"Yesterday, we were an army without a country. Today, the only question is: which country do we buy?"
— Simon, Die Hard with a Vengeance
''"What", she hissed. "You expect-me, a Greek noblewoman accustomed to luxery and comfort-to go traipsing off with you into the wilds of Central Asia? Squat in some ruins in the middle of mountains and deserts, surrounded by barbarian hordes and God-knows-what other dangers?" Her eyes were very wide. "Be a queen for a bunch of Kushan mercenaries with delusions of grandeur? Spend the rest of my life in a desperate struggle to forge a kingdom out of nothing?"
Other than a slight tightening of his jaws, Kungas' face was a rigid mask. "I don't expect," he said softly. "I am simply asking. Hoping."
Irene flung her arms around his neck and dragged him down. Within a second, the huge, heavy bed was practically bouncing off the floor from her sheer energy. Quiver, shiver; quake and shake.
"Oh, Kungas!" she squealed. "We're going to have so much fun!"
Other than a slight tightening of his jaws, Kungas' face was a rigid mask. "I don't expect," he said softly. "I am simply asking. Hoping."
Irene flung her arms around his neck and dragged him down. Within a second, the huge, heavy bed was practically bouncing off the floor from her sheer energy. Quiver, shiver; quake and shake.
"Oh, Kungas!" she squealed. "We're going to have so much fun!"
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old, we must awake ere break of day, to seek the pale enchanted gold.
"The day I set my flag down, it'll be over my body or over a nation I believe in."
—Ulysses, Fallout: New Vegas
President Hathaway: What are you fighting them for, resources, territories..?
Cochise: A flower, the "Catarius". It blooms on my homeland when the weather begins to warm.
Hathaway: A flower so valuable it caused a inter-galactic war?
Cochise: The Catarius has no value to anyone, except me.
Mason: Something you remember from your childhood?
Cochise: Actually, I have never seen it. Just as I have never held the soil of my homeland in my hands. Like the rest of my comrades, I was born in a ship that has left our world hundreds of years ago. All that I know of the Catarius is an image in a datafile...and a poem my brother read to me when I was young.
Mason: You never told me that you had a brother.
Cochise: (choking up) He...he is deceased; on a planet orbiting one of those spots of light up there. A most weary, unbright cinder, far from the home I have never known. He was born to war, grew up in it, and it eventually claimed him. He died for a world he never saw. Be thankful that you fight on the soil of your homeland, gentleman. That is a gift. I will never see my home, but, if we win this war, my children of my children may one day, gaze upon the real Catarius. That is what I'm fighting for, Mr. President.
Cochise: A flower, the "Catarius". It blooms on my homeland when the weather begins to warm.
Hathaway: A flower so valuable it caused a inter-galactic war?
Cochise: The Catarius has no value to anyone, except me.
Mason: Something you remember from your childhood?
Cochise: Actually, I have never seen it. Just as I have never held the soil of my homeland in my hands. Like the rest of my comrades, I was born in a ship that has left our world hundreds of years ago. All that I know of the Catarius is an image in a datafile...and a poem my brother read to me when I was young.
Mason: You never told me that you had a brother.
Cochise: (choking up) He...he is deceased; on a planet orbiting one of those spots of light up there. A most weary, unbright cinder, far from the home I have never known. He was born to war, grew up in it, and it eventually claimed him. He died for a world he never saw. Be thankful that you fight on the soil of your homeland, gentleman. That is a gift. I will never see my home, but, if we win this war, my children of my children may one day, gaze upon the real Catarius. That is what I'm fighting for, Mr. President.
As long as deep within the heart
A Jewish soul stirs,
And forward, to the ends of the East
An eye looks out, towards Zion.
A Jewish soul stirs,
And forward, to the ends of the East
An eye looks out, towards Zion.
Our hope is not yet lost,
The hope of two thousand years,
To be a free people in our land
The land of Zion and Jerusalem.
The hope of two thousand years,
To be a free people in our land
The land of Zion and Jerusalem.
—Hatikvah, national anthem of Israel
These mist-covered mountains are home now for me / But my home is the lowlands and always will be / Some day you'll return to your valleys and your farms / And you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms...
Absalom: Death! Why do you slay your own?
Death: The Nephilim have no claim to Eden.
Absalom: There are worlds for Angels and Demons. Why not for us?
Death: Eden belongs to Man!
Absalom: *swinging his axe down on Death, who blocks it* It belongs to those who take it!
Death: The Nephilim have no claim to Eden.
Absalom: There are worlds for Angels and Demons. Why not for us?
Death: Eden belongs to Man!
Absalom: *swinging his axe down on Death, who blocks it* It belongs to those who take it!
My children, we have endured much. We cast off our shackles. Crossed mountain, field, frost and fallow 'till out feet bloodied the dirt. From Ered Mithrin to the Ephel Arnen, we have endured. Yet tonight, one more trial awaits us. Our enemy may be weak, their numbers meager..., yet before this night is through, some of us will fall. But for the first time, you do so not as unnamed slaves in far-away lands, but as brothers. Brothers and sisters in our home! This is the night we reach out the iron hand of the Uruk and close our fist around those lands.
