Erin Brockovich:
Annabelle Daniels: 714-454-9346. 10 years old, 11 in May. Lived on the plume since birth. Wanted to be a synchronized swimmer so she spent every minute she could in the PG&E pool. She had a tumor in her brain stem detected last November, an operation on Thanksgiving, shrunk it with radiation after that. Her parents are Ted & Rita. Ted's got Crohn's disease, Rita has chronic headaches, and nausea, and underwent a hysterectomy last fall. Ted grew up in Hinkley. His brother Robbie, and his wife May and their five children: Robbie Jr, Martha, Ed, Rose & Peter *also* lived on the plume. Their number is 454-9554. You want their diseases?
Young Noah:
It's not about following your heart and it's not about keeping your promises. It's about security.
Young Allie:
What's that supposed to mean?
Young Noah:
[yelling] Money. He's got a lot of money!
Young Allie:
You smug bastard. I hate you for saying that.
Young Noah:
You're bored Allie. You're bored and you know it. You wouldn't be here if there wasn't something missing.
Young Allie:
You arrogant son of a bitch.
Young Noah:
Would you just stay with me?
Young Allie:
Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'
Young Noah:
Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.
Young Allie:
So what?
Young Noah:
So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.
Young Allie:
What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.
Young Noah:
Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do YOU want? What do you WANT?
Young Allie:
It's not that simple.
Young Noah:
What... do... you... want? Whaddaya want?
Young Allie:
I have to go now.
Alec Trevelyan:
We're both orphans, James. But while your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. My father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame. MI6 figured I was too young to remember. And in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.
James Bond:
Hence Janus. The two-faced Roman god come to life.
Alec Trevelyan:
It wasn't God who gave me this face! It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.
James Bond:
Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
Alec Trevelyan:
No. You were supposed to die for me. [pause]
Alec Trevelyan:
And, by the way, I did think about asking you to join my little scheme but somehow I knew, 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend. [louder]
Alec Trevelyan:
Closing time, James! Last call. [Bond raises his gun to kill Alec but is tranquilized by a sniper]
Alec Trevelyan:
[walks towards Bond and looks down on him] For England, James.
Nancy, Age 11:
They won't let me testify. I told the cops that you saved my life and they just acted like I was crazy. They talked my parents into keeping me away. They said that you done things that you didn't do. I told them that you saved me from that Roark creep, but they won't even check me out to see if I'm still a virgin. I'm still a virgin, still alive... thanks to you. They got it all backwards.
John Hartigan:
Sometimes the truth doesn't matter like it ought. But you'll always remember things right. That's gonna mean a lot to me. But stay away, Nancy. They'll kill you if you don't stay away. Don't visit me. Don't write me. Don't even say my name.
Nancy, Age 11:
Maybe you won't let me visit, but I'll still write to you, Hartigan. I'll sign my letters "Cordelia." That's the name of a really cool detective in books I read. I'll write to you every week... for forever.
John Hartigan:
Sure, kid. Now run on home. It's not safe for you here. [Nancy walks away]
John Hartigan:
Bye, Nancy. [Nancy turns around at the door]
Nancy, Age 11:
I love you.
Ryan Bingham:
How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you're carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life... you start with the little things. The shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks, then you start adding larger stuff. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your TV... the backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You go bigger. Your couch, your car, your home... I want you to stuff it all into that backpack. Now I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office... and then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children, your parents and finally your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. You get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not swans. We are sharks.
Preston's Mother:
[Preston's parents are just heading out for the weekend] Now Preston, I left some money on the kitchen counter. Oh and the emergency numbers are by the phone.
Preston's Father:
And remember son, *no parties*.
Keg Guy:
[Two guys walk by carring a beer keg] Keg commin' through! Hey Preston.
Preston:
Whats up, man?
Preston's Father:
We're really trusting you here, Preston.
Roadie:
[Behind them two more guys roll in a huge set of speakers] Where to you want these speakers set up, Preston?
Preston:
Yeah, just move all the shit in the dinning room. [to his parents]
Preston:
Well, you guys really should hit the road, huh? Because I'm about to take your antique Ferrari to the inner-city to buy some hookers.
Preston's Mother:
Well, alright, sweetie. We'll call you later to check in.
Preston:
Oh, mom. By that point I'll be so high I won't even know where the phone is.
Preston's Mother:
Haha! Thats my boy.
Stevo:
And so there I was. I was gonna go to Harvard. It was obvious. I was gonna be a lawyer and play in the God-damned system, and that was that. I was my old man. He knew, so what else could I do? I mean, there's no future in anarchy; I mean let's face it. But when I was into it, there was never a thought of the future. I mean we were certain the world was gonna end, but when it didn't, I had to do something, so fuck it. I could always be a litigator in New York and piss the shit out of the judges. I mean that was me: a trouble maker of the future. The guy that was one of those guys that my parents so arrogantly saved the world for, so we could fuck it up. We can do a hell of a lot more damage in the system than outside of it. That was the final irony, I think. That, and well, this. And "fuck you" for all of you who were thinking it: I guess when all was said and done, I was nothing more than a God-damned, trendy-ass poser.
