Trout Walker:
[Trout appears, pointing a rifle at Kate] You got five seconds to tell me where you buried the lout!
Kissin' Kate Barlow:
I've been waitin' for you, Trout... [she draws her pistol and aims. Trout hesitates, but then she lowers it]
Kissin' Kate Barlow:
I ain't gonna kill you. [she throws the gun down, and Trout's wife picks it up]
Trout Walker:
Where's the loot?
Kissin' Kate Barlow:
There ain't no loot.
Trout Walker:
Don't give me that! You robbed every bank from Hell to Houston!
Linda Walker:
We saw you heading back with a shovel, Miss Katherine!
Kissin' Kate Barlow:
Linda Miller? Is that you?
Linda Walker:
I've been Linda Walker for the past thirteen years!
Trout Walker:
One!
Kissin' Kate Barlow:
Aw, Linda, you were such a good student... you must have married him for his money.
Trout Walker:
Two!
Linda Walker:
Well, it's all gone now! It dried up with the lake. Hasn't rained here since the day they killed Sam! Now you better tell him what he wants, he's a desperate man!
Trout Walker:
Three!
Kissin' Kate Barlow:
Go on, kill me.
Trout Walker:
[smiles crookedly] I ain't gonna kill you. But by the time I'm finished with you, you gonna wish you was dead.
Kissin' Kate Barlow:
[chuckles] I've been wishing I was dead for a long time.
Reinaldo Arenas:
Walking along streets that collapse from crumbling sewers. Past buildings that you jump to avoid because they will fall on you. Past grim faces that size you up and sentence you. Past closed shops, closed markets, closed cinemas, closed parks, closed cafes. Sometimes showing dusty signs, justifcations: "CLOSED FOR RENOVATION," "CLOSED FOR REPAIRS." What kind of repairs? When will these so-called renovations be finished? When at last will they begin? Closed... closed... closed... everything closed. I arrive, open the countless padlocks and run up the temporary stairs. There she is, waiting for me. I pull off the cover, and stare at her dusty, cold shape I clean of fthe dust and caress her. With my hand, delicately, I wipe clean her back, her base and her sides. Infront of her, I feel desperate and happy. I run my fingers over her keyboard and suddenly it all starts up. With a tinkling sound the music begins, little by little, then faster; now full speed. Walls, trees, streets, cathedrals, faces and beaches. Cells, mini- cells, huge cells. Starry nights, bare feet, pines, clouds. Hundreds, thousands, millions of parrots. A stool, a climbing plant, they all answer my call, all come to me. The walls recede, the roof vanishes, and you float quite naturally. You float uprooted, dragged off, lfited high. Transported, immortalized, saved. Thanks to that subtle, continuous rhythm, that music, that incessant tap-tap.
Will Turner:
Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!
Barbossa:
Don't dare impugn me honor boy! I agreed she go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where. Though it does seem a shame to lose somethin' so fine, don't it, lads?
The Crew:
Aye.
Barbossa:
So I'll be havin' that dress back before ye go.
Jack Sparrow:
I always liked you.
Bo'sun:
Grr...
Elizabeth:
Goes with your black heart.
Barbossa:
Ooh, it's still warm.
The Crew:
Off you go!; Come on!; Get on with it!
Bo'sun:
Too long!
Jack Sparrow:
I really rather hope we were past all this.
Barbossa:
Jack... Jack! Did you not notice? That be the same island we made you the governor of on our last little trip.
Jack Sparrow:
I did notice.
Barbossa:
Perhaps, you'll conjure up another miraculous escape, but I doubt it. Off you go.
Jack Sparrow:
The last time you left me a pistol with one shot.
Barbossa:
By the powers, you're right. Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward.
Jack Sparrow:
Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols.
Barbossa:
It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady; and starve to death yourself.
Mary Katherine Gallagher:
Oh my God!
Jesus:
Oh my Me! How are you?
Mary Katherine Gallagher:
It's going OK. Are you the Lord?
