Phil Olson:
Well, what he did sir, was crazy!
Everett Hitch:
You calling Virgil crazy?
Phil Olson:
-Yes. No.
Everett Hitch:
Well, if... You think a man makes a living as a gun hand isn't crazy?
Phil Olson:
-You're not crazy.
Everett Hitch:
- Maybe. Maybe not. Whatever I am, I'm not Virgil Cole.
Phil Olson:
It doesn't give him the right to go busting up innocent people.
Everett Hitch:
No, it doesn't, and mostly innocent people don't get busted up, and if they do, it's because of who Virgil Cole is and what he is, and you hired him to be Virgil Cole.
Phil Olson:
I'm not sure I understand.
Everett Hitch:
No, I'm not sure you do either. - Good day. [turns and walks off]
Phil Olson:
- yes. [smiles and nods, then pauses and looks after Everett looking puzzled]
Phil Olson:
.
Katie:
I want to go to Chow Funs
Ben:
I thought we agreed we couldn't really talk at Chow Funs
Katie:
I know
Ben:
Are you saying Chow Funs because you can't face telling the kids? Because if that's why you're saying Chow Funs, don't say Chow Funs
Katie:
That's not why I'm saying Chow Funs. Funs, I'm saying Chow Funs because we're an us. There's a history here, and histories don't happen overnight. In Mesopotamia or Ancient Troy there are cities built on top of other cities, but I don't want another city, I like this city. I know what kind of mood your in when you wake up by which eyebrow is higher, and you know I'm a little quiet in the morning and compensate accordingly, that's a dance you perfect over time. And it's hard, it's much harder than I thought it would be, but there's more good than bad and you don't just give up! And it's not for the sake of the children, but God they're great kids aren't they? And we made them, I mean think about that! It's like there were no people there, and then there were people and they grew, and an an an I won't be able to say to some stranger Josh has your hands or remember how Erin threw up at the Lincoln Memorial And I'll try to relax, let's face it, anybody is going to have traits that get on your nerves, I mean, why shouldn't it be your annoying traits, and I know I'm no day at the beach, but I do have a good sense of direction so I can at least find the beach, which isn't a weakness of yours, it's a strength of mine. And God your a good friend and good friends are hard to find. Charlotte said that in Charlottes Web and I love how you read that to Erin and you take on the voice of Wilber the Pig with such dedication even when your bone tired. That speaks volumes about character! And ultimately, isn't that what it comes down too? What a person is made of? That girl in the pin helmet is still here 'bee boo bee boo' I didn't even know she existed until you and I'm afraid if you leave I may never see her again, even though I said at times you beat her out of me, isn't that the paradox? Haven't we hit the essential paradox? Give and take, push and pull, the yen the yang. The best of times, the worst of times!I think Dickens said it best, 'He could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean', but, doesn't really apply here does it? What I'm trying to say is, I'm saying Chow Funs because, I love you
Ben:
Did you hear that kids? Mom wants to go to chow Funs!
[Opening narration; a couple of snippets of interspersed dialog are omitted]
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
In other parts of the world, young men leave home and travel far and wide in search of a promising future. Their journeys are often fueled by dreams of triumphing over evil, finding a great love or the hopes of fortunes easily made. Here in St. Cloud's, not even the decision to get off the train is easily made, for it requires an earlier, more difficult decision - add a child to your life or leave one behind. The only reason people journey here is for the orphanage. I came as a physician to the abandoned children and unhappily pregnant women. I had hoped to become a hero. But in St. Cloud's, there was no such position. In the lonely, sordid world of lost children, there were no heroes to be found. And so I became the caretaker of many, father of none. Well, in a way, there was one. His name was Homer Wells.
Big Bob:
[bangs the gavel] You're out of order!
David:
Why am I out of order? [approaches Big Bob]
Big Bob:
Because I'm not gonna let you turn this courtroom into a circus!
