Muhammad Ali:
I ain't draft dodging. I ain't burning no flag. I ain't running to Canada. I'm staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I've been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain't going no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people. If I want to die, I'll die right here, right now, fightin' you, if I want to die. You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese. You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice. You my opposer when I want equality. Want me to go somewhere and fight for you? You won't even stand up for me right here in America, for my rights and my religious beliefs. You won't even stand up for my right here at home.
Klopfer:
And how is it you speak Hebrew? Or is it only Yiddish you speak?
Adolf Eichmann:
Well, I lived among them, I worked among them, and I picked up a few words; Jewish, Yiddish, not enough to speak. So I went in search of a rabbi - rabbi means "teacher", I came to find out - Look, may I tell you the Lord's honest truth? So many of our highest-ranking officers, whose responsibility it is to deal with the Israelites, they make no attempt to get inside the Jewish head - I went to visit this rabbi - old man, long beard - in his one-room flat. And when he saw me, his eyes grew as large as hen's eggs. I asked him to teach me his language, and he agreed, and he said that he would, but that he would charge me - of course. So, I applied to my commander for funds, and I was denied; now, I've run into this opposition all my life, so I paid my own money - very little, not much. And he taught me some vocabulary, letters of the alphabet. But looking back, I realize it was poor judgment on my part, because I could have so easily had the old man arrested - put into prison - and demanded lessons from him, in his cell, free of charge. One day, he was rounded up and shipped off because he had gone out unadvisedly. And I thought "That's so stupid... why are they so stupid?" Didn't he know that I would have protected him? At least until my lessons were complete.
Rob Moore:
The last person to come out here and not know the password was found with an arrow in his forehead and burned to death. And do you know why he was found burned with an arrow in his head?
Jack Loot:
I got it! He was juggling apples, but there was this girl there and he really wanted to impress her. So he picked out some sharp arrows and started juggling those. Now, the girl was like, "Oh Honey, you're so brave, please be careful!" And he was all like, "Don't worry, I'm a trained professional, I do this all the time, baby!" But the thing is, he was also a chain smoker, so he had a cigarette hanging from his lips when he was saying all this. Next thing ya know, cigarette falls from his lips and goes under his shirt, catches fire - then while in mid-air, the arrow falls! He's so concerned about the fire in his shirt that he forgets about the arrows at first. But then he looks up and Wham! No longer is he just burning, but now he also has an arrow in his head! That's what happened, isn't it? That's the sad sick chain reaction of events that took that poor man's life, isn't it, Rob?
Rob Moore:
No, he gave an incorrect password!
Jack Loot:
Well that was my third choice.
Professor G.H. Dorr:
Madam, or rather, mesdames, you must accept our apologies for not bein' able to perform, for, as you see, we are shorthanded. Gawain is still at work, and we could no more play with one part tacit than a horse could canter shy one leg. Perhaps I could offer, as a poor but ready substitute, a brief poetic recital. Though I do not pretend to any great oratorical skills, I would be happy to present, with your ladies' permission, verse from the unquiet mind of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Ladies, thy beauty is to me like those Nicean barks of yore, that gently, o'er a perfumed sea, the weary, wayworn wanderer bore, to his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, thy Naiad airs have brought me home to the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome.
Laura Owens:
I admit it, I was amazed. He's nothing like anyone you've ever gone out with before, so what's the change?
Lucy Owens:
I'm maturing.
Laura Owens:
Even his name, it's so not you. It's so primal - Adam.
Lucy Owens:
Yeah, yeah, it's a crap name, all right.
Laura Owens:
And he reads. He can quote Christina Rossetti.
Lucy Owens:
Oh. What'd he do that for?
Laura Owens:
It came up and you know, she's not exactly a household name as a poet so I have to say, I approve totally. I just hope you're ready for you know, whatever happens.
Lucy Owens:
Oh yeah, I'm full of surprises. So, are you jealous?
Laura Owens:
Come on, that's unfair.
