When evening comes, I return home and go into my study. On the threshold I strip off my muddy, sweaty, workday clothes, and put on the robes of court and palace, and in this graver dress I enter the antique courts of the ancients and am welcomed by them, and there I taste the food that alone is mine, and for which I was born. And there I make bold to speak to them and ask the motives of their actions, and they, in their humanity, reply to me. And for the space of four hours I forget the world, remember no vexation, fear poverty no more, tremble no more at death: I pass indeed into their world.
Janis:
[reading list the major cliques in high school] You got your freshmen, ROTC guys, preps, J.V. jocks, Asian nerds, Cool Asians, Varsity jocks Unfriendly black hotties, Girls who eat their feelings, Girls who don't eat anything, Desperate wannabes, Burnouts, Sexually active band geeks, [a picture of herself and Damian come on screen]
Janis:
the greatest people you will ever meet, and the worst. Beware of plastics.
Bob Dylan:
[while reading a store sign] I'm looking for a place that will collect, clip, bath and return my dog. Kn1 7727, cigarettes and tobacco. Animals and birds bought or sold on commission. animals and birds bought or sold on commission. I want a dog that's gonna collect and clean my bath, return my cigarette, and, and give tobacco to my animals, and give my birds a commission. I want- I'm looking for somebody to sell my dog, collect my clip, buy my animal and straighten out my bird. I'm looking for a place to bathe my bird, buy my dog, collect my clip, sell me cigarrets and comission my bath. I'm looking for a place that's gonna collect my commission, sell my dog, burn my bird, and sell me to the cigarette. Going to bird my buy, collect my will, and bathe my comission. I'm looking for a place that's going to animal my soul, knit my return, bathe my foot and collect my dog. Comission me to sell my animals to the bird to clip and buy my bath and return me back to the cigarettes.
Mike Chadway:
OK, we've gotta teach you flirting.
Abby Richter:
I know how to flirt.
Mike Chadway:
Oh, OK. "My name's Abby and I enjoy reading Tolstoy, taking long walks and romantic picnics." I don't think so.
Abby Richter:
[grabs Mike's ass, imitating his voice] Hey baby, wearing any underwear?
Mike Chadway:
Hey, I would never say that and I wouldn't grab ass.
Abby Richter:
[still imitating him] What's wrong with a little ass grabbing, I mean what's it there for if not for me to grab it? [she squeezes Mike's ass tightly which makes him wince in pain]
Mike Chadway:
You are a deeply disturbed person.
Abby Richter:
[normal voice] Maybe I'm just a really good student. [Runs her hand down his chest and upper body]
Mike Chadway:
Will you stop doing that?
Abby Richter:
Doing what? [still running her finger up and down his body]
Mike Chadway:
Running your finger down... there... over me.
Abby Richter:
Why, is it turning you on?
Mike Chadway:
[forces a laugh as if to say "yeah right"] Maybe.
Abby Richter:
[seductively] You know, I think I kinda like it.
Mike Chadway:
Really?
Abby Richter:
[leaning in, her face almost touching his] Sucker.
Mike Chadway:
[annoyed] I knew it. That's it, no teaching the teacher.
Mustafa:
[taking Ego's order] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir?
Anton Ego:
Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?
Mustafa:
With what, sir?
Anton Ego:
Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?
Mustafa:
I am, uh...
Anton Ego:
Very well. Since you're all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this BLOODY TOWN, I'll make you a deal. You provide the food, I'll provide the perspective, which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.
Mustafa:
I'm afraid... your dinner selection?
Anton Ego:
[stands up angrily] Tell your chef Linguini that I want whatever he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me with his best SHOT.
[in a library in 1955]
Doc:
[reading a short biography about Buford Tannen] "Buford Tannen was a notorious gunman, whose short temper and a tendency to drool, earned him the nickname 'Mad Dog.' He was quick on the trigger and bragged that he'd killed 12 men, not including Indians or Chinamen."
Marty McFly:
Does it mention me? Am I one of the 12?
Doc:
[Puts up his finger] Just a minute. "However, this can not be substantiated since precise records were not kept after Tannen shot a newspaper editor who printed an unfavorable story about him in 1884." That's why we can't find anything.
Marty McFly:
[Brings over a set of books] Look. "William McFly and family." Your relatives?
Marty McFly:
My great grandfather's name was William. [Points to William]
Doc:
That's him, good looking guy.
Marty McFly:
Maybe it was just a mistake, Doc. Maybe that grave wasn't yours. There could've been another Emmett Brown back in 1885.
Doc:
No.
Marty McFly:
Did you have a relatives here back then?
Doc:
The Browns didn't come to Hill Valley until 1908. Then, they were the Von Brauns. My father changed our name during the first World War.
Marty McFly:
[discovers a picture of Doc] Doc, look.
Doc:
Great Scott. It's me! Then, it *is* true. All of it. It is me who goes back there and gets shot.
Marty McFly:
It's not gonna happen, Doc. After you fix the time circuits and put new tires on the DeLorean, I'm gonna go back to 1885 and I'm bringing you home.
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.
Vassili Zaitsev:
[Vassili sees his own picture while reading the Red Army newspaper as it is coming off the press] That's me. [he reads the caption]
Vassili Zaitsev:
"Vassili Zaitsev." That's me!
Danilov:
No, you're not dreaming! It's your name! We made the front page! They haven't changed a word! Do you have any idea what this means? It's not the back page. It's not the second page. It's the front page.
Danilov, Vassili Zaitsev:
[together] The front page!
Danilov:
They're going to reprint our article everywhere, in the Caucasus, in the Crimea... even in the Urals! [he laughs]
Danilov:
Tomorrow morning, Stalin himself will be sitting over breakfast, reading my words, memorizing your name. We're famous, Vassili. Khrushchev loved the article. He's promoted me to the General Staff... and you... to sniper division.
Vassili Zaitsev:
Well, that's good.
Danilov:
It's *very* good.
Vassili Zaitsev:
It's very good. It's great.
Danilov:
It's *very* great!
Vassili Zaitsev:
It's great!
Danilov:
It's great!
Vassili Zaitsev:
It's great!
Danilov:
For *both* of us, because we did it together. [Vassili laughs]
Danilov:
Together. Although, admittedly, I did all the hard work.
Vassili Zaitsev:
Oh, yeah? [he pushes Danilov playfully, then chases him around some desks]
Danilov:
You know, you're very lucky I can't fight back.
Vassili Zaitsev:
Why's that?
Danilov:
Because Khrushchev told me to make sure that nothing happens to you! You're too important!
Vassili Zaitsev:
I'm too valuable! [he keeps hitting Danilov playfully]
Danilov:
Yes! Careful of my - careful of my glasses, please. They're new.
Vassili Zaitsev:
[Vassili gives Danilov a salute and a smile] Sorry, sir.
Danilov:
[Danilov slaps Vassili playfully] I'm sorr - [they start laughing and wrestling around]
Danilov:
I'm famous!
Vassili Zaitsev:
*I'm* famous!
Danilov:
*We're* famous!
Vassili Zaitsev:
*I'm* famous!
Danilov:
We're famous!
Vassili Zaitsev:
We're famous!
