[last lines]
Jerry Willis:
"Then Jesus declared, 'I am the Bread of Life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. For as I told you, you have seen me still you do not believe. All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away. For I have come down from heaven not to do my will, but the will of Him who sent me.'"
Brody Sutton:
I remember the thrill of driving my car, the pleasure of friendship, the touch of a woman who loved me. I remember the words of a man named Elijah Cohan, the man who told me about Jesus Christ. I remember, but it's like a dream, a dream from long ago, and it's fading. I still remember the last free choice I ever made. [insert showing Brody took the implant]
Brody Sutton:
It was the wrong choice.
Stanley Goodspeed:
"I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy. I'd take pleasure in guttin' you... boy." What is wrong with these people, huh? Mason? Don't you think there's a lot of, uh, a lot of anger flowing around this island? Kind of a pubescent volatility? Don't you think? A lotta angst, a lot of "I'm sixteen, I'm angry at my father" syndrome? I mean grow up! We're stuck on an island with a bunch of violence-for-pleasure-seeking psycophatic marines, SHAME-ON-THEM! [clears throat]
Stanley Goodspeed:
Anyway, I only got one chem round, and there's two left... Mason?
John Mason:
Yes, I'm here. I was just thinking how wonderful it was when the inmates weren't allowed to talk in here.
[first lines]
Thomas Fowler:
[voiceover] I can't say what made me fall in love with Vietnam - that a woman's voice can drug you; that everything is so intense. The colors, the taste, even the rain. Nothing like the filthy rain in London. They say whatever you're looking for, you will find here. They say you come to Vietnam and you understand a lot in a few minutes, but the rest has got to be lived. The smell: that's the first thing that hits you, promising everything in exchange for your soul. And the heat. Your shirt is straightaway a rag. You can hardly remember your name, or what you came to escape from. But at night, there's a breeze. The river is beautiful. You could be forgiven for thinking there was no war; that the gunshots were fireworks; that only pleasure matters. A pipe of opium, or the touch of a girl who might tell you she loves you. And then, something happens, as you knew it would. And nothing can ever be the same again.
Alice Kramden:
Hi, how can I help you today?
William Davis:
Yes, uh, Alice, I would like an egg-white omelette, and if I could get a clean glass of water.
Alice Kramden:
Well, precious, we don't separate our eggs here and that's about as clean as it's gonna get.
William Davis:
Well, what do you have that's similar to an egg-white omelette?
Alice Kramden:
Eggs.
William Davis:
Well then, by all means why don't you just bring me whatevers convenient for you.
Trixie Norton:
Do I need to take of my heels?
Alice Kramden:
No, no. Not yet.
William Davis:
I've angered you, I'm sorry. It happens alot.
Alice Kramden:
Oh, hi Miss Benvenuti. How are you?
Miss Benvenuti:
I'm fine. Hi Trixie.
William Davis:
Ah, Miss Benvenuti, what a pleasure. Please [gestures for her to sit]
Miss Benvenuti:
If you'd just buy my house, that will be pleasure enough.
Alice Kramden:
Oh, Miss Benvenuti, you're selling that cute little duplex over on Hart Street?
Miss Benvenuti:
Yes, I can't take the winters anymore. Mr. Davis here and his company are thinking of buying the house.
William Davis:
Yes, we are. So if you girls could just go and cook something...
Trixie Norton:
Ignoring you!
Alice Kramden:
Yeah, I wish we would've known because we've been looking to buy a duplex for years.
William Davis:
Well, I'm sorry, but my company's already buying this one.
Trixie Norton:
Yes, well, we're not a company or anything, but we would like a nice place to move into with our husbands, have a few little babies, a little Trixie.
Alice Kramden:
But everything's so expensive nowadays!
William Davis:
Yes, it is. Kinda wishing you hadn't dropped out of high school right about now, huh?
Alice Kramden:
*Still* ignoring you! So Miss Benvenuti, how much are you asking for the duplex?
