"Why don't you just put the whole WORLD in a BOTTLE, Superman?"
"Who are you, that do not know your history?"
"Tell me, Light, from the moment you were born, has there ever been a time where you've actually told the truth?"
Nia: So does this mean you hate me too Adiane?
Adiane: Hate you? I really couldn't care less about you. I was told to kill you, so that's precisely what I'm going to do! Whether I hate you or not is irrelevant.
Nia: So you're saying that you're willing to kill me simply because you were ordered to do so?
Adiane: Of course I am, what of it?
I wanted to meet you. You've been making your investigative films for what, twenty years now? I wanted to ask: Have you changed anything? You've been uncovering disturbing things all over the world for twenty years now. Have you changed anything? You've worked very hard. Most people have no idea of the kind of work you've done. Intellectuals, critics, and activists follow your films closely, but culturally you're almost invisible, Mr. Pillinger. Have you changed anything?
: What do you want? G'Kar
: What do you mean, what do I want? Morden
: What do you want? G'Kar
: What do I want for supper? What do I want to do this evening? What do I— Morden
: What do you want
: This is pointless. What I want is for you to go away and leave me in peace. Morden
: As you say. G'Kar
: Wait. What do I want
? The Centauri stripped my world. I want justice. Morden
: But what do you want? G'Kar
: To suck the marrow from their bones and grind their skulls into powder. Morden
: What do you want? G'Kar
: To tear down their
cities, blacken their
sky, sow the ground with salt...to completely, utterly
erase them. Morden
: And Then What?
: ...I don't know. As long as my homeworld's safety is guaranteed, I don't know that it matters. Morden
(disappointed): I see. Thank you for your time, Ambassador. Good day.
: What do you want? Londo
: This is a silly conversation. Morden
: Yes, it is. What do you want? Londo
: To be left alone! Morden
: Is that it? Is that really all, Ambassador?
: ...All right. Fine
. You really want to know what I
want? You really want to know the truth
? I want my people to reclaim their rightful place in the galaxy! I want to see the Centauri stretch forth their hand again and command the stars! I want a rebirth of glory, a renaissance of power! I want to stop running through life like a man late for an appointment, afraid to look back, or to look forward! I want us to be what we used to be. I want
... I want it all back, the way that it was! Does that answer your question? Morden
: Yes. Yes, it does. Thank you, Ambassador.
: Who are you? Delenn
: I am Delenn. Inquisitor
: Unacceptable answer. I already know your name. Who are you? Delenn
: Delenn! [shocked
: If you repeat an unacceptable answer, the penalty will be increased. Who are you? Delenn
: I...I am the ambassador for Minbar. Inquisitor
: Unacceptable. That is only your title. What other people call you when you choose to hide behind formalities. Who are you? Delenn
: I, uh...I'm the daughter of...[shocked
: Unacceptable. What a sad thing you are. Unable to answer even such a simple question without falling back on references and genealogies and what other people call you. Have you nothing of your own? Nothing to stand on that is not provided, defined, delineated, stamped, sanctioned, numbered and approved by others? How can you be expected to fight for someone else when you haven't the fairest idea who you are?
Hanna: We couldn't keep everyone. There wasn't room.
Judge: No, but what I'm saying — let me rephrase — to make room, you were picking women out and saying "You you and you have to be sent back to be killed."
Hanna: Well, what would you have done?
Galloway: So let me ask, if we ultimately conclude that our national security is best served by denying you further asylum on our planet, will you leave peacefully?
Optimus Prime: Freedom is your right. If you make that request, we will honor it. But before your president decides, please ask him this: What if we leave and you're wrong?
Lennox (to Galloway): That's a good question.
Old Man: I've dedicated my life to reading all these books, I have learned who were the Egyptians, Greeks, Romans, Babylonians, Incas, Mayas...
Boy: And we grandpa? Who are we?
(a moment later)
Mom: Where's your grandpa?
In the library, crying.
