History Quotes / TheMysteriousBenedictSociety

-> '''Milligan'' "I have just one memory. I wake, blindfolded, and strapped into a metal chair. My hands and feet are chained. My head is clamped into some metal restraint. I'm bruised and cold, I hear rushing water, and a rat, or... a very husky mouse. I can't remember where I am, how I got here, what my name is.”

-> '''Milligan''': "Amnesia."
--> "My captors return. Or maybe they never left. Questions. What do I remember? What do I remember? A slap, and another slap. My blindfold is dislodged slightly. As I’m shuffled back towards my cell, I realize I’m clutching something. In my hand, a small key fashioned from toenail clippings. Mine? I can only assume. I trip myself, using the distraction to dislodge my chains. (starts making fists) I fight my captors with the desperate rage of a desperate man. I best them. I run away from the building. The grass is slick. I tumble and fall off of a cliff, and into the ‘’Bay’’!"
--> (Gasps) "A venomous eel locks onto my ankle, it’s creating poison rendering my right leg immobile. If I wasn’t a left footed swimmer, I might have drowned. I used a modified turtle stroke until I wash ashore. Half mad I survived on peat moss and grub worms, until I regain my strngth and make my way to the city. But… no one believes my tale. I am… laughed at, pelted with garbage, An outcast. I am nothing. I am no one."

-> '''Milligan'' "I have just one memory. I wake, blindfolded, and strapped into a metal chair. My hands and feet are chained. My head is clamped into some metal restraint. I'm bruised and cold, I hear rushing water, and a rat, or... a very husky mouse. I can't remember where I am, how I got here, what my name is.”

-> "My captors return. Or maybe they never left. Questions. What do I remember? What do I remember? A slap, and another slap. My blindfold is dislodged slightly. As I’m shuffled back towards my cell, I realize I’m clutching something. In my hand, a small key fashioned from toenail clippings. Mine? I can only assume. I trip myself, using the distraction to dislodge my chains. (starts making fists) I fight my captors with the desperate rage of a desperate man. I best them. I run away from the building. The grass is slick. I tumble and fall off of a cliff, and into the ‘’Bay’’!"
-> (Gasps) "A venomous eel locks onto my ankle, it’s creating poison rendering my right leg immobile. If I wasn’t a left footed swimmer, I might have drowned. I used a modified turtle stroke until I wash ashore. Half mad I survived on peat moss and grub worms, until I regain my strngth and make my way to the city. But… no one believes my tale. I am… laughed at, pelted with garbage, An outcast. I am nothing. I am no one."

-> '''Mr. Benedict''':“Empathy. You see others. You care for others. You love truth. In fact, I think you might be the few capable of seeing the truth anymore. But that that does is help you to resist the disinformation that’s being fed to us every single day."

-> Please hear me: you are needed. I know this world has made you feel unwanted, abandoned, angry, but it needs you. Desperately. It doesn’t know it, but your unique talents can save it from this coming storm. The truth is our world may never appreciate you, or see what makes you special, but I see it. I see hope."

-> “ When people are anxious or frightened, they're more susceptible to suggestion. They panic. They turn on each other. I mean, look... look how people are treating each other now. Aggressive, suspicious, unkind.”

-> Oh, Reynie. Proof is useless unless it's proof of something people already want to believe. And I'm afraid no one wants to believe this."

-> '''Mr. Benedict''':“Empathy. You see others. You care for others. You love truth. In fact, I think you might be the few capable of seeing the truth anymore. "
-> “But that that does is help you to resist the disinformation that’s being fed to us every single day."

-> '''Mr. Benedict''':“Empathy. You see others. You care for others. You love truth. In fact, I think you might be the few capable of seeing the truth anymore. "
-> “Ohh. But that that does is help you to resist the disinformation that’s being fed to us every single day.

-> Please hear me: you are needed. I know this world has made you feel unwanted, abandoned, angry, but it needs you. Desperately. It doesn’t know it, but your unique talents can save it from this coming storm. The truth is our world may never appreciate you, or see what makes you special, but I see it. I see hope...

-> Oh, Reynie. Proof is useless unless it's proof of something people already want to believe. And I'm afraid no one wants to believe this.

