Caleb, if I had to ask you why you're so frustrated with Catherine, what would you say?
She's stubborn. She makes everything difficult for me. She's ungrateful. She's constantly griping about something.
Has she thanked you for anything you've done in the last 20 days?
No! And you'd think after I washed the car, changed the oil, do the dishes, washed the house, that she would try to show me a little bit of gratitude, but she doesn't. In fact, when I come home, she makes me feel like I'm an enemy! I'm not even welcome in my own home, dad! That is what really ticks me off! Dad, for the last three weeks I have bent over backwards for her! I have tried to demonstrate that I still care about this relationship. I bought her flowers, which she threw away. I have taken her insults and her sarcasm, but last night was it. I made dinner for her. I did everything I could to demonstrate that I care about her, to show value for her, and she spat in my face! She does not deserve this, dad! I am not doing it anymore! How am I supposed to show love to somebody over and over and over, who constantly rejects me?
[John Holt strokes the wooden cross, and turns to Caleb] That's a good question.
Dad, that is not what I'm doing.
No. Dad, that is not what this is about.
Son, you just asked me: how can someone show love over and over again when they're constantly rejected? Caleb, the answer is: you can't love her, because you can't give her what you don't have. I couldn't truly love your mother until I understood what love truly was. It's not because I get some reward out of it. I've now made a decision to love your mother whether she deserves it or not. Son, God loves you, even though you don't deserve it. Even though you've rejected Him. Spat in His face. God sent Jesus to die on the cross for your sin, because He loves you. The cross was offensive to me, until I came to it. But when I did, Jesus Christ changed my life. That's when I truly began to love your mom. Son, I can't settle this for you. This is between you and the Lord. But I love you too much not to tell you the truth. Can't you see that you need Him? Can't you see that you need His forgiveness?
Will you trust Him with your life? [Caleb nods; yes]
There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.
We're not gonna be clones of the commercial hip-hop world... because that's been seen for so many years.Somebody's waitin'on something different... another generation of kids with morals and values... that they won't need... what's being commercialized or tailor-made for them... custom-made, because I feel that we're custom-made. And we're of more value than any piece of jewelry... or any car or any big house that anybody could buy.
Oh, I'm onto your game, De Nils. Diamonds are worthless other than the value attached to them by the silly tramps you have brain washed into thinking that diamonds equal love. Guess what, sluts? Your quest for the perfect princess cut supports terrorism and genocide. Congratulations, your avarice has managed to destroy an entire continent!
And was there anything of value in the car?
Oh, uh, yeah, uh... a tape deck, some Creedence tapes, and there was a, uh... uh, my briefcase.
[expectant pause] In the briefcase?
Uh, uh, papers, um, just papers, uh, you know, uh, my papers, business papers.
And what do you do, sir?
Has she thanked you for anything you've done the last 20 days?
No! And you'd think after I washed the car, I've changed the oil, do the dishes, cleaned the house, that she would try to show me a little bit of gratitude. But she doesn't! In fact, when I come home, she makes me like I'm - like I'm an enemy! I'm not even welcome in my own home, Dad. That is what really ticks me off! Dad, for the last three weeks, I have bent over backwards for her. I have tried to demonstrate that I still care about this relationship. I bought her flowers, which she threw away. I have taken her insults and her sarcasm, but last night was it. I made dinner for her. I did everything I could to demonstrate that I care about her, to show value for her, and she spat in my face! She does not deserve this, Dad. I'm not doing it anymore! How am I supposed to show love to somebody over and over and over who constantly rejects me?
[touches, then leans against cross] That's a good question.
It's like this. A dead plaintiff is rarely worth more than a living severely-maimed plaintiff. However, if it's a long slow agonizing death as opposed to a quick drowning or car wreck, the value can rise considerably. A dead adult in his 20s is generally worth less than one who is middle aged. A dead woman less than a dead man. A single adult less than one who's married. Black less than white. Poor less than rich. The perfect victim is a white male professional, 40 years old, at the height of his earning power, struck down at his prime. And the most imperfect, well in the calculus of personal injury law, a dead child is worth the least of all.
Where you see Hell, I see a spellbinding sense of purpose. I see the value of keeping your eye on the ball. When a bride slips the ring on her finger, when a businessman lays his hands on a Rolex, when a rapper gets a shiny new tooth, this is that cost, Mr. Beck, my horror for their beauty, my Hell for their little slice of Heaven. Somebody's gotta keep his eye on the ball. That somebody is me, Mr. Beck. I am down here every day, keeping my eye on the ball. That's just a simple fact of life. And if you're bold enough to face that cold hard fact... you can make a lot of money.
