't worry about it. [the back and forth correspondence continues interwoven with scenes from Homer's life at the time]
Homer:
Dear Dr. Larch, What I'm learning her may not be as important as what I learned from you, but everything is new to me. Yesterday, I learned how to poison mice. Field mice girdle an apple tree; pine mice kill the roots. You use poison oats and poison corn. I know what you have to do. You have to play God. Well, killing mice is as close as I want to come to playing God.
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Homer, here in St. Cloud's, I have been given the opportunity of playing God or leaving practically everything up to chance. Men and women of conscience should sieze those moments when it's possible to play God. There won't be many. Do I interfere when absolutely helpless women tell me they simply can't have an abortion - that they simply must go through with having another and yet another orphan? I do not. I do not even recommend. I just give them what they want. You are my work of art, Homer. Everything else has been just a job. I don't know if you have a work of art in you, but I know what your job is: you're a doctor.
Homer:
I'm not a doctor.
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
You're going to replace me, Homer. The board of trustees is looking for my replacement.
Homer:
I can't replace you. I'm sorry.
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
"Sorry"? I'm not sorry. Not for anything I've done. I'm not even sorry that I love you. [Cut to scene of Dr. Larch sitting on a hospital bed reading Homer's letter. He is crest-fallen and one of his nurses sits down to console him]
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
[Speaking to the nurse] I think we may have lost him to the world.
Princess Tiana:
[while standing on the balcony, she sees a wishing star] [sighs]
Princess Tiana:
I can't believe that I'm doing this. [looks up]
Princess Tiana:
Please... Please... Please [looks down and sees a frog sitting on the balcony]
Princess Tiana:
Oh, very funny. So, what now? I reckon you want a kiss?
Prince Naveen:
Kissing would be nice, yes? [Tiana screams and backs into Charlotte's room]
Prince Naveen:
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. [sees Tiana about to launch stuffed animals at him]
Prince Naveen:
Wait, wait, wait, hold on. [Tiana starts throwing the stuffed animals at him]
Prince Naveen:
You know, you have a very strong arm, princess. Wait, please! Put the monkey down. [Tiana throws a stuffed monkey at him]
Princess Tiana:
[lifts up a book] Stay back, or I'll... I'll...
Prince Naveen:
Please, please [hops ontop of a table]
Prince Naveen:
, allow me to introduce myself: I am Prince Naveen [Tiana squashes him]
Prince Naveen:
... of Maldonia.
Princess Tiana:
A prince? But I didn't wish for any... Hold on, if you're the prince, then WHO was that waltzing with Lotte on the dance floor?
Prince Naveen:
The only thing I know, is that one minute I am a prince, charming and handsome, cutting-a-rug, and the next thing I know [trips over his feet]
Prince Naveen:
... I am tripping over these [points to his feet and Tiana lifts the book again]
Prince Naveen:
Wait, wait [catches sight of the book's title]
Prince Naveen:
Wait a moment, I know this story! The Froggie Printo!
Princess Tiana:
[hands the book to Naveen] The Frog Prince?
Prince Naveen:
Yes, my mother had the servants read this to me every night. [begins to flip back and forth between the last two pages of the book]
Prince Naveen:
Yes, yes, this is exactly the answer! You must kiss me!
Princess Tiana:
Excuse me?
Prince Naveen:
You will enjoy it, I guarantee. All women enjoy the kiss of Prince Naveen. Come, we pucker. [his throat bulges out and then returns to normal]
Prince Naveen:
That's new.
Princess Tiana:
Look, I'm sorry. I'd really like to help you, but I DO NOT kiss frogs.
Prince Naveen:
But on the balcony, you ask me.
Princess Tiana:
I didn't expect you to answer!
Prince Naveen:
Oh, but you must kiss me. Look, besides being unbelievably handsome, I come from a fabulously wealthy family. Surely, I can offer you some reward or a wish that I could grant, perhaps?
Princess Tiana:
[reluctantly] Just one kiss?