Gallaxhar:
Now I can finally rebuild my civilization. Any thought on where I can set up shop? Your planet, perhaps?
Susan Murphy:
You keep your slimy tentacles off my planet...
Gallaxhar:
[Grabs Susan with one of his tentacles] Or what? If you wanted to stop me, you should have done it when you possessed the quantonium. Now you're nothing.
Susan Murphy:
There are innocent people down there who didn't do anything!
Gallaxhar:
[Throws Susan down to the ground] Bah! There were innocent people in my home planet when it was destroyed.
Susan Murphy:
Look, I'm sorry your planet was destroyed.
Gallaxhar:
Oh, don't be. I was the one who destroyed it. Confused? After I reveal my tale to you, everything will become crystal clear. Computer, begin cloning machine!
Computer:
Yes, Gallaxhar. [Gallaxhar gets on machine]
Computer:
Many zentons ago, when I was just a squidling, I found out my parents had... [Machine closes; after a moment, it opens again]
Gallaxhar:
No child should have to endure that! So I went on the road, with a giant... [Machine closes and opens again]
Gallaxhar:
And soon thereafter was married! Things were going well, until... [Machine closes and opens again]
Gallaxhar:
...And I was all "no way!", and she was all "yes way!", and I was like... [Machine closes and opens again]
Gallaxhar:
But I've told you too much already! Let the conquest of my new planet, now know as... Gallaxhar's Planet, begin!
[last lines]
Lucy Kelson:
[on the phone] Hi, Mr. Wong, it's Lucy Kelson. I need one No. 13, two No. 7's...
George Wade:
[walking back and forth] I can't believe how small this apartment is, it's actually shocking!
Lucy Kelson:
I need three No. 8's, no garlic...
George Wade:
It's a very good thing your parents went to the movies, we'd never have squeezed in!
Lucy Kelson:
I need one No. 7 and...
George Wade:
You realize, I can actually move from one side of this apartment to the other in 6 seconds. Watch this, [steps off]
George Wade:
one...
Lucy Kelson:
...and a No. 11, please. No, actually, this is for two.
[first lines]
The Stranger:
[voiceover] Way out west there was this fella... fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Mr. Lebowski, he called himself "The Dude". Now, "Dude" - that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place so darned interestin'. They call Los Angeles the "City Of Angels." I didn't find it to be that, exactly. But I'll allow there are some nice folks there. 'Course I can't say I've seen London, and I ain't never been to France. And I ain't never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I'll tell you what - after seeing Los Angeles, and this here story I'm about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin' every bit as stupefyin' as you'd see in any of them other places. And in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin' like the good Lord gypped me. Now this here story I'm about to unfold took place back in the early '90s - just about the time of our conflict with Sad'm and the I-raqis. I only mention it because sometimes there's a man... I won't say a hero, 'cause, what's a hero? But sometimes, there's a man. And I'm talkin' about the Dude here. Sometimes, there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's the Dude, in Los Angeles. And even if he's a lazy man - and the Dude was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County, which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there's a man, sometimes, there's a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But... aw, hell. I've done introduced him enough.
Cohee Lundin:
[Explaining how Alyssa's High-School nickname "Finger-Cuffs" came to be] Alyssa Jones? Shit I know Alyssa Jones, I mean I KNOW Alyssa Jones! Know what I'm sayin'? Me and Rick Darris used to hang around her house after school and shit cause her parents were like never home and shit. One day Rick just whips it out and starts rubbin it on her leg and shit, starts chasin her around the living room. I was dyin. But you know what the crazy bitch did? She drops to her knees and she just starts suckin him off. Right there in front of me, like I wasn't even there man. I almost died. But that's not the fucked up part. The fucked up part was Rick, man, right in the middle of it, he turns to me and he says 'Cohee!' Just like that, 'Co-Hee!' So I'm like, "Yo ill give it a shot." So I start pullin' her pants down and shit. All slow cause I'm figurin' any minute she's gonna turn around and belt me in the mouth and shit right? But yo check this shit out man. Shes all into it. She doesn't even try to stop me or nothin'. Shes all wet and shit and I just start going to work, Know what I'm sayin? Me and Rick are just going to town on this crazy bitch and shes just loving it, all moaning and shit, it was fucked up! So Ricks the one that came up with the nickname, cause that day she had us locked in tight from both ends like a pair of god-damned Chinese finger cuffs!
Aunt Nora:
Now, let's try to relax, finish our dinner, and talk about something else.
Judy Shepherd:
Well, we found out why you got this house so cheap. 26 years ago, a kid named Alan Parrish used to live here. Then one day, he just disappeared, because his parents chopped him up in little pieces and hid him in the walls.
Aunt Nora:
Okay, that's it. I am sick and tired of your lies, young lady. You're grounded.
Judy Shepherd:
[leaves] Fine, there's nowhere to go in this stupid town, anyway. And just for your information, that wasn't a lie.
