Apply on: CRC: 0xDA8AC7EE File: quotes.list Date: Thu Feb 10 00:00:00 2000 1c1 CRC: 0x4258F782 File: quotes.list Date: Thu Feb 24 00:00:00 2000 3c3 This is the Quotes List v1286 [Sun Feb 20 19:02:43 PST 2000] 158c158 Coach: Today we're going to talk about the body. 903a904,912 Allen Francis Doyle: She has a certain... charm to her. Angel: You think she's a hottie. Allen Francis Doyle: Oh yeah, she's a stiffener, I can't lie about that. Allen Francis Doyle: [reading a cue-card] Our rats are low... Cordelia Chase: RATES! Allen Francis Doyle: It says rats. 1443a1453,1457 Blackarachnia: Oh no! You're not rescuing me again? AFTER I SHOT YOU? Silverbolt: It is my duty as a Maximal and a heroic character. Blackarachnia: You know I like 'em big and stupid but you're really pushing it! 3462a3477,3478 Mack: When you hear yourself talk, does it make sense to YOU? 3467a3484,3486 Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that quacks in the night... I am Darkwing Duck! 8742a8762,8777 Xev: I want to do it. Kai: Do what? Xev: It. I want to do it with you. Kai: I suspect you mean sex. Xev: Exactly. Kai: My sex organ has not functioned for over two thousand years. Xev: My sex organ has NEVER functioned, so we both have a lot of catching up to do! Kai: Xev, you are clearly desirable and beautiful, but to me, sex is just an intellectual concept. Xev: I don't care if you're dead! I don't care if you can only appreciate this in your mind! I have a hyper-active libido and I need it NOW! I can't do this alone... Kai: I can't do it at all! Xev: I hate you... I HATE YOU! 9905c9940 David: Who is the one person out there, who is spreading happiness 9944a9980,9984 [Reading a ransom note.] Maddie Hayes: "Exactly"'s all in capital letters. What do you think that means? David Addison: I think it means exactly what it says. 10416a10457,10476 Varney: Are you bribing me? Mr. Vandemaar: No. We're intimidating you. And if you don't do what Mr. Croup says, we're hurting you very badly before we're killing you. Richard Oliver Mayhew: Is there anything to be scared of? Hunter: Only the night on the bridge. Richard Oliver Mayhew: The kind in armor? Hunter: The kind that comes when the day is over. Mr. Croup: Don't think of us as cutthroats and murderers, Miss, think of us as an escort service. Mr. Vandemaar: Except without the bosoms. The Marquis De Carabas: Her family had remarkable recuperative powers. It's a wonder anyone managed to kill them at all, isn't it? The Marquis De Carabas: When angels go bad, they go worse than anyone. Remember, Lucifer was an angel. 10698a10759,10771 [Bill is frustrated that he has no ideas for his new book] Bill McNeal: Did you know that when Dan Rather was 19 he was a photographer for the Associated Press? David "Dave" Nelson: Well, what were you doing at 19? Bill McNeal: Drinking. David "Dave" Nelson: Well, how about how hard it was to break into industry? You know, all the struggles... Bill McNeal: My aunt owned a radio station. She hired me to get me to stop drinking. Bill McNeal: The problem as I see it is that I have no personality of my own. 10798a10872,10909 Michael Wiseman: Yep. Nothin' says lovin' like plant life from the oven. Lisa Schleigelmilch Wiseman: I -- I don't know anything about him. Heather Wiseman: He lives on 63rd and Madison. He works for the government. He looks like he was made by Mattel. What else do you need to know? Dr. Theodore Morris: Oh, yes. If you sass my Grandma Pearl tomorrow I will personally open up the stitches in the back of your skull and pull whatever's left of your personality out. Do you understand me? Michael Wiseman: I'll make you proud, Doc. Dr. Theodore Morris: You'd better. Michael Wiseman: What are you trying to say? Dr. Theodore Morris: No turkey, no stuffing, no pie. No nooky. Happy Thanksgiving. Heather Wiseman: Hey, you guys are in the government, right? Aren't you, like, packing? 'Cause if you are, now would be a good time to pull out your heaters and throw down. Dr. Theodore Morris: We are I.R.S. agents. We do not pack. Lisa Schleigelmilch Wiseman: Well, do something. For goodness sake. Threaten them with an audit. Michael Wiseman: Well... in the nine months since you gave me the big makeover it's not like I've been around a lot of women. For that matter, in the 45 years before that it's not like I'd been around a lot of women. Dr. Theodore Morris: Mr. Wiseman, she's just here to teach you. Nothing more. Michael Wiseman: I... I just... I have this instinct. It's the way she looks at me -- this thing that's supposed to be me. No one's ever looked at me like that -- not even when I was 26. I guess I'm just afraid that something might happen. Dr. Theodore Morris: Hmm. There's a word for that fear. It's called narcissism. 12355a12467,12472 [About a business deal] Kevin Black: I think we should just take that right to bed, see how it creases the sheets. Ranger Gord: I'm Ranger Gord... what year is it? 13728a13846,13861 Bartholomew 'Bart' Jo-Jo Simpson: I think sharing is overrated too. And helping others. And what's all this crap I've been hearing about tolerance? Homer Jay Simpson: Your ideas are intriguing and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter. But I think I'll go on the retreat anyway. Moe Szyslak: They think they're so high and mighty, just because they never got caught driving without pants. [Homer dials the Flanders', who have taken his kids into foster care] Voice on Phone: The number you have dialed can no longer be reached on this phone. You negligent monster. [Looking at Uruguay on a map] Homer Jay Simpson: Hehe! Look at this country! "You are gay." 14842a14976,14993 # "Superman" (1996) Lois Lane: I'm confused, Kent. See, I've lived in Metropolis most of my life and I can't figure out how some yokel from Smallville is suddenly getting every hot story in town. Clark Kent: Well, Lois, the truth is I'm actually Superman in disguise, and I only pretend to be a journalist in order to hear about disasters as they happen and then squeeze you out of the byline. Lois Lane: You're a sick man, Kent. Lobo: The name's Lobo. That's L as in "lacerate," O as in "obliterate," B as in "disem-bowel," and O as in, uh... well, I guess I can use "obliterate" twice. Huh, what do you think? Superman: I think you're a certifiable madman. Lobo: Thanks. 