Detective James Carter:
Sister we appreciate you doing this!
Sister Agnes:
My pleasure!
Chief Inspector Lee:
Sister Agnes please ask who sent him? [asks in french]
French Assassin:
[speaks french]
Sister Agnes:
He says your both making a big mistake,that one day youll beg for mercy, he also said...
Chief Inspector Lee:
What? Oh please sister we have to know.
Detective James Carter:
There's lives at stake.
Sister Agnes:
Well he used the N word
Detective James Carter:
What? The N word you tell this little mother...
Chief Inspector Lee:
Carter, shes a nun.
Detective James Carter:
Sister you tell this piece of S word, that I will personally F word him up.
French Assassin, Sister Agnes:
[speaks french to assassin] [speaks french to sister Agnes]
Detective James Carter:
Did he say negro?
Sister Agnes:
He used the N word, but this time he mentioned your grandmother.
Detective James Carter:
You tell him that his mama's an H.
Chief Inspector Lee:
Carter I believe whore is spelled with an W.
Detective James Carter:
Right W, and his sister's a W and his grandmama is a two bit W who makes double cause she got no teeth you tell him I said that.
French Assassin, Sister Agnes:
[speaks french to assassin] [speaks french to Sister Agnes]
Chief Inspector Lee:
Did he say it again?
Sister Agnes:
No, this time he called this gentleman a word that means cat and another word that rhymes with maggot.
Chief Inspector Lee:
What? Well you can tell him hes a A.W.
Detective James Carter:
Ugh, Lee hole is spelled with an H.
Sister Agnes:
I have a dictionary upstairs.
Chief Inspector Lee:
Just call him an asshole!
Sister Agnes:
[assassin speaks french] He says you been both marked for death like Han and the girl.
Blind Seer:
You seek a great fortune, you three who are now in chains. You will find a fortune, though it will not be the one you seek. But first... first you must travel a long and difficult road, a road fraught with peril. Mm-hmm. You shall see thangs, wonderful to tell. You shall see a... a cow... on the roof of a cotton house, ha. And, oh, so many startlements. I cannot tell you how long this road shall be, but fear not the obstacles in your path, for fate has vouchsafed your reward. Though the road may wind, yea, your hearts grow weary, still shall ye follow them, even unto your salvation.
President Marjorie Bota:
Andrew Martin
Andrew Martin:
I've always tried to make sense of things. There must be some reason I am as I am. As you can see, Madame Chairman, I am no longer immortal.
President Marjorie Bota:
You have arranged to die?
Andrew Martin:
In a sense I have. I am growing old, my body is deteriorating, and like all of you, will eventually cease to function. As a robot, I could have lived forever. But I tell you all today, I would rather die a man, than live for all eternity a machine.
President Marjorie Bota:
Why do you want this?
Andrew Martin:
To be acknowledged for who and what I am, no more, no less. Not for acclaim, not for approval, but, the simple truth of that recognition. This has been the elemental drive of my existence, and it must be achieved, if I am to live or die with dignity.
President Marjorie Bota:
Mister Martin, what you are asking for is extremely complex and controversial. It will not be an easy decision. I must ask for your patience while I take the necessary time to make a determination of this extremely delicate matter.
Andrew Martin:
And I await your decision, Madame Chairman, thank-you for your patience. [turns to Portia and whispers]
Andrew Martin:
I tried.
Senior Ed Bloom:
I don't know if you're aware of this, Josephine, but African parrots, in their native home of the Congo, they speak only French.
Josephine:
Really?
Senior Ed Bloom:
You're lucky to get four words out of them in English, but if you were to walk through the jungle, you'd hear them speaking the most elaborate French. Those parrots talk about everything. Politics, movies, fashion. Everything but religion.
Will Bloom:
Why not religion, Dad?
Senior Ed Bloom:
It's rude to talk about religion. You never know who you're gonna offend.
Will Bloom:
Josephine actually went to the Congo last year.
Senior Ed Bloom:
Oh, so you know.
Dr. Quentin Morris:
[giving lecture] As pathologists, you will learn the nature of disease and it's causes, it's processes, development, and consequences. But far far more than that. I like to think of the pathologist as offering a window to god, if you will. Now, it may be said that pathology is the study of all things human, save the soul of course. But it is in that particular branch of pathology known as forensics, that we will delve into what it means to be inhuman. You will see the perversion, the corruption of the flesh by all means unnatural. And then we will work backwards, always back to that original pristine design, to determine the affecting cause of death.
