Curly Bill:
[takes a bill with Wyatt's signature from a customer and throws it on the faro table] Wyatt Earp, huh? I heard of you.
Ike Clanton:
Listen, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy?
Wyatt Earp:
I'm retired.
Curly Bill:
Good. That's real good.
Ike Clanton:
Yeah, that's good, Mr. Law Dog, 'cause law don't go around here.
Wyatt Earp:
I heard you the first time. [flips a card]
Wyatt Earp:
Winner to the King, five hundred dollars.
Curly Bill:
Shut up, Ike.
Johnny Ringo:
[Ringo steps up to Doc] And you must be Doc Holliday.
Doc Holliday:
That's the rumor.
Johnny Ringo:
You retired too?
Doc Holliday:
Not me. I'm in my prime.
Johnny Ringo:
Yeah, you look it.
Doc Holliday:
And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?
Kate:
You don't even know him.
Doc Holliday:
Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him.
Wyatt Earp:
[to Ringo] He's drunk.
Doc Holliday:
In vino veritas. ["In wine is truth" meaning: "When I'm drinking, I speak my mind"]
Johnny Ringo:
Age quod agis. ["Do what you do" meaning: "Do what you do best"]
Doc Holliday:
Credat Judaeus apella, non ego. ["The Jew Apella may believe it, not I" meaning: "I don't believe drinking is what I do best."]
Johnny Ringo:
[pats his gun] Eventus stultorum magister. ["Events are the teachers of fools" meaning: "Fools have to learn by experience"]
Doc Holliday:
[gives a Cheshire cat smile] In pace requiescat. ["Rest in peace" meaning: "It's your funeral!"]
Tombstone Marshal Fred White:
Come on boys. We don't want any trouble in here. Not in any language.
Doc Holliday:
Evidently Mr. Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him.
Dr. Quentin Morris:
[giving lecture] As pathologists, you will learn the nature of disease and it's causes, it's processes, development, and consequences. But far far more than that. I like to think of the pathologist as offering a window to god, if you will. Now, it may be said that pathology is the study of all things human, save the soul of course. But it is in that particular branch of pathology known as forensics, that we will delve into what it means to be inhuman. You will see the perversion, the corruption of the flesh by all means unnatural. And then we will work backwards, always back to that original pristine design, to determine the affecting cause of death.
Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
[commenting on the special standard for her training] I mean really sir, why don't you just issue me a pink petticoat to wear around the base?
C.O. Salem:
Did you just have a brain fart, Lieutenant?
Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
Begging your pardon, sir?
C.O. Salem:
Did you just waltz in here and bark at your commanding officer? Because if you did, I would call that a bona fide brain fart, and I resent it when people FART inside my office!
Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
I think you've resented me from the start, sir.
C.O. Salem:
What I resent, Lieutenant, is some politician using my base as a test tube for her grand social experiment. What I resent, is the sensitivity training that is now mandatory for all of my men. The ob-gyn I now have to keep on staff just to keep track of your personal pap smears. But most of all what I resent, is your perfume, however subtle, interfering with the scent of my fine three-dollar-and-seventy-nine-cent cigar, which I will put out this instant if the phallic nature of it happens to offend your GODDAMN FRAGILE SENSIBILITIES! Does it?
Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
No, sir.
C.O. Salem:
"No, sir" WHAT?
Lt. Jordan O'Neil:
The shape doesn't bother me. Just the goddamn sweet stench.
Dante:
I can make you a freak of force of fuckin nature in this business.
Dante:
Do you have any idea how powerful the internet is?
Dante:
In the old days, if you wanted to be someone, you had to travel to LA, land of assholes, traffic, and stiff competition.
Dante:
I'm running a porn business in my underwear from my basement in Montgomery County Pennsylvania and if I choose, I would never leave this place another day in my life.
Dante:
Now if you like the glitz and glamor and the sight of palm trees and expensive zip codes and hangers on then be my guest, Burbank is right across the coast.
Dante:
But imagine being rich, powerful, but you have your own life, simple, anonymous, and yet when you walk into a paid appearance your God among fags!
Dante:
Can you feel that?
Dante:
Can you taste it?
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]
Mickey:
[Flashback] Ah come here Rock. My God, you're ready ain't ya? That Apollo won't know what hit him. You're gonna roll over him like a bulldozer, an Italian bulldozer. You know kid, I know how you feel about this fight that's comin' up. 'Cause I was young once, too. And I'll tell you somethin'. Well, if you wasn't here I probably wouldn't be alive today. The fact that you're here and doin' as well as you're doin' gives me-what do you call it-motivization? Huh? To stay alive, 'cause I think that people die sometimes when they don't wanna live no more.