15940a16092,16176 Venus Flytrap: This is WKRP in Cincinnati, with more music and Les Nessman. Johnny Fever: I used the word "booger" on the air. I was making about a hundred grand a year down there. Then one day I said "booger," a bunch of bozos called the station, and the next thing I know I'm in Amarillo hosting a garden show. Dr. Johnny Fever: All right, Cincinnati, it is time for this town to get down! You've got Johnny, Dr. Johnny Fever, and I am burnin' up in here. Whoa! We all in critical condition, babies, but you can tell me where it hurts, 'cause I got the healing prescription here from the big KRP musical medicine cabinet. Now, I am talking about your 50,000 watts intensive care unit, babies! So just sit right back now! Relax! Open your ears real wide and say, "Give it to me straight, Doctor, I can take it!" Oh, I almost forgot, fellow babies... BOOGER! Bailey Quarters: Pretend you're talking to just one person. A friend. Me. Dr. Johnny Fever: [Talks into the microphone while looking at Bailey] Hello, Cincinnati. This is your doctor speaking... I'd sure like to take you home and kiss you all over in the dark. Andy Travis: Les, I want you to stop these editorials. You do not represent the opinions of this station, and in my humble opinion, you do not represent the opinions of anyone I have ever met. Arthur Carlson: My son wants to join the American Nazi party. I mean, I'm conservative, but that's just nuts. He wants a semi-automatic weapon for his birthday. Keeps talking about taking Ohio first. Venus Flytrap: [drunk] I want a hat. I need a hat. Cop's got a hat, I need a hat too. Les Nessman: In Philadelphia, thousands frightened. More right after this. Mr. Coe: We're a determined fringe element that cannot be counted upon to do the sensible thing. Dr. Johnny Fever: Remember, Red Wigglers, the Cadillac of worms. Available in fine worm shops everywhere. Dr. Johnny Fever: I don't know what you want here, but I think you should know that I have killed a lot of old people in my time, and I'm not above doing it again. Les Nessman: In the top story of the day, General Wallace Nasami, head of the emerging nation of Nibia, denied his new government was a dictatorship and promised free elections as soon as each citizen of the small country learned to play a musical instrument. Dr. Johnny Fever: For those of you who just tuned in, the Pinedale Shopping Mall has just been bombed with live turkeys. Film at eleven. Bailey Quarters: Herb, continuity is so important. Thank you for always being a jerk. Mr. Furgood: This earth of ours is no garden of Eden. It's more like a dark foreboding place where virtue is often ripped apart by incessant greed. Dr. Johnny Fever: Look, I'm going to be going along. I feel a group hug building here. Dr. Johnny Fever: What are your theories of child rearing? Arthur Carlson: Oh, pray for the best and insure everything. Les Nessman: Look out! Herb Tarlek is selling life insurance, and he's headed this way! Les Nessman: I've been looking through these equal-opportunity laws, and you've really got a leg up, my friend. Being a Negro is where it's at. Venus Flytrap: Thanks, Les, but it hasn't always been so easy. Les Nessman: Slavery, right? Venus Flytrap: I know we were bad boys and we're going to hell for what we did, but we can't go to no prison. I mean, I can deal with going to hell, but I can't deal with going to prison. Les Nessman: Johnny: Hogs. Communists. Think about it. 16651a16888,16891 The Son: Don't you want to live forever? Special Agent Fox William Mulder: Not if drawstring pants come back in style. 17203a17444,17450 Buliwyf: Can you draw sounds? Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Yes. Buliwyf: Draw. [Ahmad draws a word on the sand in Arabic] Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: There is only one God, Allah, and his messenger Mohammed. 19770a20018,20121 Kane: Oh, I feel dead. Parker: Anybody ever tell you you look dead? Parker: Before we dock, I think we ought to discuss the bonus situation. Brett and I, we think we ought to, we deserve full shares. Right? Brett: You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a, an equitable level. Dallas: Well, you get what you contracted for like everybody else. Brett: Yes, but everybody else gets more than us. Parker: If they found what they're lookin' for out there, does that mean we get full shares? Ripley: Don't worry, Parker, yeah. You'll get whatever's comin' to you. Brett: Look, I'm not gonna do any more work until we get this straightened out. [Brett turns on a steam vent, making a loud noise obscuring Ripley's words.] Ripley: Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share. Parker: What? Ripley: Why don't you just fuck off? Parker: What? Brett: Whaddya say Rip? Ripley: If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge. Ripley: Ash, that transmission -- Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S. Ash: Well, what is it, then? Ripley: Well, I, it looks like a warning. I'm going to go out after them. Ash: What's the point? I mean... by the time it takes to get there, you'll, they'll know if it's a warning or not, yes? Dallas: Something has attached