The Doctor: The concept is simply staggering! Pointless, but staggering!
The Captain: I'm gratified that you appreciate it.
The Doctor: Appreciate it? Appreciate it? But you commit mass destruction and murder on a scale that's almost inconceivable and you ask me to appreciate it?' Just because you happen to have made a brilliantly conceived toy out of the mummified remains of planets!
Sayid (to Juliette): You said earlier that if you told me everything you knew, I'd kill you. I'm going to test the validity of that statement.
Sawyer: He means "talk".
Juliette: We don't have time for this.
Sawyer: We cleared our schedules. We got all the time in the world.
You know it's interesting... that you two are now the camp's moral police. I'm curious Sayid, how long was it before you told everyone on that beach exactly how many people you've tortured in your life? Do they know about Basra? And I'm sure the first thing you did when you got here, James, was to gather everyone in a circle and tell them about the man you shot in cold blood the night before you got on the plane. So why don't we just skip the part where you two pretend to be righteous? I'm taking that medicine back to Claire, and you're going to let me. Because if she doesn't get it, she's going to die. And the last thing either of you need right now... is more blood on your hands.
Rose: You don't have to do this anymore. There must be something else - not just killing. What else is there? What do you want?
: (Silence. Turns back to van Statten, and then back to Rose)
I want... freedom.
Data: Sir, Lt. La Forge's eyes are far superior to human biological eyes, true? Then why are not all human officers required to have their eyes replaced with cybernetic implants?
[Picard is at a loss for words and turns away]
Data: I see, it is precisely because I am not human.
[shaken] That will be all, Mr. Data.
Yuthura: I wanted to use the Force to free the other slaves I knew, to fight for what I knew was right. The Jedi restrained me until I couldn't stand it any more. They claim the dark side is evil, but that isn't so. Sometimes anger and hatred are deserved and right. Sometimes things change because of it.
Yuthura: Any failure to get the results I want is due to a lack of power on my part. That can change, in time. As a Sith, my mettle is tested far more than when I was a Padawan. I know this may sound strange, but only my compassion stands in my way, now. Once that is gone, let the slavers beware.
But...if you lose your compassion, will you still care about those slaves?
[sounding unsure] I...yes, of course. I—I mean...losing my compassion as in...holding back...
"Tell me, Dr. Freeman. If you can. You have destroyed so much. What is it exactly that you have created? Can you name even one thing?"
: Save him. You can save him, you always save everyone. That's what you do. The Doctor
: Not all the time. I'm sorry. Amy
: ...then what
is the point
Picard: A single Data, and forgive me, Commander, is a curiosity: a wonder, even. But thousands of Datas, isn't that becoming a race? And won't we be judged by how we treat that race?" Now tell me, Commander, what is Data?
Maddox: I don't understand.
Picard: What is he??
Maddox: A machine!
Picard: Is he? Are you sure?
You see he's met two of your three criteria for sentience, [intelligence and self-awareness,] so what if he meets the third, consciousness, in even the smallest degree?
What is he then? I don't know, do you? (to Riker, who'd been forced to argue for Maddox's side) Do you? (to the judge) Do you?
Are you prepared to condemn him and all who come after him to servitude and slavery?
Zuko: First I have to get it out of here.
: [losing his composure for probably the first time ever
] AND THEN WHAT?!
You never think these things through! This is exactly what happened when you captured the Avatar at the north pole! You had him, and then you had nowhere to go!!
Zuko: I would have figured something out.
Iroh: NO! If his friends hadn't found you, YOU WOULD HAVE FROZEN TO DEATH!
Zuko: I know my own destiny Uncle!
Iroh: Is it your own destiny? Or is it a destiny that someone else has tried to force on you?
Zuko: Stop it Uncle! I have to do this!
Iroh: I'M BEGGING YOU, PRINCE ZUKO! It's time for you to look inward and begin asking yourself the big questions: who are you and what do YOU want?