Jesus:
Well, to you I am. See, technically, you're, like, in this REM sleep state, and I'm a mixture of your mind's images of God, some past authority figures, uh, Skye, and your dad. Basically, your subconcsious came up with me to help you deal. Dig?
Mary Katherine Gallagher:
Yeah... uh, you want a glass of water or something?
Jesus:
No, I'm good. I'm God!
Mary Katherine Gallagher:
Oh. Right.
[sung]
Mark:
To days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing, the need to express, to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going mad. To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension, to starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension, not to mention, of course, hating dear old Mom and Dad. To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits. To fruits, to no absolutes, to "Absolut." To choice, to the "Village Voice," to any passing fad. To being an "Us" for once, instead of a "Them." La vie BohËme.
Riyo:
Did you tell the matchmaker about my parents?
Aunt Sode:
You mean, how they died? Of course not. [hands Riyo a picture]
Aunt Sode:
Matsuji is such a handsome man. He doesn't look like a sugar cane farmer!
Riyo:
[stares at the picture, then grabs the letter next to it and reads] When the mist covers the mountains, I'm reminded of the homeland. Yet, in this South Seas paradise, money is earned with ease, and the eternal fragrance of flowers is but another tropical blessing. In anticipation of your arrival, I'm inspired to write this haiku poem: "Lady Butterfly perfumes her wings by floating over this orchid."
Aunt Sode:
I'm worried about you working in the fields, but at least in Hawaii no one will no anything about yur past. That's why it's perfect. Far away, you can leave your past behind and start all over again. Riyo, maybe your luck is changing.
Mr. Ray:
[introduction to the Bonus Features menu of the first disc of the DVD; Mr. Ray is singing] Let's make a selection, a selection, a selection. Let's make a selection on the D-V-D! Ohhhhh! Pick something.
Nemo:
[looks down at the reef] Cool!
Mr. Ray:
[all characters are off-screen past this point] Welcome explorers! So much to see, so much to learn. Let's go! [long pause]
Mr. Ray:
Okay, optical orbits up front, and let's pick a button.
Dory:
Uh! I'd like to see it with the commentary!
Marlin:
It's not up to you.
Dory:
Well, they might listen to me; I speak mammal. Choose the commentary!
Marlin:
Unbelievable...
Mr. Ray:
Sooo... Moving along! [pause]
Mr. Ray:
All scientific exploration is an act of discovery, so pick a button and discover what happens.
Bruce:
[Bruce's Easter egg narration on the same menu] Hullo. My name is Bruce. I promise to watch all the making-of features, listen to the complete audio-visual commentary, and search diligently for Easter Eggs. On my honor, so help me.
Robert Ford:
I can't believe I woke up this morning wondering if my Daddy would loan me his overcoat, and here it is just past midnight and I've already robbed a railroad train and I'm sitting in a rocking chair chatting with none other than Jesse James.
Jesse James:
Yeah, it's a wonderful world.
Robert Ford:
[reaches into his pocket and removes a newspaper clipping] Oh, what's this? I was real agitated this morning, wondering if I'd be able to tell you and Frank apart. So I had the clipping that described you both. You want me to read it?
Jesse James:
Go on.
Robert Ford:
Well, I gotta find... here. 'Jesse James, the youngest, has a face as smooth and innocent as a schoolgirl. The blue eyes, very clear and penetrating, are never at rest. His form is tall and graceful and capable of great endurance and great effort. Jesse is lighthearted, reckless, and devil-may-care. There is always a smile on his lips-'
Jesse James:
All right, all right.
Robert Ford:
Well, yeah. Then it's 'Frank, Frank, Frank... ' You know what I've got right next to my bed? The Train Robbers, or a story of the James Boys, by R.W. Stevens. Many's the night I've stayed up with my mouth opens and my eyes open, reading about your escapades in the Wide Awake Library.
Jesse James:
They're all lies, you know.
Robert Ford:
'Course they are.