itself to him. We have to get him to the infirmary right away. Ripley: What kind of thing? I need a clear definition. Dallas: An organism. Open the hatch! Ripley: Wait a minute. If we let it in, the ship could be infected. You know the quarantine procedure. Twenty-four hours for decontamination. Dallas: He could die in twenty-four hours. Open the hatch! Ripley: Listen to me, if we break quarantine, we could all die. Lambert: Could you open the god-damned hatch? We have to get him inside. Ripley: No! I can't do that and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. Dallas: Ripley, this is an order. Open that hatch right now, do you hear me? Ripley: Yes. Dallas: Ripley! This is an order! Do you hear me? Ripley: Yes. I read you. The answer is negative. Ripley: That's amazing. What is it? Ash: Oh yes it is. I don't know yet. Did you want something? Ripley: Yes, I, uh. Have a little talk. How's, uh, how's Kane? Ash: Just holding, no changes. Ripley: And, uh, our guest? Ash: ...Well, as I said, I'm still collating it, actually, but uh, I have confirmed that he's got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides. He has a funny habit of shedding his cells and replacing them with polarized silicon which gives him a prolonged resistance to adverse environmental conditions. Is that enough? Ripley: That's funny. What does it mean? Ash: ...Well, it's an interesting combination of elements making him a tough little son-of-a-bitch. Ripley: And you let him in... Ash: I was obeying a direct order. Remember? Ripley: Ash! When Dallas and Kane are off the ship, I'm Senior Officer. Ash: Oh yes, I forgot. Ripley: You also forgot the Science Division's basic quarantine law. Ash: No, that I didn't forget. Ripley: Oh I see, you just broke it! Ash: Look! What would you have done with Kane, hmm? You know his only chance of survival was to get him in here. Ripley: Unfortunately, by breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life. Ash: Maybe I should have left him outside. Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk I was willing to take. Ripley: That's a pretty big risk for a Science Officer. It's, uh, not exactly out of the manual, is it? Ash: I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you, you know. You do your job and let me do mine, yes? Ripley: Come on, Ash, I mean, the Science Department should be able to help us. What can we do to drive it? Ash: Yes, well, it has adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere considering its nutritional requirements. The only thing we don't know about is temperature. Ripley: OK, what about temperature? What happens if we change it? Ash: Let's try it. Most animals retreat from fire, yes? Dallas: Fire, yeah. Ripley: Ash?! Any suggestions from you or Mother? Ash: No, we're still collating. Ripley: [laughing in disbelief] You what? You're still collating? I find that hard to believe. Ash: What would you like me to do? Ripley: Just what you've been doing, Ash, nothing! [Ripley has tried to disengage the self-destruct.] Ripley: Mother! Turn the cooling unit back on! Mother! ...You bitch! 21921,21923d22271 21927a22276,22416 Alvy Singer: Love is too weak a word for what I feel -- I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes I have to invent, of course I -- I do, don't you think I do? [Annie wants to smoke marijuana before sex.] Alvy Singer: Yeah, grass, right? The illusion that it will make a white woman more like Billie Holiday. Annie Hall: Well, have you ever made love high? Alvy Singer: Me? No. I -- I, you know, If I have grass or alcohol or anything, I get unbearably wonderful. I get too, too wonderful for words. I don't know why you have to get high every time we make love. Annie Hall: It relaxes me. Alvy Singer: You have to be artificially relaxed before we can go to bed? Annie Hall: Well, what's the difference anyway? Alvy Singer: Well, I'll give you a shot of sodium pentathol. You can sleep through it. Annie Singer: Oh come on. Look who's talking. You've been seeing a psychiatrist for 15 years. You should smoke some of this. You'd be off the couch in no time. [Alvy's having sex with Annie.] Alvy Singer: Hey, is something wrong? Annie Hall: No, why? Alvy Singer: I don't know. It's like you're removed. [A ghost of Annie rises from herself, and sits in a chair to watch.] Annie Hall: No, I'm fine. Alvy Singer: Are you with me? Annie Hall: Uh, huh. Alvy Singer: I don't know. You seem sort of distant. Annie Hall: Let's just do it, all right? Alvy Singer: Is it my imagination, or are you just going through the motions? Annie's Ghost: Alvy, do you remember where I put my drawing pad? Because while you two are doing that, I think I'm going to do some drawing. Alvy Singer: You see, that's what I call removed! [Alvy Singer does a stand-up comic act for a college audience.] Alvy Singer: I was thrown out of N.Y.U. my freshman year for cheating on my metaphysics final, you know. I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me. When I was thrown out, my mother, who was an emotionally high-strung woman, locked herself in the bathroom and took an overdose of Mah-Jongg tiles. I was depressed at that time. I was in analysis. I was suicidal as a matter of fact and would have killed myself, but I was in analysis with a strict Freudian, and, if you kill yourself, they make you pay for the sessions you miss. [Alvy confronts Annie about having an affair.] Alvy Singer: Well, I didn't start out spying. I thought I'd surprise you. Pick you up after school. Annie Hall: Yeah, but you wanted to keep the relationship flexible. Remember, it's your phrase. Alvy Singer: Oh stop it, you're having an affair with your college professor, that jerk that teaches that incredible crap course, Contemporary