: *yells in frustration and slams his swords on the ground*
Homer: Let me ask you something; does your money cheer you up when you're feeling blue?
Mr. Burns: Why, no...
Homer: And does it ever say, "I love you?"
: No... it doesn't...
"It's like a fencer's foil striking home: a lightning-fast lunge straight into the heart of the matter. Why didn't I call any of my old friends?"
Scrooge: (about the children Ignorance and Want) Have they no refuge or resource?
"If abortion is murder, then no matter how you feel towards Mary Donovan, aren't you guilty of the murder of her unborn child?"
Jaina Proudmoore: I am doing what I know to be right.
: As did Arthas when he slaughtered everyone in Stratholme. And even he did not act with such hatred in his heart towards those he killed. Tell me, is this what your legacy is to be, Jaina Proudmoore? To be another Garrosh? Another Arthas?
Hisao: We should go back in. The guests Sae invited are in there, they probably want to meet you and talk with you. You know, ask you questions and stuff. About those paintings you worked so hard for.
Rin: I don't want them to ask me questions like that. I can never say the right things.
Hisao: What do you want then?
Rin: That someone wouldn't have to ask questions from me.
Hisao: But if you found someone like that, then what? Do you really think it would be some kind of be-all, end-all thing, star-crossed lovers and happily ever after?
My question is met by a blank stare, the darkness in her eyes unfazed by the thinly veiled bitterness.
Rin: No, I don't think that. But at least then I wouldn't have to be alone.
She whispers the words to the lights of the town but I hear them anyway.
"Do you remember the question that caused the creators to attack us, Tali'Zorah? Does this unit have a soul?"
"Tell me if your
precious Renly commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women, and children burned alive would
you have done
it? Would you have kept your oath then?"
"Suppose he'd called me a nigger-lover, Stevie? Would you have been so damn tolerant then?!"
(General Eiling, made into a super-strong monster thanks to an experimental serum, prepares to crush Shining Knight with a car)
Eiling: Superman and your Justice League are a threat to a safe and stable world.
Old Woman: Drop the act.
(Eiling turns to discover that a group of ordinary people has gathered around the fallen Shining Knight, making a human shield)
Old Woman: You think killin' Superman would make the world safe? Or killin' this boy? Or us? Tell me: how many of us do you have to kill to keep us safe?
Eiling: They're the ones I'm after, not you. I'm not the menace—metahumans are. Superpowered beings.
Boy: You're the only one around here with superpowers.
(Eiling pauses, then drops the car he's carrying)
"But, you know what a better question would be-"
Pyrrha gave a start.
Ruby was leaning in slightly, peering up with faintly worried eyes.
"Are you okay, Pyrrha?"
She asked it so earnestly that for a moment Pyrrha wanted to say-
"If you were an Earth Kingdom citizen, do you think you're the kind of person you want as your king? What have
you ever done for your people?"
Demona: I will have vengeance for the betrayal of my clan. Vengeance for my pain.
Selene: But who betrayed your clan?
Luna: And who caused this pain?
Demona: The vikings destroyed my clan.
Selene: Who betrayed the castle to the vikings?
Demona: The Hunter hunted us down!
Phoebe: Who created the Hunter?
Demona: Canmore destroyed the last of us.
: Who betrayed Macbeth to Canmore?
All sorts of interrogation points flashed before his eyes. He put questions to himself, and made replies to himself, and his replies frightened him. He asked himself: "What has that convict done, that desperate fellow, whom I have pursued even to persecution, and who has had me under his foot, and who could have avenged himself, and who owed it both to his rancor and to his safety, in leaving me my life, in showing mercy upon me? His duty? No. Something more. And I in showing mercy upon him in my turn—what have I done? My duty? No. Something more. So there is something beyond duty?" Here he took fright; his balance became disjointed; one of the scales fell into the abyss, the other rose heavenward, and Javert was no less terrified by the one which was on high than by the one which was below.