-> Please hear me: you are needed. I know this world has made you feel unwanted, abandoned, angry, but it needs you. Desperately. It doesn’t know it, but your unique talents can save it from this coming storm. The truth is our world may never appreciate you, or see what makes you special, but I see it. I see hope

--> Mr. Benedict, Episode 1, ''A bunch of Smart Orphans"

--> Mr. Benedict, Episode 2, ''Carrying a Bird''

--> Mr. Benedict, Episode 2, ''Carrying a Bird''

-> "There will be no talking!" boomed the Pencil Woman, who entered just then, slamming the door behind her. She strode briskly to the front of the room, carrying a tall stack of papers and a jar of pickles. "If any child is caught cheating, then he or she will be executed--"
-> The children gasped.
-> "I'm sorry did I say executed? I meant to say ''escorted''. Any child caught cheating will be escorted from the building at once.
--> Number Two, ''Mysterious Benedict Society''

-> Please hear me: you are needed. I know this world has made you feel unwanted, abandoned, angry, but it needs you. Desperately. It doesn’t know it, but your unique talents can save it from this coming storm. The truth is our world may never appreciate you, or see what makes you special, but I see it. I see hope
--> Mr. Benedict, Episode 1, ''A bunch of Smart Orphans"

-> Please hear me: you are needed. I know this world has made you feel unwanted, abandoned, angry, but it needs you. Desperately. It doesn’t know it, but your unique talents can save it from this coming storm. The truth is our world may never appreciate you, or see what makes you special, but I see it. I see hope
--> Mr. Benedict, Episode 1, ''A bunch of Smart Orphans"

--> Mr. Benedict, Episode 2,''Carrying a Bird''

->"I believe that's all for now, Mr. Collum, he said. "Though I hope you'll allow me to consult with you in the future about other possible improvements. I'm sure more will occur to me as we move forward with these changes." By this time the director had retaken his seat and was listening attentively to every word. When at last Nicholas lapsed into a waiting silence, Mr. Collum was clearly baffled. Cocking his head to the side, he said "But I repeat, Nicholas, what about you? Don't you wish to be released from your punishments? Or to be moved into a different room? Or to receive some reward? What is it that you want for ''yourself''?" "Oh, as for that," Nicholas said, waving off the question, "all of this ''is'' for me -- for me as much as anyone else. As you've said yourself, the Manor is going to be my home for a while. Why wouldn't I want it to be as pleasant a home as possible?" His face to took on a sly expression, and with a subtle shrug, he added, "Naturally, I also wish to partake of the treasure." Mr. Collum suddenly looked extremely serious. "Ah," he said, narrowing his eyes. "So now we come to the truth at last." "No," Nicholas said, and he looked Mr. Collum directly in the eye. "We arrived at the truth the moment I walked into this room. You've already admitted that with the changes I'm suggesting, we can probably save the orphanage. There is no reason for you to keep all the treasure for yourself, Mr. Collum. None whatsoever." Mr. Collum pursed his lips, obviously weighing his response. "However," said Nicholas in a much lighter tone, "we can negotiate those details later." He jumped up. "If you'll just agree to these conditions, I'll take you to the treasure right away." Mr. Collum likewise jumped up -- in surprise. "You can't be serious!" Nicholas frowned in mock confusion. "I can't?" He knew Mr. Collum had no idea how to handle him. Mr. Collum could not understand why Nicholas would take him to the treasure without arriving at some agreement first. Why would the boy throw away his only bargaining chip?

-->''The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma''

->"We're still in a very tight spot," Reynie said. "Mr. Curtain will be watching everybody very... and, oh, don't you find these danishes splendid, Sticky? They go down wonderfully well with cold milk, especially the raspberry ones." Sticky wasn't puzzled by the change of subject. He, too, had seen Jackson and Martina approaching the table. He was responding earnestly that he preferred the cinnamon rolls when Jackson drew up and said with a sneer, "George, forgive me for interrupting your ''very'' interesting conversation about breakfast foods, but Martina and I are making an inspection. No doubt you've all heard about the spy."