Crisis in Western Man... Annie Hall: Existential Motifs in Russian Literature. You're really close. Alvy Singer: What's the difference? It's all mental masturbation. Annie Hall: Oh, well, now we're finally getting to a subject you know something about. Alvy Singer: Hey, don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I love. Annie Hall: We're not having an affair. He's married. He just happens to think I'm neat. Alvy Singer: "Neat." What are you, 12 years old? That's one of your Chippewa Falls expressions. Annie Hall: Who cares? Who cares? Alvy Singer: Next thing you know, he'll find you keen and peachy, you know. Next thing you know, he's got his hand on your ass. Annie Hall: You've always had hostility towards David, ever since I mentioned him. Alvy Singer: Dav-- you call your teacher David? Annie Hall: It's his name. Alvy Singer: It's a Biblical name, right? What does he call you, Bathsheba? Annie Hall: So I told her about, about the family and about my feelings towards men and about my relationship with my brother. And then she mentioned penis envy. Do you know about that? Alvy Singer: Me? I'm, I'm one of the few males who suffers from that. [Alvy questions an older couple on the street about their sex life.] Alvy Singer: With your wife in bed, does she need some kind of artificial stimulation, like, like marijuana? Older Man: We use a large vibrating egg. Pam: Sex with you is really a Kafka-esque experience. Alvy Singer: Oh. Thank you. Pam: I mean that as a compliment. Alvy Singer: I think, I think there's too much burden placed on the orgasm, you know, to make up for empty areas in life. Pam: Who said that? Alvy Singer: It may have been Leopold and Loeb. [Alvy sees Rolling Stone and The National Review in Annie's apartment.] Alvy Singer: Are you going with a right-wing rock 'n roll star? Alvy Singer: Honey, there's a spider in your bathroom the size of a Buick. [Alvy has killed two spiders.] Alvy Singer: I did it. I killed 'em both. [Annie starts crying.] What's the matter? What are you sad about? What did you want me to do? Capture 'em and rehabilitate 'em? Alvy Singer: You know, I don't think I could take a mellow evening because I -- I don't respond well to mellow. You know what I mean? I have a tendency to -- if I get too mellow, I -- I ripen and then rot, you know. [Alvy is asked to try cocaine] Alvy Singer: I don't want to put a wad of white powder in my nose. There's the nasal membrane... Annie Hall: You never want to try anything new, Alvy. Alvy Singer: How can you say that? Whose idea was it? I said that you, I and that girl from your acting class should sleep together in a threesome. Annie Hall: Well, that's sick! Alvy Singer: Yeah, I know it's sick, but it's new. You didn't say it couldn't be sick. [In Southern California.] Annie Hall: It's so clean out here! Alvy Singer: That's because they don't throw their garbage away. They make it into television shows. Annie Hall: Alvy, you're incapable of enjoying life, you know that? I mean you're like New York City. You're just this person. You're like this island unto yourself. Alvy Singer: I can't enjoy anything unless everybody is. If one guy is starving someplace, that puts a crimp in my evening. [Max puts on a strange helmet.] Alvy Singer: Max, are we driving through plutonium? Max: Keeps out the alpha rays, Max. You don't get old. 23773a24263,24267 [massaging Felicity] Austin Powers: How does that feel, baby? Felicity Shagwell: Mmm, lower. Austin Powers: [deep voice] How does that feel, baby? 23797a24292,24297 # Auton 2: Sentinel (1998) (V) Guardian Angel: Anyhoo, it's getting late, and I've got your girlfriend to fuck. 28171a28672,28679 # Bigamist, The (1953) Harry Graham: I've been a salesman too long not to recognize sales resistance when I see it. Mr. Jordan: I can't figure out my feelings towards you, I despise you, and I pity you. I don't even want to shake your hand, and yet I almost wish you luck. 30264a30773,30778 # Body Count (1998) Pike: The toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you'll be kissing tomorrow. 31194a31709,31712 [The amount on a taxi meter is rising quickly] Roland T. Flakfizer: Aren't those numbers going by a little fast? Rocco Melonchek: You're probably just a speed reader. 31301a31820,31835 [Radio knocks Lampy off the bed.] Lampy: Holy Mother of Edison! What were you thinking? You could have broken my bulb! Lampy: Hey, come over here. I'm gonna-- The Radio: Why, do you dare to cross foils with the greatest Saxon swordsman in the land? Haven't you the slightest idea who you're dealing with? Lampy: Precisely -- a total idiot! The Radio: If you sabre wags as loosely as your Norman tongue, you'll be run through in an instant. Defend yourself, Sir Lampy of Locksley! [The Radio continually whacks Lampy with his antenna.] A blow for Richard! A blow for Marion! A blow for Mario, the garbageman! And for Carl and all the boys at the delicatessen! And here's one for the Buddhist in the North District! 33559a34094,34097 Cupcake: Now I know what you're thinking. "What could be stranger than a big fatass floatin' cupcake?" Heh. How about one that spits tobacco? 33561c34099 # Cabin in the Cotton (1932) 41426a41965,41967 Beatrice Venier: No biblical hell could ever be worse than this state of perpetual inconsequence. 46264a46806,46813 Rufus T. Firefly: Well, that covers a lot of ground. Say, you cover a lot of ground yourself. You better beat it -- I hear they're going to tear you down and put up an office building where you're standing. You can leave in a taxi. If you can't get a taxi, you can leave in a huff. If that's too soon, you can leave in a minute and a huff. You know, you haven't stopped talking since I came here? You must have been vaccinated with a phonograph needle. 