Lucy Owens:
[voice over of Lucy thinking to herself] Poor Laura. Of course she's not jealous. Too good-natured. Wouldn't it be deadly, though if it turns out to be me that has this great passion she's always going on about?
Laura Owens:
Hold on a sec, I just want to buy this
Lucy Owens:
[voice over continues] Another book. Doesn't she know books won't do it?
Girls:
Mayor?
Buttercup:
We brought your candy back.
Bubbles:
And Mojo too! See? He... wasn't... really... bad after all. It...
Blossom:
We're sorry, Mayor.
Bubbles:
We want to apologize.
Blossom:
Okay, you don't have to look at us, but at least hear us out. You see, we convinced Mojo to commit crimes.
Buttercup:
Then we could save the day...
Bubbles:
...and get rewarded with candy.
Blossom:
But then Mojo and the candy got the better of us.
Buttercup:
We were out of control
Bubbles:
We're sorry.
Mayor:
And you yelled at me!
Girls:
We're sorry.
Mayor:
You poor girls, caught up in all that!
Blossom:
So you forgive us?
Mayor:
Well, you did make a mistake, but you realized what wrong you caused and set things right by telling the truth. And for that, you deserve a reward!
Blossom:
Oh, Mayor, after all the trouble we caused?
Mayor:
All righty, if that's the way you feel.
Blossom:
Maybe just one piece.
[Sully has confronted Becket about his poor showing in the courtroom]
Bryan Becket:
And all this on no sleep. Shepard gave me some pills for it, but they prove to be totally worthless, except when you mix them with Scotch, they tend to, you know, sorta enhance the Scotch. But, no, I can't concentrate on getting dressed, much less a court case! And about the only thing keeping me going these days is a morbid curiosity of where exactly it'll be that I totally fucking lose it! [Sully uncomfortably glances over his shoulder, where he sees people are eavesdropping, with jaws dropped]
Bryan Becket:
So. How do you like our new relationship so far? The opening-up thing?
Sully:
[Sully hesitates, then whispers:] I like it better.
Bryan Becket:
[swallows] Well, bless your heart, partner. I think it rots.
Josh:
You know Stein, why don't you cut yourself a break. It's obviously not the time to be meeting someone anyway.
Jessica:
[sarcastically] Really? What? Not the season?
Josh:
No. It's just because you're clearly not open to it.
Jessica:
[laughs] Excuse me? I'm sorry. How would you know?
Josh:
Well, I do have a little history to draw from. But even if I didn't, you've known Charles here for about an hour and in that time you've dismissed a panoply of men based on factors as reductive as a linguistic misstep, a different view from yours on going dutch, a kind reaction to your legendary lateness, and a genuine interest in yoga. You know, I think it was Anais Nin who said, "We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are." [chuckles]
Josh:
Generally I'm not much of a Nin fan, but I do feel that bit sums you up to a "T", Stein. So I don't think the problem's with these poor men, these freaks and morons, as you put it. I think the problem is with you.
Private Reiben:
You wanna explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense of riskin' the lives of the eight of us to save one guy?
Captain Miller:
Twenty degrees. Anybody wanna answer that?
Medic Wade:
Reiben, think about the poor bastard's mother.
Private Reiben:
Hey, Doc, I got a mother, all right? I mean, you got a mother. Sarge's got a mother. I mean, shit, I bet even the captain's got a mother. [he turns and looks at Miller, who has a bemused expression on his face]
Private Reiben:
Well, maybe not the captain, but the rest of us got mothers.
Upham:
"Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die."
Mellish:
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Corporal, huh? We're all supposed to die, is that it?
Captain Miller:
Upham's talking about our duty as soldiers.
Upham:
Yes, sir.
Captain Miller:
We all have orders, and we have to follow 'em. That supersedes everything, including your mothers.
Upham:
Yes, sir. Thank you sir.
Private Reiben:
Even if you think the mission's FUBAR, sir?
Captain Miller:
*Especially* if you think the mission's FUBAR.