->Constance sat in the back row, where none of the other students would notice her watching him. The strategy worked, but not without problems. In the corridor between classes Constance complained under her breath "Every time you have a ''real'' itch, I get the wrong answer." "Sorry," said Sticky sheepishly. "I get itchy when I'm nervous. I'll try to do better." "Don't just ''try''," Constance said. "''Actually'' do better." "Hey, my fidgeting isn't the only problem, you know!" Sticky hissed. "It would help if you had practiced your Morse Code at ''all''!" Constance's face turned so red, her pale blue eyes glistened so brightly behind angry tears, and her wispy blond hair was in such a state of dishevelment that she looked more like a small child's painting of a person than an actual person herself. A fierce display of vivid colors in odd proportions, she seemed to have stepped right out of a canvas for the sole purpose of throwing a fit. "Now, children," said Kate in motherly tone, stepping between them. "Let's not quibble about who's to blame. Blaming is ''wrong''. The important thing is to get along with one another, so we may have better success ''cheating''."

->Sticky read... "No one seems to realize how much we are driven by FEAR, the essential component of human personality. Everything else-- from ambition to love to despair-- derives in some way from this single powerful emotion. Must find the best way to make use of this." "Well, ''that'''s cheery," said Kate. "I bet Mr. Curtain's just a big scaredy cat," Constance said. "So he thinks everyone else is, too." Sticky, who happened to consider ''himself'' a prime specimen of scaredy cat, moved on without comment.

->"We're still in a very tight spot," Reynie said. "Mr. Curtain will be watching everybody very... and, oh, don't you find these danishes splendid, Sticky? They go down wonderfully well with cold milk, especially the raspberry ones." Sticky wasn't puzzled by the change of subject. He, too, had seen Jackson and Martina approaching the table. He was responding earnestly that he preferred the cinnamon rolls when Jackson drew up and said with a sneer, "George, forgive me for interrupting your ''very'' interesting conversation about breakfast foods, but Martina and I are making an inspection. No doubt you've all heard about the spy."

->Sticky read... "No one seems to realize how much we are driven by FEAR, the essential component of human personality. Everything else-- from ambition to love to despair-- derives in some way from this single powerful emotion. Must find the best way to make use of this." "Well, ''that'''s cheery," said Kate. "I bet Mr. Curtain's just a big scaredy cat," Constance said. "So he thinks everyone else is, too." Sticky, who happened to consider ''himself'' a prime specimen of scaredy cat, moved on without comment.

->"We're still in a very tight spot," Reynie said. "Mr. Curtain will be watching everybody very... and, oh, don't you find these danishes splendid, Sticky? They go down wonderfully well with cold milk, especially the raspberry ones." Sticky wasn't puzzled by the change of subject. He, too, had seen Jackson and Martina approaching the table. He was responding earnestly that he preferred the cinnamon rolls when Jackson drew up and said with a sneer, "George, forgive me for interrupting your ''very'' interesting conversation about breakfast foods, but Martina and I are making an inspection. No doubt you've all heard about the spy."

->Sticky read... "No one seems to realize how much we are driven by FEAR, the essential component of human personality. Everything else-- from ambition to love to despair-- derives in some way from this single powerful emotion. Must find the best way to make use of this." "Well, ''that'''s cheery, said Kate. "I bet Mr. Curtain's just a big scaredy cat," Constance said. "So he thinks everyone else is, too." Sticky, who happened to consider ''himself'' a prime specimen of scaredy cat, moved on without comment.

->"We're still in a very tight spot," Reynie said. "Mr. Curtain will be watching everybody very... and, oh, don't you find these danishes splendid, Sticky? They go down wonderfully well with cold milk, especially the raspberry ones." Sticky wasn't puzzled by the change of subject. He, too, had seen Jackson and Martina approaching the table. He was responding earnestly that he preferred the cinnamon rolls when Jackson drew up and said with a sneer, "George, forgive me for interrupting your ''very'' interesting conversation about breakfast foods, but Martina and I are making an inspection. No doubt you've all heard about the spy."

->"We're still in a very tight spot," Reynie said. "Mr. Curtain will be watching everybody very... and, oh, don't you find these danishes splendid, Sticky? They go down wonderfully well with cold milk, especially the raspberry ones." Sticky wasn't puzzled by the change of subject. He, too, had seen Jackson and Martina approaching the table. He was responding earnestly that he preferred the cinnamon rolls when Jackson drew up and said with a sneer, "George, forgive me for interrupting your ''very'' interesting conversation about breakfast foods, but Martina and I are making an inspection. No doubt you've all heard about the spy."