The Shoveller:
Lucille, God gave me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well.
Lucille:
Honey, you shovel better than any man I've ever known, but that does not make you a super hero. [the Shoveller starts to say something, but Lucille cuts him off]
Lucille:
No, listen to me. You're a good husband, and a good father. But that's all. Nothing more. [she walks offscreen, a small boy wearing a Captain Amazing T-shirt hugs The Shoveller's leg]
Roland, The Shoveler's Son:
I believe in you, Daddy!
Lucille:
[calling from off-screen] Roland, do *not* encourage your father.
Joe Nast:
[voiceover] Dear Bertie, You asked me before where I went. And I want to tell you. I went to a place where nothing's right, where every moment's backwards, every sky's without colour, without hope. I tried to come back, Bertie. But I got lost. And while I was gone, I met you. And I didn't even have the courage to realize I was home. A wise friend of mine told me "we all have our homes", and now I know it's true. I hope you get this letter, Bertie. I figure I got 75 chances. Cause if you do you'll know that in the end, that's where I was. I found home, Bertie. I found you. I hope you can find your's soon. Get there - as fast as you can. And write me when you do. Love, Joe.
Steve:
Better heroes, huh? Listen, girls. My name is Steve. I'm a monster. I've been coming here for three days, causing all sorts of damage to your town. And what do I get? Two days of no-shows, and now this. A flag girl who does rope tricks, some rabbit, and Little Miss Darkness who's afraid of a little sun.
Buttercup:
Hey! Do you have any idea who you're talking to?
Bubbles:
We're superheroes!
Blossom:
Real ones!
Steve:
Yeah, well, that's great and all, but what am I supposed to tell the guys back on Monster Isle? You see, when a monster visits Townsville, he must fight the Powerpuff Girls. And if he can hold his own and make it back to Monster Isle alive, he's a hero. Now this new bit is just not gonna cut it. Sure, you didn't have a thirst for vengeance, stickers with your face on them, or souped-up vehicles, cause you didn't need them! See? Even if you take away the costumes, props, and angst, you still have all the bravery and courage it takes to save the day. So what do you say? Powerpuff Girls?
Blossom:
Let's get him, girls!
Steve:
Now that's better!
[Sam runs to the top of a skyscraper and prepares to hand over the Cube to a waiting helicopter... ]
Sam Witwicky:
[spotting Starscream] WATCH OUT! [Starscream fires at the copter, incapacitating it]
Sam Witwicky:
Oh my God... Where do I go?
Optimus Prime:
[hurrying across rooftops] Hang on, Sam! [With a crash, Megatron rises from below; frightened, Sam clings to a statue at the edge of the building]
Megatron:
Is it fear or courage that compels you, fleshling?
Sam Witwicky:
[terrified] Oh no! No!
Megatron:
Give me the All Spark and you may live to be my pet.
Sam Witwicky:
[still making a stand] I'm never giving you this All Spark!
Megatron:
Oh, so unwise... [With a roar, he pulls out a flail from his arm and smashes the rooftop, sending a screaming Sam plummeting towards the ground... ]
Optimus Prime:
[grabbing Sam] I got you, boy! Hold on to the Cube! [Prime leaps down, but Megatron grabs him, and all three tumble down into the street]
O-Ren Ishii:
[after she cuts off Tanaka's head, in Japanese] So you all will know the seriousness of my warning, I shall say this in English.
O-Ren Ishii:
[in English] As your leader, I encourage you from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you're unconvinced that a particular plan of action I've decided is the wisest, tell me so, but allow me to convince you and I promise you right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Chinese or American heritage as a negative is... I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here. Now, if any of you sons of bitches got anything else to say, now's the fucking time! [pause]
O-Ren Ishii:
I didn't think so.
O-Ren Ishii:
[calmly, in Japanese] Gentlemen, this meeting is adjourned.
Most of us are not raised to actively encounter our destiny. We may not know that we have one. As children, we are seldom told we have a place in life that is uniquely ours alone. Instead, we are encouraged to believe that our life should somehow fulfill the expectations of others, that we will (or should) find our satisfactions as they have found theirs. Rather than being taugh to ask ourselves who we are, we are schooled to ask others. We are, in effect, trained to listen to others' versions of ourselves. We are brought up in our life as told to us by someone else! When we survey our lives, seeking to fulfill our creativity, we often see we had a dream that went glimmering because we believed, and those around us believed, that the dream was beyond our reach. Many of us would have been, or at least might have been, done, tried something, if...
If we had known who we really were.
John Quincy Adams:
[to the court] James Madison, Alexander Hamilton, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington... John Adams. We've long resisted asking you for guidance. Perhaps we have feared in doing so, we might acknowledge that our individuality, which we so, so revere, is not entirely our own. Perhaps we've feared an... an appeal to you might be taken for weakness. But, we've come to understand, finally, that this is not so. We understand now, we've been made to understand, and to embrace the understanding... that who we are *is* who we were. We desperately need your strength and wisdom to triumph over our fears, our prejudices, ourselves. Give us the courage to do what is right. And if it means civil war? Then let it come. And when it does, may it be, finally, the last battle of the American Revolution.
John Myers:
He doesn't want me with him. I know that much. He respects Clay, not me.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm:
You're doing fine.
John Myers:
No, I'm not. Look, I'm really sorry, but I'm not your guy.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm:
I'm dying, Agent Myers. Like any father, I worry about him. [pauses]
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm:
In medieval stories, there is often a young knight who is inexperienced, but pure of heart.
John Myers:
Oh, come on. I am not pure of heart.
Abe Sapien:
Yes, you are.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm:
Rasputin is back for him. What I'm asking of you is to have the courage to stand by him when I am gone. He was born a demon; we can't change that. But you will help him, in essence, to become a man.
Sarah Jordan:
Why do you never say my name?
Nick Callahan:
Sorry?
Sarah Jordan:
You never say my name. Why?
Nick Callahan:
pauses - What's the first thing you do when you get a cold?
Sarah Jordan:
What?
Nick Callahan:
What's the first thing you do when you get a cold?
Sarah Jordan:
Uh... chicken soup, aspirin, scotch...
Nick Callahan:
You never just have the cold?
Sarah Jordan:
I don't know what...
Nick Callahan:
interrupts - Taken nothing. Just have the cold?
Sarah Jordan:
No
Nick Callahan:
No, and that's us, right? We drown it. Kill it. Numb it, anything not to feel. You know, when I was a doctor in London, no one ever said 'medahani'. They don't thank you like they thank you here. Cos here they feel everything, straight from God. There's no drugs, no painkillers. It's the weirdest, purest thing - suffering. And when you've seen that kind of courage in a li... - pauses, tears well up -... in a child... How could you ever want to do anything but just hold him in your arms? You remember that boy in London, JoJo?
Sarah Jordan:
Yes of course
Nick Callahan:
He was my first save, 10 years old. So thin he could barely stand. But he still found the strength the bury the rest of his family. We have no idea what courage is... He used to write me little notes. He helped me in the clinic. He was good. He was sweet, he was good. He wanted to be like me, I liked that. I mean, it was silly and childish, but it made me feel good about myself. So I took him with me to London, you know, my talisman, my courageous Africa... - pauses - How could I be so bloody stupid? How could I be so totally selfish? The point is... he was my friend. He had a name. So now I HAVE to remember him. If everybody I lose has a name...