Prince Naveen:
Just one. Unless you beg for more [licks lips]
Princess Tiana:
[they lean in to kiss, but Tiana flips at the last second] [sighs]
Princess Tiana:
All right, all right. Get it together, Tiana. [she turns around quickly and kisses Naveen]
Prince Naveen:
[lets out a dissapointing sigh, upon realizing that he is still a frog] [he looks down and gasps in horror]
Prince Naveen:
[speaks Maldonian]
Princess Tiana:
[gazes up at the table] Well, you don't look any different. But how did you get way up there? And how did I get way down here, in all this. [sees her hands are webbed. She looks in the mirror, sees she is a frog, and screams]
Dollar Bill:
Stripping business started in Africa. Long time ago, long long time ago, white man went to Africa. And he saw all these bootiful black women, walking around, dancing, working, living, in the nude. Bucked Nakeds! You could see their public hairs. This white man went from village to village to seek out these bootiful black women, watching them perform, in the nude. TITTIES! Asses. Free. White man got an idea. He figure he go back to Europe and start the same type of business, taking away from our black women, trying to get them white bithches to dance the same identical way, huh? But to no avail. Wasn't no shame in our black women walking around BUCKED NAKED! So he went over to Europe and tried the same thang. Them white bitches told that white man the must bootiful words you ever want to hear in our profession.
Ebony:
What did she say?
Dollar Bill:
Baby, them white bitches looked that white man dead in the eye and told him, "Fuck that. Pay me!" Ha ha! That's why I get 30 percent.
Ebony:
When can I start?
Dollar Bill:
Immedjately.
George Carlin:
Jim, Jim, calm down, calm down. You began a sentence a little while ago with 'It shouldn't be a surprise'. It shouldn't be a surprise that rich, white men don't care about poor, black people, period. So they're not high on the list.
Jim Glassman:
George, I love you, George, but that's nonsense.
George Carlin:
I don't care if you love me or not. They're not high on the conscious or the subconscious list of those people how are in charge of things in this country, the owners. Forget these foolish elections. The owners of this country don't care about the poor, in general.
Jim Glassman:
The owners of this country? What is this, Karl Marx talking to me? The owners of this country are the voters of this country.
George Carlin:
No, you're wrong about that, my friend. You're absolutely wrong.
Jim Glassman:
Aren't the owners of this country are the voters of this country who elected George Bush?
George Carlin:
No, no, they're not. Listen, these elections are a charade, they're a charade...
Jim Glassman:
[sarcastically] Oh, okay.
George Carlin:
I'll tell you, listen, just listen for a minute and learn a little something! Elections and politicians are in place in order to give Americans the ILLUSION that they have freedom of choice. You don't really have choice in this country.
Connor:
[on the phone with Sidda] Hi.
Sidda:
How did you know it was me?
Connor:
Who else? How are you feeling?
Sidda:
A little disoriented.
Connor:
Well, horse tranquilizers will do that for you.
Sidda:
I can't believe you let them do this.
Connor:
They didn't ask my permission. They called me on the way to the airport, they informed me of their plan. I saw you off.
Sidda:
From where?
Connor:
I met you at the airport, helped them get you on the plane. They're organized. They even had a note from a doctor. By the way, your pills are in your bag.
Sidda:
[to Ya Yas] I have a bag?
Caro:
Yeah, in the closet. Tell Connor we say hello.
Connor:
[Sidda asks Connor if he heard them] Yeah. I'll tell you one thing, meeting them explains a lot about you.
Sidda:
Such as?
Connor:
Well, let me put it this way. You're a hell of a lot more normal than you've any right to be.
Sidda:
Listen, I'm gonna try and bust out of here tomorrow. I gotta get back for work.
Connor:
Don't rush back on my account.
Sidda:
I just said it was for work.
Connor:
And I just meant maybe you ought to try to stay and fix this thing with your mother for once and for all.
Sidda:
Why are you so worried about this?
Connor:
Because I'm afraid that one day our kids may feel that way about you.
Sidda:
Ow.
Connor:
These women may be nuts, but I have a feeling they might know something that you don't.
Sidda:
I don't think it's fair that you're bringing kids we don't even have into this, Connor, okay? That was just a really low blow.
Connor:
Well, that's the way I feel. Stay there. Deal with it.
Sidda:
[hangs up] YOU deal with it.
Jake Tyler Brigance:
[in his summation, talking about Tonya Hailey] I want to tell you a story. I'm going to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you the story. I want you to listen to me. I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead. Close your eyes, please. This is a story about a little girl walking home from the grocery store one sunny afternoon. I want you to picture this little girl. Suddenly a truck races up. Two men jump out and grab her. They drag her into a nearby field and they tie her up and they rip her clothes from her body. Now they climb on. First one, then the other, raping her, shattering everything innocent and pure with a vicious thrust in a fog of drunken breath and sweat. And when they're done, after they've killed her tiny womb, murdered any chance for her to have children, to have life beyond her own, they decide to use her for target practice. They start throwing full beer cans at her. They throw them so hard that it tears the flesh all the way to her bones. Then they urinate on her. Now comes the hanging. They have a rope. They tie a noose. Imagine the noose going tight around her neck and with a sudden blinding jerk she's pulled into the air and her feet and legs go kicking. They don't find the ground. The hanging branch isn't strong enough. It snaps and she falls back to the earth. So they pick her up, throw her in the back of the truck and drive out to Foggy Creek Bridge. Pitch her over the edge. And she drops some thirty feet down to the creek bottom below. Can you see her? Her raped, beaten, broken body soaked in their urine, soaked in their semen, soaked in her blood, left to die. Can you see her? I want you to picture that little girl. Now imagine she's white.