49064a49614,49677 Dr. Klein: Pathological states can induce abnormal strength. Accelerated motor performance. Now, for example, say a 90 pound woman sees her child pinned under the wheel of a truck. Runs out and lifts the wheels a half a foot up off the ground -- you've heard the story -- same thing here. Same principle, I mean. Chris MacNeil: So what's wrong with her? Dr. Klein: We still think the temporal lobe. Chris MacNeil: Oh what are you talking about, for Chrissakes?! Did you see her or not? She's acting like she's fucking out of her mind, psychotic, like a... split personality or ... Dr. Klein: There haven't been more than a hundred authentic cases of so-called split personality, Mrs. MacNeil. Now I know the temptation is to leap to psychiatry. But any reasonable psychiatrist would exhaust the somatic possibilities first. Chris MacNeil: So, what's next? Dr. Klein: A pneumoencephalogram, I would think. Pin down that lesion. It will involve another spinal. Chris MacNeil: Oh, Christ! Dr. Klein: What we missed in the EEG and the arteriograms could conceivably turn up there. At least, it would eliminate certain other possibilities. Psychiatrist: Is there someone inside you? Regan MacNeil: Sometimes. Psychiatrist: Who is it? Regan MacNeil: I don't know. Psychiatrist: Is it Captain Howdy? Regan MacNeil: I don't know. Psychiatrist: If I ask him to tell me, will you let him answer? Regan MacNeil: No! Psychiatrist: Why not? Regan MacNeil: I'm afraid. Dr. Klein: There is one outside chance for a cure. I think of it as shock treatment -- as I said, it's a very outside chance... Have you ever heard of exorcism? Well, it's a stylized ritual in which the rabbi or the priest try to drive out the so-called invading spirit. It's been pretty much discarded these days except by the Catholics who keep it in the closet as a sort of an embarrassment, but uh, it has worked. In fact, although not for the reasons they think, of course. It's purely a force of suggestion. The victim's belief in possession is what helped cause it, so in that same way, a belief in the power of exorcism can make it disappear. Chris MacNeil: You're telling me that I should take my daughter to a witch doctor? Is that it? [Regan, possessed, is masturbating herself with a crucifix.] Regan MacNeil: Let Jesus fuck you, let Jesus fuck you! Let him fuck you! Chris MacNeil: I'm telling you that that... THING upstairs isn't my daughter. Now I want you to tell me that you know for a fact that there's nothing wrong with my daughter except in her mind. YOU TELL ME YOU KNOW FOR A FACT THAT AN EXORCISM WOULDN'T DO ANY GOOD! YOU TELL ME THAT! Father Damien Karras: I think it might be helpful if I gave you some background on the different personalities Regan has manifested. So far, I'd say there seem to be three. She's convinced... Father Merrin: There is only one. Father Damien Karras: Take me! Come into me! God damn you! Take me! Take me! 51202a51816,51817 Narrator: I am Jack's cold sweat. 60626a61242,61244 Heather Chandler: Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast or something? 63661a64280,64284 Phil: Hey, if my karma's to whack people when they do some fuckin' irrelevant thing... fuck it! Mickey: Absolutely right Phil, fuck destiny, fate, all metaphysical stuff. Fuck it! 72868a73492,73493 74255a74881,74886 [Approaching Ben Knox's beach shanty.] Mac MacIntyre: Where's the door here? Gordon Urquhart: There is no door. Just knock on the window. Mac MacIntyre: How do you do business with a man who has no door? Victor: The ethics are just the same. 74801a75433,75434 Nix: Are you ready for my wisdom? 76395,76415d77027 76702a77315,77335 # Malá morská víla (1975) Little Mermaid's elder sister: The other day I got caught in some fishermen's net. Of course, I had to drown them. I couldn't allow them to touch me, could I? Queen of the Sargasso Sea: Where we live, men have started building dikes. Every night my husband tears them down again. I don't even remember what it's like to have a good sleep. [pointing at the figurehead on a shipwreck, it depicts Poseidon] King of All Seas: They think we look like fish! [addressing the Little Mermaid] Captain: You look very pale. You shouldn't have sailed with us. That's not for women. If I told you what my divers have seen in the ocean, you would certainly be horrified. Giant snakes with two heads. And many octopusses that break a man's bones and suck out his blood! 79586a80220,80238 Joan of Arc: I am the drum on which God is beating out his message. Joan of Arc: How dare you stop me from doing God's will? Aulon: He didn't tell you to cut all your hair. Joan of Arc: How dare you tell me what God tells me to do? Aulon: Whatever, but since he's not going to come down and do it himself -- I mean -- at least let someone cut it properly! Joan of Arc: This morning God gave us a great victory, but it is nothing compared to what he is ready to give us now. I know you are all tired and hungry, but I swear to you that even if these English were hanging from the clouds by their fingertips we would pull them down before nightfall. Now let all those who love me... follow me! Follow me! Aulon: But how do you know that these voices aren't just really you? Joan of Arc: They are me. That's how God speaks to me. Even you could hear them if you listened hard enough. 85961a86614,86618 Aldys: There goes a lemming. Rob Geller: All you need is for one person to think you're cool, and you're in. 86522a87180,87183 Suzanne: Do you guys have sour balls? Convenience Store Clerk: Why sure we do. Suzanne: Too bad. I bet you don't get many blow jobs. 90321a90983,90989 General Broulard: Colonel Dax! You will apologize at once or I shall have you placed under arrest! Colonel Dax: I apologize... for not being entirely honest with you. I apologize for not revealing my true feelings. I apologize, sir, for not telling you sooner that you're a degenerate, sadistic old man. And you can go to hell before I apologize to you now or ever again! 