David:
Well, I don't think it's a circus, and I don't think they do, either. [David turns to look at the crowd, where many of the black-and-white people are changing into color. There are gasps and murmurs. Jennifer grins]
Big Bob:
[bangs the gavel] This behavior must stop at once.
David:
But see? That's just the point! It can't stop at once, because it's in you, and you can't stop something that's inside you.
Big Bob:
It is not inside *me*!
David:
[amused] Oh, sure it is.
Big Bob:
No, it is not!
David:
[Leans forward and speaks confidentially with a mischievous grin] What do you want to do to me right now? Come on. Everyone is turning colors. Kids are making out in the street. No one is getting their dinner. [Raises his voice for all to hear]
David:
Hell, you could have a flood any minute! Pretty soon, the women could be going off to work, while the men stayed at home and cooked!
Big Bob:
That is not going to happen!
David:
[with defiant delight] But it *could* happen!
Big Bob:
[enraged] *No, it could not!* [Big Bob suddenly turns pink, and David grins victoriously]
Will:
Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.
Oliver Queenan:
We have a question: Do you want to be a cop, or do you want to appear to be a cop? It's an honest question. A lot of guys just want to appear to be cops. Gun, badge, pretend they're on TV.
Dignam:
Yeah, a lot of people just wanna slam a nigger's head through a plate-glass window.
Billy Costigan:
I'm all set without your own personal job application. Alright, Sergeant?
Dignam:
What the fuck did you say to me, trainee?
Billy Costigan:
[to Queenan] With all due respect, sir, what do you want from me?
Dignam:
Hey asshole, he can't help you! I know what you are, okay? I know what you are and I know what you are not. I'm the best friend you have on the face of this earth, and I'm gonna help you understand something, you punk. You're no fuckin' cop!
The Wolf:
Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
Vincent:
A please would be nice.
The Wolf:
Come again?
Vincent:
I said a please would be nice.
The Wolf:
Get it straight buster - I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better fucking do it and do it quick. I'm here to help - if my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.
Jules:
No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that, your help is definitely appreciated.
Vincent:
I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.
The Wolf:
If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
Eleanor Shaw:
I will do whatever is necessary to protect America from anyone who opposes her. I can't... am I the only person in this room who's been reading these NSA reports?
Congressman Healy:
I've read them.
Eleanor Shaw:
All right, then. You know... you know we are on the brink of another cataclysm, probably nuclear, on our own soil.
Congresswoman Becket:
Oh, Ellie, that's a bit extreme.
Eleanor Shaw:
And it's not from random terrorists, but from covert alliances of disaffected nations who've all been made bold by this kind of Jordan one-worlder who believes that human beings are essentially good and that our powers are somehow, I don't know, shameful or evil and never to be used. Make no mistake. The American people are terrified. They know something's coming. They can feel it. And we can either shovel them the same old shit and call it sugar or we can arm them. We can arm them with a young, vibrant Vice President. We can give them heat, energy! Give them a war hero with heart, forged by enemy fire in the desert in the dark when American lives hung on the balance!
Barfly:
[talking fast] Hiya. Hola. Hello. Good Evening. [gets up and wanders over and sits next to Adam]
Barfly:
Nice to meet ya.
Adam Jones:
But we've never met.
Barfly:
Oh, we go way back, John. Way way back.
Adam Jones:
My name's not John, it's...
Barfly:
I know what your name is, Bob.
Adam Jones:
[keeps looking straight ahead, in monotone] I don't know you or what you're talking about.
Barfly:
What do you mean you don't know me, Frank? Or is it Fred now? I always remember you liked changing your name. Some people change socks, I tell ya. But Wilson here, he changes his name like octopi go through digital watches, and real ones too.
Adam Jones:
I don't follow you. I just want to get back to my house and be left alone. Don't you understand that?
Barfly:
I know how you feel big guy. I mean we all wanna be left to our own devices. Our own shoes, our own appliances. There's a present in the tense. And the shift is on man, it's on!