King Baldwin IV:
Come forward. I am glad to meet Godfrey's son. He was one of my greatest teachers. He was there when, playing with the other boys, my arm was cut. It was he, not my father's physicians who noticed that I felt no pain. He wept when he gave my father the news, that I am a leper. The Saracens say that this disease is God's vengence against the vanity of our kingdom. As wretched as I am, these Arabs believe that the chastisement that awaits me in hell is far more severe and lasting. If that's true, I call it unfair. Come. Sit. When I was sixteen I won a great victory. I felt in that moment that I should live to be one hundred, now I know I shall not see thirty. You see, none of us chose our end really. A king may move a man, a father may claim a son. But remember that, even when those who move you be kings or men of power, your soul is in your keeping alone. When you stand before God you cannot say "but I was told by others to do thus" or that "virtue was not convinient at the time. This will not suffice. Remember that.
Balian of Ibelin:
I will.
King Baldwin IV:
Then go now to your father's house at Ibelin, and from there protect the pilgim road. Protect the helpless. And then perhaps one day when I am helpless you will come and protect me.
Walter Sobchak:
Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors... and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and... up to... Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.
Betty Warren:
[Betty's Third Editorial Voice Over] Wellesley girls who are married have become quite adept at balancing their obligations. One hears such comments as, "I'm able to baste the chicken with one hand and outline the paper with the other." While our mothers were called to the workforce for lady liberty it is our duty, nay, obligation to reclaim our place in the home bearing the children that will carry our traditions into the future. One must pause to consider why; Ms. Katherine Watson, instructor in the art history department, has decided to declare war on the holy sacrament of marriage. Her subversive and political teachings encourage our Wellesley girls to reject the roles they were born to fill.
Katherine Watson:
Slide - Contemporary art...
Connie Baker:
No, that's just an advertisement...
Katherine Watson:
Quiet. Today you just listen. What will future scholars see when they study us, a portrait of women today? There you are ladies: the perfect likeness of a Wellesley graduate, Magna Cum Laude, doing exactly what she was trained to do. Slide - a Rhodes Scholar, I wonder if she recites Chaucer while she presses her husband's shirts. Slide - hehe, now you physics majors can calculate the mass and volume of every meatloaf you make. Slide - A girdle to set you free. What does that mean? What does that mean? What does it mean? I give up, you win. The smartest women in the country, I didn't realize that by demanding excellence I would be challenging... what did it say? [Walks over to a student and picks up her copy of the editorial]
Katherine Watson:
What did it say? Um... the roles you were born to fill. Is that right? [Looks up at Betty]
Katherine Watson:
The roles you were born to fill? It's, uh, it's my mistake. [Katerine drops the student's paper back onto her desk]
Katherine Watson:
Class dismissed. [Katherine walks out of the classroom]
[last lines]
Jim Lovell:
[narrating] Our mission was called "a successful failure," in that we returned safely but never made it to the Moon. In the following months, it was determined that a damaged coil built inside the oxygen tank sparked during our cryo stir and caused the explosion that crippled the Odyssey. It was a minor defect that occured two years before I was even named the flight's commander. Fred Haise was going back to the moon on Apollo 18, but his mission was cancelled because of budget cuts; he never flew in space again. Nor did Jack Swigert, who left the astronaut corps and was elected to Congress from the state of Colorado. But he died of cancer before he was able to take office. Ken Mattingly orbited the moon as Command Module Pilot of Apollo 16, and flew the Space Shuttle, having never gotten the measles. Gene Kranz retired as Director of Flight Operations just not long ago. And many other members of Mission Control have gone on to other things, but some are still there. As for me, the seven extraordinary days of Apollo 13 were my last in space. I watched other men walk on the Moon, and return safely, all from the confines of Mission Control and our house in Houston. I sometimes catch myself looking up at the Moon, remembering the changes of fortune in our long voyage, thinking of the thousands of people who worked to bring the three of us home. I look up at the Moon and wonder, when will we be going back, and who will that be?