90578a91247,91249 Pee-wee Herman: Is this something you can share with the rest of us, Amazing Larry?! 99763a100435,100441 Romy White: What the hell is your problem, Christy. Why the hell are you always such a nasty bitch? I mean, okay, so me and Michele invented some dumb lie, it was only because we wanted you to treat us like human beings. But you know what? We don't care if you like us, 'cause we don't like you. You're a bad person with an ugly heart, and we don't give a flying fuck what you think. 101615a102294,102303 Tony Montana: What are you lookin' at? You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers, and say "that's the bad guy." So, what'll that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth... even when I lie. So say goodnight to the bad guy. Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. 105038,105039c105726,105727 Delbert Grady: I feel you will have to deal with this matter in the harshest possible way, Mr. Torrance. 105043,105044c105731,105732 Jack Torrance: You WERE the caretaker here, Mr. Grady. Delbert Grady: No sir, YOU are the caretaker. You've always been the 105086a105775,105929 Danny Torrance: Do you really want to go and live in that hotel for the winter? Wendy Torrance: Sure I do. It'll be lots of fun. Danny Torrance: Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, there's hardly anybody to play with around here. Wendy Torrance: Yeah, I know. It always takes a little time to make new friends. Danny Torrance: Yeah, I guess so. Wendy Torrance: What about Tony? He's lookin' forward to the hotel, I bet. Danny Torrance: [Moving his finger to speak as "Tony"] No he isn't, Mrs. Torrance. Wendy Torrance: Now come on, Tony, don't be silly. Danny Torrance: [as Tony] I don't want to go there, Mrs. Torrance. Wendy Torrance: Well, how come you don't want to go? Danny Torrance: [as Tony] I just don't. Wendy Torrance: Well, let's just wait and see. We're all going to have a real good time. Stuart Ullman: When the place was built in 1907, there was very little interest in winter sports. And this site was chosen for its seclusion and scenic beauty. Jack Torrance: Well, it's certainly got plenty of that, ha, ha. Stuart Ullman: ...The winters can be fantastically cruel. And the basic idea is to cope with the very costly damage and depreciation which can occur. And this consists mainly of running the boiler, heating different parts of the hotel on a daily, rotating basis, repair damage as it occurs, and doing repairs so that the elements can't get a foothold. Jack Torrance: Well, that sounds fine to me. Stuart Ullman: Physically, it's not a very demanding job. The only thing that can get a bit trying up here during the winter is, uh, a tremendous sense of isolation. Jack Torrance: Well, that just happens to be exactly what I'm looking for. I'm outlining a new writing project and, uh, five months of peace is just what I want. Stuart Ullman: That's very good Jack, because, uh, for some people, solitude and isolation can, of itself become a problem. Jack Torrance: Not for me. Stuart Ullman: How about your wife and son? How do you think they'll take to it? Jack Torrance: They'll love it. Wendy Torrance: Hey! Wasn't it around here that the Donner Party got snowbound? Jack Torrance: I think that was farther west in the Sierras. Wendy Torrance: Oh. Danny Torrance: What was the Donner Party? Jack Torrance: They were a party of settlers in covered-wagon times. They got snowbound one winter in the mountains. They had to resort to cannibalism in order to stay alive. Danny Torrance: You mean they ate each other up? Jack Torrance: They had to, in order to survive. Wendy Torrance: Jack... Danny Torrance: Don't worry, Mom. I know all about cannibalism. I saw it on TV. Jack Torrance: See, it's OK. He saw it on the television. Dick Hallorann: We've got canned fruits and vegetables, canned fish and meats, hot and cold syrups, Post Toasties, Corn Flakes, Sugar Puffs, Rice Krispies, Oatmeal... and Cream of Wheat. You got a dozen jugs of black molasses, we got sixty boxes of dried milk, thirty twelve-pound bags of sugar... Now we got dried peaches, dried apricots, dried raisins and dried prunes. [Then, telepathically to Danny] How'd you like some ice cream, Doc? Dick Hallorann: I can remember when I was a little boy. My grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it "shining." And for a long time, I thought it was just the two of us that had the shine to us. Just like you probably thought you was the only one. But there are other folks, though mostly they don't know it, or don't believe it. How long have you been able to do it? ...Why don't you want to talk about it? Danny Torrance: I'm not supposed to. Dick Hallorann: Who said you ain't supposed to? Danny Torrance: Tony. Dick Hallorann: Who's Tony? Danny Torrance: Tony is a little boy that lives in my mouth. Dick Hallorann: Is Tony the one that tells you things? Danny Torrance: Yes. Dick Hallorann: How does he tell you things? Danny Torrance: It's like I go to sleep, and he shows me things. But when I wake up, I can't remember everything. Dick Hallorann: Does your Mom and Dad know about Tony? Danny Torrance: Yes. Dick Hallorann: Do they know he tells you things? Danny Torrance: No. Tony told me never to tell 'em. Dick Hallorann: Has Tony ever told you anything about this place? About the Overlook Hotel? Danny Torrance: I don't know. Dick Hallorann: Now think real hard now. Think! Danny Torrance: Maybe