Rocky Balboa:
[Present day, remembering] Nature's smarter than people think...
Mickey:
[Flashback] And nature is smarter than people think. Little by little we lose our friends, we lose everything. We keep losin' and losin' till we say you know, 'Oh what the hell am I livin' around here for? I got not reason to go on.' But with you kid, boy, I got a reason to go on. And I'm gonna stay alive and I will watch you make good...
Rocky Balboa:
[Present day, remembering] I'll never leave you.
Mickey:
[Flashback] and I'll never leave you until that happens. 'Cause when I leave you you'll not only know how to fight, you'll be able to take care of yourself outside the ring too, is that okay?
Rocky Balboa:
[Flashback] It's okay.
Mickey:
[Flashback] Okay. Now I got a little gift for you.
Rocky Balboa:
[Flashback] Ah, Mick you don't have to.
Mickey:
[Flashback] No, wait a minute, now, wait a minute. Hey look at that. [Takes off his golden glove necklace]
Mickey:
See that? This is the favorite thing that I have on this Earth. And Rocky Marciano give me that. You know what it was? His cufflink. Huh? And now I'm givin' it to you and it, it's gotta be like a, like an angel on your shoulder see? If you ever get hurt and you feel that you're goin' down this little angel is gonna whisper in your ear. It's gonna say, 'Get up you son of a bitch 'cause Mickey loves you'. Okay?
Rocky Balboa:
[Flashback] Thanks Mick. [Hugs him]
Rocky Balboa:
I love you too.
Mickey:
[Flashback] Go after him kid, go after him.
Dr. Warren Koven:
The human voice is not real complex. It's a sound that nature has very little difficulty mimicking. Now, what I'm gonna play for you is real. It was recorded in a farmhouse in the Berkshires, 1976. [He begins typing on his computer]
Dr. Warren Koven:
It was heard by multiple witnesses, caught on tape, sworn to in an affidavit. Okay? It's the real McCoy. Uh, please. [He beckons Becket over, and Becket slides his chair to sit near the computer. Koven starts a brief audio file that sounds like someone sighing or whispering]
Dr. Warren Koven:
Isn't that amazing? This is an authentic aural event. Now, that's probably what we call a chi cluster. It's a build-up of chi field energy then released into the sonic spectrum.
Bryan Becket:
But it's not words.
Dr. Warren Koven:
What do you mean?
Bryan Becket:
How does it come out as words? You know? In an intelligent sentence structure.
Dr. Warren Koven:
Well, it doesn't. I mean, maybe it does once in a million, like those monkeys typing sonnets, but...
Bryan Becket:
No, but it did. For me. The voice that I heard spoke. It did not just say oooh ahhh, it said something like, "An old trunk." And it kept repeating it, over and over. "An old trunk," or "In an old trunk." As if to suggest that I...
Vinny Gambini:
[Vinny hears a drip in the motel bathroom] Weren't you the last one to use the bathroom?
Lisa:
So?
Vinny Gambini:
Well, did you use the faucet?
Lisa:
Yeah.
Vinny Gambini:
Then why didn'tcha turn it off?
Lisa:
I DID turn it off!
Vinny Gambini:
Well, if you turned it off, why am I listening to it?
Lisa:
Did it ever occur to you it could be turned off AND drip at the same time?
Vinny Gambini:
No. Because if you'd turned it off, it wouldn't drip!
Lisa:
Maybe it's broken.
Vinny Gambini:
Is that what you're saying? It's broken?
Lisa:
Yeah. That's it, it's broken.
Vinny Gambini:
You sure?
Lisa:
I'm positive.
Vinny Gambini:
Maybe you didn't twist it hard enough.
Lisa:
I twisted it just right.
Vinny Gambini:
How could you be so sure?
Lisa:
[sighs] If you will look in the manual, you will see that this particular model faucet requires a range of 10 to 16 foot-pounds of torque. I routinely twist the maximum allowable torquage.
Vinny Gambini:
Well, how could you be sure you used 16 foot-pounds of torque?
Lisa:
Because I used a Craftsman model 1019 Laboratory Edition Signature Series torque wrench. The kind used by Caltech high energy physicists. And NASA engineers.
Vinny Gambini:
Well, in that case, how can you be sure THAT's accurate?
Lisa:
Because a split second before the torque wrench was applied to the faucet handle, it had been calibrated by top members of the state AND federal Department of Weights and Measures... to be dead on balls accurate! [She rips a page out of a magazine and hands it to him]
Lisa:
Here's the certificate of validation.
Vinny Gambini:
Dead on balls accurate?
Lisa:
It's an industry term.
Vinny Gambini:
[tosses paper away] I guess the fucking thing is broken.