Russ Millard:
All right, listen up. No reporters view the body. You photo men - finish taking your pictures now. Coroner's men - put a sheet on the body as soon as they are done. We set up a perimeter six feet back. Any reporter crosses it - arrest him. Now gentlemen, before this gets out of hand, let's put the kibosh on something. With publicity, you get confessions. With confessions, you get crazies, liars, and false leads. So, we keep some things quiet. The uh, ear to ear facial lacerations, disembowelment - you keep this information to yourselves. Not your wives, not your girlfriends, and no other officers, and I mean no... Bleichert, what the hell are you doing here? Where the hell's Blanchard?
Ofcr. Dwight "Bucky" Bleichert:
He's right here.
Little Vivi:
These are the headdresses of the queens that have gone before us. They come from Indian holy ground... the jungles of the ancients... prairies of the Norwegians... and the forests of the mighty Amazons. The royal crowns of our people. [pouring something from a jar into a glass]
Little Vivi:
This is the blood of our people, the wolf people, the alligator people, and the moon women from which we gain our strength to rule all worlds. [Hands glass to Little Teensy. Little Teensy shakes head no]
Little Vivi:
It's ok, it's just chocolate. [Teensy drinks]
Little Vivi:
Teensy Melissa Whitman: I declare you, Princess-Naked-As-A-Jaybird.
Little Teensy:
[whispers] Ah Cha Cha!
Little Vivi:
[turns to Little Caro] Caro Eliza Bennett: I declare you, Duchess Soaring Hawk. [turns to Little Necie]
Little Vivi:
Necie Rose Kelleher: I declare you, Countess Singing Cloud. And I: Viviane Joan Abbott, am hereby and forever Queen Dancing Creek. [pulls a knife out of a shield]
Little Necie:
Now, wait just one second y'all... I don't think we should be cutting ourselves with that knife...
Little Vivi:
Silence! [nicks her hands with knife and passes it down to Little Teensy]
Little Vivi:
We are the flames of the fires, the whirling of the winds. We are the waters of the rains and the rivers and the oceans. We are the rocks and the stones. And now by the power invested in me, I declare we are the mighty Ya-Ya priestesses. Let no man put us under. Now our blood flows through each other as it's done for all eternity. Loyal forever. We raise our voices in the words of Mumbo Gumbo... YA-YA!
All little Ya-Ya's:
YA-YA!
[last lines]
Veronica Caine:
Now this attic that once resounded with the joy of liberty has now been replaced with the sound of marching feet. In the late 1930s, Germany, a beaten country, needed something to distract its people from what they had become. So madmen came to power based on this weakness. He knew how to play on the peoples primitive fears. It's always easiest to blame it on someone else and it always starts off slowly and oh so very subtly. You pick out something that annoys you or disturbs you, perhaps something that you can never be. So we focus on this thing. It's easy to be angry at those people who are smarter than you, prettier than you, richer than you, different from you. Who don't look like you, speak like you, think like you, act like you, walk like you, live like you, who you think don't even know you. They first took my mother because she was an atheist, then they took my father because of the color of his skin. It's a slow burn to repression especially when you prey upon that thing that unknowingly makes them you. So then you twist the blade into their heart and their mind and you extract an unreasonable fear based on these weaknesses and then you are them, they are you.
Dagmar:
So, tell me about Karin. I don't know her very well.
Lars Lindstrom:
Oh, she's wonderful. Gus and I are very lucky with women - she's wonderful. But she...
Dagmar:
That's okay, let's find you something to read
Lars Lindstrom:
No, it's just… between us?
Dagmar:
Of course.
Lars Lindstrom:
I'm worried about her. I think she has a little problem.
Dagmar:
Oh, well, maybe you shouldn't tell me.
Lars Lindstrom:
No, that's okay. It's just, and I think it's because she's insecure, it's just, she's just always trying to hug everybody. You know, some people don't like that. Some people don't like to be hugged. But she doesn't realize that. She takes it personally, and, it hurts her feelings. I don't know what to do about that. Do you?
Dagmar:
It's such a comfort sometimes, just to have somebody's arms around you. Don't you think?
Lars Lindstrom:
No.
Dagmar:
It feels good.
Lars Lindstrom:
It does not feel good. It, it hurts.
Dagmar:
Oh, like a cut, or bruise?
Lars Lindstrom:
Like a burn. Like when you go outside and your feet freeze and you come back in and then they thaw out? It's like that. It's almost exactly like that.
Dagmar:
Same with everyone?
Lars Lindstrom:
Uh, not really with Bianca. But everyone else
