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.
John Holt:
Caleb, if I had to ask you why you're so frustrated with Catherine, what would you say?
Caleb Holt:
She's stubborn. She makes everything difficult for me. She's ungrateful. She's constantly griping about something.
John Holt:
Has she thanked you for anything you've done in the last 20 days?
Caleb Holt:
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:
[John Holt strokes the wooden cross, and turns to Caleb] That's a good question.
Caleb Holt:
Dad, that is not what I'm doing.
John Holt:
Is it?
Caleb Holt:
No. Dad, that is not what this is about.
John Holt:
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?
Caleb Holt:
Yes.
John Holt:
Will you trust Him with your life? [Caleb nods; yes]
Clyde Shelton:
[in court, laughing and clapping after judge grant bail, after his charade] Thank you.
Judge Laura Burch:
Excuse me?
Clyde Shelton:
No, I don't think I will excuse you. You see, this is what I'm talking about. You were about to let me go. Are you kidding me? This is why we're here in the first place. You think I don't remember who you are, lady?
Judge Laura Burch:
I would tread carefully, Mr. Shelton.
Clyde Shelton:
Well, how carefully should I tread? Because apparently I just killed two people, and you were about to let me walk right out that door! How MISGUIDED are you? I feed you a couple of bullshit legal precedents, and there you go - you jump on it like a bitch in heat. Folks, you all hang out...
Judge Laura Burch:
[nervously starts pounding with gavel on a sounding block] I'm warning you, Mr. Shelton!
Clyde Shelton:
...in the same little club...
Judge Laura Burch:
You will be held in contempt!
Clyde Shelton:
...and every day you let madmen and murderers back on the street. You're too busy treating the law...
Judge Laura Burch:
[keeps pounding] One more time!
Clyde Shelton:
...like it's a fucking assembly line!
Judge Laura Burch:
One more time.
Clyde Shelton:
Do you have any idea what justice is?
Judge Laura Burch:
You are now...
Clyde Shelton:
Whatever happened to right and wrong?
Judge Laura Burch:
...in contempt of court.
Clyde Shelton:
Whatever happened to right and wrong?
Judge Laura Burch:
Remove this man.
Clyde Shelton:
Whatever happened to the people?
Judge Laura Burch:
Bail denied!
Clyde Shelton:
Whatever happened to justice?
Judge Laura Burch:
Bail denied!
Clyde Shelton:
And I bet you take it up the fucking ass, bitch.
Judge Laura Burch:
Bailiff!
Clyde Shelton:
[to Nick Rice, as he's being dragged away in cuffs by policemen] Hey, see you later, Nick.
John Bul Dau:
It was as if the last day, as people say in the Bible, that there will be a last day, that Jesus Christ will come, and whatever on Earth will be judged. That was my imagination. I though that God felt tired of people on earth here, felt tired of the bad deeds, the bad thing that we are doing, yet God is watching on us. I thought God got tired of us and he want to finish us. When I think of it back... it was so bad anyway. You can even think of - you can even regret why you were born. Why you were born. Now I wonder, I'm now again wearing clothes, feeling very happy, and so anyway, everything has an end. Has an end. Even if there's problem in Sudan still maybe one time, one day, one minute it will come to an end.
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.
Reinaldo Arenas:
Walking along streets that collapse from crumbling sewers. Past buildings that you jump to avoid because they will fall on you. Past grim faces that size you up and sentence you. Past closed shops, closed markets, closed cinemas, closed parks, closed cafes. Sometimes showing dusty signs, justifcations: "CLOSED FOR RENOVATION," "CLOSED FOR REPAIRS." What kind of repairs? When will these so-called renovations be finished? When at last will they begin? Closed... closed... closed... everything closed. I arrive, open the countless padlocks and run up the temporary stairs. There she is, waiting for me. I pull off the cover, and stare at her dusty, cold shape I clean of fthe dust and caress her. With my hand, delicately, I wipe clean her back, her base and her sides. Infront of her, I feel desperate and happy. I run my fingers over her keyboard and suddenly it all starts up. With a tinkling sound the music begins, little by little, then faster; now full speed. Walls, trees, streets, cathedrals, faces and beaches. Cells, mini- cells, huge cells. Starry nights, bare feet, pines, clouds. Hundreds, thousands, millions of parrots. A stool, a climbing plant, they all answer my call, all come to me. The walls recede, the roof vanishes, and you float quite naturally. You float uprooted, dragged off, lfited high. Transported, immortalized, saved. Thanks to that subtle, continuous rhythm, that music, that incessant tap-tap.