Conrad 'Connie' Brean:
Would you go to war to do that?
CIA Agent Mr. Young:
I have.
Conrad 'Connie' Brean:
Well, I have, too. Would you do it again...? Isn't that why you're here? I guess so. And if you go to war again, who is it going to be against? Your "ability to fight a Two-ocean War" against who? Sweden and Togo? Who you sitting here to Go To War Against? That time has passed. It's passed. It's over. The war of the future is nuclear terrorism. It is and it will be against a small group of dissidents who, unbeknownst, perhaps, to their own governments, have blah blah blah. And to go to that war, you've got to be prepared. You have to be alert, and the public has to be alert. Cause that is the war of the future, and if you're not gearing up, to fight that war, eventually the axe will fall. And you're gonna be out in the street. And you can call this a "drill," or you can call it "job security," or you can call it anything you like. But I got one for you: you said, "Go to war to protect your Way of Life," well, Chuck, this is your way of life. Isn't it? And if there ain't no war, then you, my friend, can go home and prematurely take up golf. Because there ain't no war but ours.
Frank:
Kathy? K, is that you?
Kathy:
[on the phone with her brother Frank, She is very upset] Yeah.
Frank:
Mom said you sounded strange on the phone. What's going on?
Kathy:
I need help. I really need some help.
Frank:
What's wrong?
Kathy:
Do you think you could just come out here? Please?
Frank:
K, I'm sorry. I just got a real shit storm here. We just got the new models in, there's inventory... [to co-worker]
Frank:
I'll be right there. Just give me a second here.
Kathy:
I just feel lost, Frankie. You know? I just, um... I just feel lost.
Frank:
Look, Ma and the aunts will be out there on the 18th. They can help you, bring you back, straighten you out. Okay? I'm sorry, K, but I gotta go. Okay?
Kathy:
Okay... Yeah.
Frank:
All right. Chin up, baby sister. I'll call you later.
Kathy:
Okay. Hey, don't tell Mom, all right? [clicks, dial tone]
Kathy:
...Okay, bye. [Crying and whimpering in frustration over her inability to explain to her brother why she needs help]
Kathy:
FUCK!
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.
Travis:
Wyatt, could you maybe talk to Marco about him always doing my face? You remember in the "What?" video I established the [makes face]
Travis:
face? Well ever since then, every time you see Marco, he's doing the [makes face]
Travis:
face and it's MINE. You look at him on TRL: "Hi Carson! [makes face]
Travis:
" You look at him on the Kids' Choice Awards: "This is ours? Thanks! [makes face]
Travis:
" And then right here on the cover of Seventeen Magazine: "Hi little girl, beauty secrets? [makes face]
Travis:
" It's my face... it's MY face!
Marco:
Uh, hey Travis, am I uh, [makes face]
Marco:
doin' your face, 'cause [makes face]
Marco:
god forbid I [makes face]
Marco:
do your face 'cause it's [makes face]
Marco:
such a good face! [Travis jumps Marco]
Wyatt:
[Breaks them apart] Eye contact. Hand. [slaps Marco's hand]
Wyatt:
Eye contact. Hand. [slaps Travis' hand]
Wyatt:
Now, when we land, I will talk to the choreographer, and she will get you a new face.
Marco:
Awh, too bad his mama couldn't give him a good face!
Rasputin:
Bartok, get me a comb, find some cologne. I want to look my best!
Bartok:
That might take some work, sir.
Rasputin:
We're going to a party!
Bartok:
A party? Ooh, I could teach you the latest dance step. It starts with, like, a "whoa." And then you get really crazy with the hips, sir. It's fun!
Rasputin:
We'll let the Grand Duchess Anastasia have her moment.
Bartok:
[dancing] Aah, who cares?
Rasputin:
And then we'll kill her!
Bartok:
Right. Kill... kill her? Sir, what happened to the party idea?
Rasputin:
That's where I will kill her. [laughs and tears up newspaper]
Rasputin:
Crush her at the height of her glory.
Bartok:
And we're back to the crushing. Sir, I'm begging you, please, please forget the girl and get a life!
Rasputin:
Oh, I'll get a life, Bartok. Hers!