Dr. Herbert West:
The feet of a young ballet dancer, who ended her life when she lost her ambition. These legs... walked the streets. You remember the hooker who was killed in ER by her pimp last week? Think of all the bodies these legs have wrapped around. What was the value of her life, to end up being picked apart by the likes of Dr. Graves and his bumbling students? And here, the womb of the virgin, struck down before tasting the pleasures of life, you remember? Her skin, so soft, so warm, but so cold in death. The arms of the waitress. The lawyers hand - case dismissed. Look at this delicate piece, what do you think? A sculptress? A harpist? Would you believe, a murderess? But they're all equal now, nothing but cast off remnants of a meaningless existence.
Attention pussy shoppers! Take advantage of our penny pussy sale! If you buy one piece of pussy at the regular price, you get another piece of pussy of equal or lesser value for only a penny! Try and beat pussy for a penny! If you can find cheaper pussy anywhere else, fuck it!
He'll accept you as his student.
Caught him in a good mood, aye?
More like a sadistic one. Just seeing those steps again makes me ache. You're gonna have plenty of fun carrying buckets of water up and down that fucker.
Why did he accept me?
Because he's a very very very old man. And like all rotten bastards, when they get old, they become lonely. Not that that has any effect on their disposition. But they do learn the value of company.
When will I see you again?
That's the title of my favorite soul song of the Seventies.
Nothing. When he tells me you're done.
When do you think that might be?
That my dearest, all depends on you. Now remember, no backtalk, no sarcasm. Least not for the first year. You're going to have to let him warm up for you. He hates Caucasians, despises Americans, and has nothing but contempt for women, so in your case, that may take a little while. Adios.
[making speech and as he does, the mouse is within the podium. Ernie tries to crush it with the gavel, and yells out words as he hits the gavel] When Quincy Thorpe of the Historical society told us the value of this house, you, uh, could have KNOCKED us over with a feather! We, uh, we didn't know what HIT US! The house was in terrible disrepair, but it wa snothing that a few NAILS... and some old fashioned elbow grease couldn't fix.
[narrating] The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it, for the first time, with a sense of hope. Because if a machine, a Terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.
120 calories and 48 calories from fat. What percent is that?
Uh, 48 into 120?
I'm only eating foods with less than 30 percent calories from fat.
It's 40 percent. Well 48 over 120 equals X over 100 and then you cross multiply and get the value of X.
Whatever, I'm getting cheese fries.
Do you think Samir believes it's God's will for him to kill others?
You carry a gun yourself.
Now you didn't answer my question.
My son has seen enough death to understand the value of life.
Sir Thomas Boleyn:
The king has secured for you a position in the queen's household
But I don't want to go to court, nor does my husband
The king has also offered me a position, as a gentleman of the Privy Council
Sir Thomas Boleyn:
You hear that Mary? Privy Council, tending upon his Majesty himself
What about our future in the country?
The Duke of Norfolk:
Oh, you must put that out of your mind. From now on your future is at court.
William please, don't you understand what this means? They'll seperate us, put me in different accommadation where the king can always find me
The Duke of Norfolk:
Happily your husband understands the value of such an oppurtunity, for us all
'Standardized Urkel Elementary Math Exam'. It helps to determine how much help you need. Okay, first question. What do you get when you multiply a negative by a negative?
A really... big negative?
Uh-oh. Second question. Three times X equals six. What is the value of X?
[chuckling] I know this one! It's either a number or a letter! Ha ha!
Whoa. This has never happened before.
I did good, huh?
You didn't even make it onto the chart!
Must keep you very busy. You must value your free time.
You know- going out, recreation.
I - uh, not of late, no.
Yeah. Lately I've been a little, preoccupied.
[smiling] Oh, I see. Other interests.
My fiance's death.
What answer do you seek?
I need to know what the Wachatis possess that is of great value to civilized man.
The medallion will lead you to the answer. You do still have the medallion, don't you?
Medallion? Why surely! I left it back, er, with my body.
Your aura is weakening...
OKAY! I threw it in the cave! What do you want from me? What are you, Mr. Perfect? You wanna know where it is? It's probably lying in a big pile of [coming to a realization, his spirit is transported back to his body]
Guano! They have Guano!
Rodney Skinner (the Invisible Man):
Hello, Dorian. The great white hunter's bagged his prize. [they hear and see men being thrashed]
Or the prize bagged him. [Quatermain is corraling Mr. Hyde]
Stay back, if you value your lives.
[voiceover, continuing the phone recording with which the movie opens] And there was value in the thing, clearly, that they were certain of. But what is the application? In a matter of hours, they had given it into everything from mass transit to satellite launching, imagining devices the size of jumbo jets. Everything would be cheaper. It was practical, and they knew it. But above all that, beyond the positives, they knew that the easiest way to be exploited is to sell something they did not yet understand. So they kept quiet.