he showed me something. Dick Hallorann: Try to think of what it was. Danny Torrance: Mr. Hallorann, are you scared of this place? Dick Hallorann: No. Scared - there's nothin' here. It's just that, you know, some places are like people. Some "shine" and some don't. I guess you could say the Overlook Hotel here has somethin' almost like "shining." Danny Torrance: Is there something bad here? Dick Hallorann: Well, you know, Doc, when something happens, you can leave a trace of itself behind. Say like, if someone burns toast. Well, maybe things that happen leave other kinds of traces behind. Not things that anyone can notice, but things that people who "shine" can see. Just like they can see things that haven't happened yet. Well, sometimes they can see things that happened a long time ago. I think a lot of things happened right here in this particular hotel over the years. And not all of 'em was good. Danny Torrance: What about Room 237? Dick Hallorann: Room 237? Danny Torrance: You're scared of Room 237, ain't ya? Dick Hallorann: No I ain't. Danny Torrance: Mr. Hallorann. What is in Room 237? Dick Hallorann: Nothin'! There ain't nothin' in Room 237. But you ain't got no business goin' in there anyway. So stay out! You understand? Stay out! Danny Torrance: Tony, I'm scared. [as Tony] Remember what Mr. Hallorann said. It's just like pictures in a book, Danny. It isn't real. Jack Torrance: The most terrible nightmare I ever had. It's the most horrible dream I ever had. Wendy Torrance: It's OK, it's OK now. Really. Jack Torrance: I dreamed that I, that I killed you and Danny. But I didn't just kill ya. I cut you up in little pieces. Oh my God. I must be losing my mind. Jack Torrance: God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my god-damned soul for just a glass of beer! Delbert Grady: Did you know, Mr. Torrance, that your son is attempting to bring an outside party into this situation? Did you know that? Jack Torrance: No. Delbert Grady: He is, Mr. Torrance. Jack Torrance: Who? Delbert Grady: A nigger. Jack Torrance: A nigger? Delbert Grady: A nigger cook. Jack Torrance: How? Delbert Grady: Your son has a very great talent. I don't think you are aware how great it is. That he is attempting to use that very talent against your will. Jack Torrance: He is a very willful boy. Delbert Grady: Indeed he is, Mr. Torrance. A very willful boy. A rather naughty boy, if I may be so bold, sir. Jack Torrance: It's his mother. She, uh, interferes. Delbert Grady: Perhaps they need a good talking to, if you don't mind my saying so. Perhaps a bit more. My girls, sir, they didn't care for the Overlook at first. One of them actually stole a pack of matches, and tried to burn it down. But I "corrected" them sir. And when my wife tried to prevent me from doing my duty, I "corrected" her. 106399a107243,107245 Vincent Gray: Do you know why you're afraid when you're alone? I do. I do. 109212,109217d110057 110143,110145d110982 110149a110987,111160 Commander William Thomas Riker: Captain, why we are we out here chasing comets? Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Let's just say Starfleet has every confidence in the Enterprise and her crew -- they're just not sure about her Captain. They believe that a man who was once captured and assimilated by the Borg should not be put in a situation where he would face them again. To do so would introduce "an unstable element to a critical sitaution." Commander William Thomas Riker: That's ridiculous. Your experience with the Borg makes you the perfect man to lead this fight. Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Admiral Hayes disagrees. Lieutenant Commander Worf: The Defiant? Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Adrift but salvageable. Commander William Thomas Riker: Tough little ship. Lieutenant Commander Worf: Little?! [Lily and Zefram had a few too much to drink at a bar.] Lily Sloane: You're going to regret this tomorrow. Dr. Zefram Cochrane: One of the things you should have learned about me by now is that I don't have regrets. [Picard puts his hand on The Phoenix.] Captain Jean-Luc Picard: It's a boyhood fantasy... I must have seen this ship hundreds of times in the Smithsonian but I was never able to touch it. Lieutenant Commander Data: Sir, does tactile contact alter your perception of The Phoenix? Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Oh, yes! For humans, touch can connect you to an object in a very personal way, make it seem more real. [Data also puts his hand on The Phoenix.] Lieutenant Commander Data: I am detecting imperfections in the titanium casing... temperature variations in the fuel manifold... it is no more "real" to me now than it was a moment ago. Commander Deanna Troi, Counselor: [Observing from a catwalk] Would you three like to be alone? Emergency Medical Hologram: Please state the nature of the medical emergency. Commander Beverly Howard Crusher, M.D.: Twenty Borg are about to break through that door. We need time to get out of here! Create a diversion! Emergency Medical Hologram: This isn't part of my program! I'm a doctor, not a doorstop. Commander Beverly Howard Crusher, M.D.: Well, do a dance! Tell a story! I don't care! Just give us a few seconds! [The Borg break in as Crusher and her people escape through an airduct.] Emergency Medical Hologram: Ahem, according to Starfleet medical research... Borg implants can cause severe skin irritations. Perhaps you'd like an analgesic cream? [Picard takes the phaser from Lily, and inspects it.] Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Maximum setting! If you had fired, you'd have vaporized me. Lily Sloane: [sheepish] It's my first ray gun. Lily Sloane: [threatening with a phaser] You want to help me? Get me out of here! Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Alright. You want a way out? Here it is. [Picard opens window, revealing the Earth far, far below.] Lily Sloane: What is this? Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Australia. New Guinea. Solomon Islands. Montana will be up soon, but you may want to hold your breath -- it's a long way down! Borg Queen: You are in chaos, Data. You are the contradiction: a machine who wishes to be human. Lieutenant Commander Data: Since you seem to know so much about me, you must be aware I am programmed to evolve. To better myself. Borg Queen: We too are on a quest to better ourselves, evolving toward a state of perfection. Lieutenant Commander Data: Forgive me: the Borg do not evolve, they conquer. Dr. Zefram Cochrane: I've gotta take a leak. Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge: Leak? I'm not detecting any leak. Dr. Zefram Cochrane: Don't you people from the 24th century ever pee? Borg Queen: Do you always talk this much? Lieutenant Commander Data: Not always, but often. Borg Queen: Why do you insist on utilizing this primitive linguistic communication? Your android brain is capable of so much more. Lieutenant Commander Data: Have you forgotten? I'm endeavoring to become more human. Borg Queen: Human! We used to be exactly like them. Flawed. Weak. Organic. But we evolved to include the synthetic. Now we use both to attain perfection. Your goal should be the same as ours. Lieutenant Commander Data: Believing oneself to be perfect is often the sign of a delusional mind. [A Borg scratches Data's flesh arm.] Lieutenant Commander Data: Ah! Borg Queen: Is it becoming clear to you yet? Look at yourself, standing there, cradling the new flesh I've given you. If it means nothing to you, why protect it? Lieutenant Commander Data: I... I am simply imitating the behavior of humans. Borg Queen: You're becoming more human all the time, Data; now you're learning how to lie. Lieutenant Commander Data: My programming was not designed to process these sensations. Borg Queen: Then tear the skin from your limb as you would a defective circuit. [Data hesitates.] Borg Queen: Go ahead, Data! We won't stop you! [Data forces himself to try to tear off the skin.] Do it! Don't be tempted by flesh! [Data relents and leaves the skin alone.] Borg Queen: Are you familiar with physical forms of pleasure? Lieutenant Commander Data: If you are referring to sexuality, I am... fully functional, programmed in... multiple techniques. Borg Queen: How long since you've used them? Lieutenant Commander Data: Eight years, seven months, sixteen days, four minutes, twenty-two seconds... Borg Queen: Far too long. [They kiss passionately.] [Lily berates Picard, alone in his office.] Lily Sloane: You son of a bitch! Captain Jean-Luc Picard: This really isn't the time. Lily Sloane: Okay, I don't know jack about the 24th century -- but everybody here thinks staying here and fighting the Borg is suicide. They're just afraid to come in here and say it. Captain Jean-Luc Picard: The crew is accustomed to following my orders. Lily Sloane: They're probably used to your orders making SENSE. [Picard has told Lily about his enslavement by the Borg.] Lily Sloane: I am such an idiot. It's so simple. The Borg HURT you, and now you're going to HURT them back! Captain Jean-Luc Picard: In my century, we don't succumb to revenge. We have a more evolved sensibility... Lily Sloane: BULLSHIT! I saw the look your face when you shot those Borg on the Holodeck. You were almost ENJOYING it. Captain Jean-Luc Picard: How dare you... Lily Sloane: Oh, come on, Captain. You're not the first man to get a thrill out of murdering someone! I see it all the time! Captain Jean-Luc Picard: GET OUT! Lily Sloane: Or what? You'll kill me, like you killed Ensign Lynch? Captain Jean-Luc Picard: There was no way to save him. Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Mr. Worf... I regret some of the things I said to you earlier. Lieutenant Commander Worf: Some?! Captain Jean-Luc Picard: In fact, I think you're the bravest man I have ever known. [Picard asks to exchange Data for himself.] Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Let him go. He's not the one you want. Borg Queen: Are you offering yourself to us? Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Offering myself...? That's it, I remember now! It wasn't enough that you assimilate me... I had to give myself freely to the Borg. To you! Borg Queen: You flatter yourself! I've overseen the assimilition of countless millions. You were no different! Captain Jean-Luc Picard: You're lying. You wanted more than just another Borg drone. You wanted a human being with a mind of his own, who could bridge the gulf between humanity and the Borg! You wanted a counterpart! But I resisted. I fought you. Borg Queen: You can't begin to imagine the life you denied yourself. [Riker, LaForge and Cochrane have made humanity's first warp speed test flight.] Dr. Zefram Cochrane: Is that Earth? Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge: That's it! Dr. Zefram Cochrane: It's so small... Commander William Thomas Riker: It's about to get a whole lot bigger. Lily Sloane: You gotta go? [Picard nods "Yes".] I envy you... the world you're going to. Captain Jean-Luc Picard: I envy YOU... taking these first steps into a new frontier. I shall miss you, Lily. 121964a122976,122978 Randy: Hey Harvey! Harvey! I thought you were gonna get the mohawk?! Harvey: Naw... I pussed out! 127231,127235d128244 127249a128259,128263 Elektra King: You could have had the world. Commander James Bond, Agent 007: The world is not enough. Elektra King: Foolish sentiment. Commander James Bond, Agent 007: Family motto.