Alyssa:
I remember those guys used to come over to my house almost everyday after school. They'd bug my sisters, look through my dad's closet for porno tapes, raid the fridge. They really took advantage of my parents never being home. This one day, Rick pulled his dick out and started chasing me around the house with it! Right in front of Cohee, man! I couldn't believe it!
Holden:
Rick pulled his dick out? Really? What did you do?
Alyssa:
[yells] I blew him while Cohee fucked me!
Holden:
Excuse me?
Alyssa:
That's what you wanted to hear, isn't it? That's what this little cross-examination of yours is all about? God! Well, next time, try not to make it so obvious, alright? There's subtler ways of badgering a witness! Am I right?
Bystander:
Jeez, man. Even I knew what you were getting at.
Alyssa:
If you wanted some background information on me, Holden, all you had to do was ask. I would have gladly volunteered it. You didn't have to go playing Hercule-fucking-Poirot!
Bystander:
[to his friend] I told you these were good seats!
V:
[V enters Evey's field of vision as she walks into the Shadow Gallery, directly from the prison] Hello, Evey.
Evey Hammond:
You. It was you.
V:
[quietly] Yeah.
Evey Hammond:
[gestures behind her] That wasn't real... Is Gordon - ?
V:
I'm sorry, but Mr. Deitrich's dead. I thought they'd arrest him, but when they found a Koran in his house, they had him executed.
Evey Hammond:
[whispers] Oh God...
V:
Fortunately, I got to you before they did.
Evey Hammond:
You got to me? You did this to me? You cut my hair? You tortured me? You tortured me! Why?
V:
You said you wanted to live without fear. I wish there'd been an easier way, but there wasn't. [Evey whispers, "Oh my God...?]
V:
I know you may never forgive me... but nor will you understand how hard it was for me to do what I did. Every day I saw in myself everything you see in me now. Every day I wanted to end it, but each time you refused to give in, I knew I couldn't.
Evey Hammond:
You're *sick*! You're *evil*!
V:
*You* could've ended it, Evey, you could've given in. But you didn't. Why?
Evey Hammond:
Leave me alone! I *hate* you!
V:
That's it! See, at first I thought it was hate, too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all my hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me... just as it happened to you.
Evey Hammond:
Shut up! I *don't* want to hear your lies!
V:
Your own father said that artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
Evey Hammond:
No.
V:
What was true in that cell is just as true now. What you felt in there has nothing to do with me.
Evey Hammond:
I can't feel *anything* anymore!
V:
Don't run from it, Evey. You've been running all your life.
Evey Hammond:
[gasps] I can't... can't breathe. Asthma... asthma! When I was little... [V reaches out his hand, Evey grabs it, they fall to the ground together]
V:
Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it. [Evey continues sobbing]
V:
They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you. [Evey groans]
V:
They put you in a cell and took everything they could take except your life. And you believed that was all there was, didn't you? The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn't, was it? [Evey sobs, "Oh please...?]
V:
You found something else. In that cell you found something that mattered more to you than life. It was when they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted... you told them you'd rather die. You faced your death, Evey. You were calm. You were still. [Evey continues gasping]
V:
Try to feel now what you felt then.
Evey Hammond:
[breathes heavily] Oh God... I felt...
V:
Yes?
Evey Hammond:
I'm dizzy. I need air. Please, I need to be outside.
Natalie:
[Frank plays with blocks while Natalie relaxes in a beach chair] Hey... You know I've been ignoring our difference in age but you keep playing with those blocks, I'm gonna start to worry.
Frank Fowler:
You're not looking at the house. Look. [Natalie moves closer to Frank]
Frank Fowler:
It's not all mine, it's part Mack. See, the whole idea of what Mack was trying to achieve was a common area in the center of the house. I mean, large, open spaces- they weren't unique to Mack but the idea of seperating the family so that the parents were on one side and the kids on the other, so... they'll all spill into the center. It's... brilliant. I'm boring you, aren't I?
Natalie:
[shakes her head] No. I was just thinking.
Frank Fowler:
About what?
Natalie:
About you. School.
Frank Fowler:
What if I wait another year?
Natalie:
Frank...
Frank Fowler:
A year is not going to make...
Natalie:
[shakes her head] No. You can't do that, Frank.
Frank Fowler:
Why not? I have thought a lot about this. I have, and...
Natalie:
No. You told me it takes forever to establish yourself.
Frank Fowler:
Exactly. So, what's a year in forever?
Natalie:
[pauses] It's twisted logic. [starts to laugh]
Frank Fowler:
You know what Duncan said to me today?
Natalie:
Oh, you wouldn't be changing the subject, would you?
Frank Fowler:
He said, "Frank, I don't think Jason really understands girls."
Natalie:
Oh, he didn't. [laughs]
Frank Fowler:
"Understands girls".
Natalie:
Well, what'd you say?
Frank Fowler:
I didn't know what to say to that. I said... I said "give him time, Duncan, he'll come around." If this is how he is now, then we're in trouble. [long pause]
Frank Fowler:
What is this, Action Man?
Natalie:
Yeah. Richard gave it to Dunc for his birthday. [Richard pulls up]