Paula Burns:
Onto new business. Mr. Radcliff is checking out of seven oh nine. Mr. Greenwald is checking in. He's back on the wagon, so let's clear out the minibar. Kanga CFO, Mr. Fukimoro is checking into eight fourteen. Stock Evian, shampoo the rugs and extra slippers for his guests. Marisa heads up on the Madison Suite.
Marisa:
Housekeeping.
Paula Burns:
Mrs. Sage is arriving with the children, preferably after Mr. Sage's girlfriend departs.
Mr. Sage's Girlfriend:
You son of a bitch!
Paula Burns:
Let's make sure it's a smooth transition. The Guedj sisters are back. Let's track them on surveillance, but do keep an eye on all bathrobes, cutlery and light fixtures. Sotheby's director, Caroline Lane has switched from the Four Seasons. She requested a park view and favors purple orchids and lavender scenes. Assemblyman Chris Marshall arrives today. He's gearing up his campaign, so his suite will be doubling as a conference centre, with the liquor and coffee bars turning over every four hours. And he's bringing his large dog, so we'll need proper accouterments. And finally, Mr. Newman is back in the Sherman Suite. Careful, ladies, he's a Full Monty.
Full Monty:
Oh... I had no idea anyone was here.
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
Don't worry about it, Mr. Monty. It's no big deal. And I do mean...
Marisa, Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
...No big deal.
Will Grimm:
Ignore him. He wishes his whole life was something out of a book. And now he thinks he's in love.
Jacob Grimm:
Shut up, Will!
Will Grimm:
Angelika, do what your father wanted: leave the village now.
Angelika:
No, Will. I'm gonna find my sisters.
Jacob Grimm:
Will doesn't care about them. Will doesn't care about anything but himself!
Will Grimm:
This isn't a fairy tale. They are not coming back!
Jacob Grimm:
This is not your world, Will! [to Angelika]
Jacob Grimm:
Angelika, you know, don't you? The story, it's happening to us now. We're living it. It's-it's alive, it's real, it's breathing. And we can give it a happy ending.
Angelika:
Jake...
Jacob Grimm:
Angelika, we'll find your sisters. All right? We'll bring them back.
Will Grimm:
[getting angry] Bring back her sisters? [kicks Jacob]
Will Grimm:
Bring them back? Bring them back with what? Magic beans?
Jacob Grimm:
Why do you say that?
Will Grimm:
Magic beans don't work! They don't bring people back to life! They did not then and they will not now! You go wait by the horses! Jacob, wait by the horses!
Samantha:
All right. Jerry, I want you to acknowledge that my needs means nothing to you and you're a selfish prick and a liar.
Jerry:
Oh, my God!
Samantha:
Jerry, acknowledge.
Jerry:
I... Ok. I will acknowledge that I promised to go to Vegas with you. But now we're just slightly delayed. If you want to construe my wanting to stay alive as being selfish, well, then okay. But I have every intention of going with you because your needs are very important to me, sweetheart. Come on. Look at my all my stuff here, all over the pavement. Come on, baby? Huh? What do you say? Ok?
Samantha:
I'm going with or without you, Jerry. What's it gonna be? A bastard!
Jerry:
A bastard. What happened to, uh, "sweetheart" and "big love" and all those things you called me in the bedroom last night?
Samantha:
The only thing I'm interested in calling you, Jerry, is a cab!
Harper Stewart:
Hey, is your pops still trying to groom you for the hotel management business?
Quentin:
Yeah, for the last 20 years? I'm just not trying to hear all that stuff, you know? Dealing with complaining-a guests, unions, and payrolls, and all that...
Harper Stewart:
Yeah, too much like a real job, huh?
Quentin:
You know what, nigga? Fuck you. You're my judge, right? That's your job. You judge me.
Harper Stewart:
No, I'm just playing, man...
Quentin:
No, nigga, you... it's just amazing how you've always analyzed everybody else's shit and then you don't do the same thing for your own self.
Harper Stewart:
Will you chill?
Quentin:
No, because you've done dirt too, motherfucker, and you're doing more dirt! That's right. You're fucking Jordan tonight, remember? Jordan. See, you ain't any better than the rest of us, got it? Your shit just ain't caught you yet.
