Abashed, the Devil
stood, and felt how awful goodness is.
"Is he — quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion."
"That you will, dearie, and no mistake," said Mrs. Beaver, "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else just silly."
"Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy.
"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver. "Don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the king, I tell you."
I am a Count, not a Saint.
: I'm a good guy. Armsmaster
: You don't look like one.
Please, trust me. I most definitely can
be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power, power over people, and they want to see you in fear. They want you to know you're going to die. So they'll talk. They'll gloat. They'll watch you squirm. They'll put off the moment of murder like another man will put off a good cigar. So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.
We're the Light Ones, not the Saint ones.
, considering burning down a cafe whose owner tried to poison him, Night Watch
"That sounds like the definition of loyalty to me," said the king. "Don't mistake friendliness with loyalty, Ven. Friendly and loyal are two different things. There are a lot of people who are one and not the other. From what you told me a few days ago, your own mother doesn't sound like a very friendly person - but she is a good one, yes?"
"Oh yes," Ven agreed.
"Then judge Ida by whether she is there for you in times of need, as she seems to be, not by whether she is pleasant to you. In the end, you can get many people to be pleasant to you pretty easily. A true friend, someone who will risk her life and her freedom for you, as your other friends would, is very hard to come by."
: He is not a nice man. Belisarius
: No, but he could be a great man.
Why is it that people like you always think you're more ruthless than people like me?
And then there are those who operate on the fringes of society. Unburdened by the confines of morality and conscience. A ruthless breed of monsters whose deadliest weapon is the ability to hide in plain sight.
If the people I've come to bring justice to cannot be bound by the quest of absolution, then neither will I.
'Sweet,' maybe. 'Passionate,' I suppose. But don't ever mistake that for 'nice.'"
I may be on the side of the angels... But don't think for one second
that I am
one of them.
Woman in alley:
Thank you! Thank you! That thing was going to kill me! Spike:
Well, what did you expect? Out alone in this neighborhood — I've got half a mind to kill you myself, you half-wit. Woman in alley:
I mean honestly, what kind of retard wears heels
like that in a dark alley? Take two steps and break your bloody ankle. Woman in alley: [annoyed]
I was just trying to get home. Spike:
Well, get a cab, you moron, and on the way, if a stranger offers you candy, don't get in the van!
My job isn't to make friends, it's to stop bad things from happening.
— Mark Fallon
Get lost. I'm not a babysitter.
You're really not my type, man. Sorry, but I'm gonna have to pass.
It's alright, I can handle this myself. You're just gonna take pictures again, aren't you...
Freudia, do not stand in my way.
After a small problem with some raiders, who would continue for years to plague not only myself, but the Tribe, I found myself in Junktown. It was here that I learned the most important rule of all: doing a good thing sometimes means being a very bad person.
It was not by gentle sweetness and womanly self-abnegation that she had brought order out of chaos in the Scutari Hospitals, that, from her own resources, she had clothed the British Army, that she had spread her dominion over the serried and reluctant powers of the official world; it was by strict method, by stern discipline, by rigid attention to detail, by ceaseless labour, by the fixed determination of an indomitable will. Beneath her cool and calm demeanour lurked fierce and passionate fires. As she passed through the wards in her plain dress, so quiet, so unassuming, she struck the casual observer simply as the pattern of a perfect lady; but the keener eye perceived something more than that - the serenity of high deliberation in the scope of the capacious brow, the sign of power in the dominating curve of the thin nose, and the traces of a harsh and dangerous temper — something peevish, something mocking, and yet something precise — in the small and delicate mouth.
— Description of Florence Nightingale in Barteby.com, Eminent Victorians
According to the Wikipedia, Goyer’s original draft of this scene had Karen waking up next to a vampire fetus — a living one — that Whistler and Blade kept in a jar so they could test their weapons on it. This was cut out for reasons so obvious that I think Blade’s “motherf***er are you out of your damn mind?”
reaction was actually filmed when the director told Snipes about it. David:
Wow, that’s… that’s pretty hardcore. Chris:
I’m just not sure America was ready for the fetus-torturing action hero.
—Chris Sims and David Uzumeri on Blade
The Motion Picture
also contains a few interesting character beats for both Kirk and Spock. In particular, the script acknowledges that Kirk is something of a flawed leader, and a bit of a jerk
. He arrives on the Enterprise
to relieve Decker of command, but doesn’t notify him beforehand. Decker is understandably upset, and even McCoy is sharp enough to see that Kirk is taking advantage of the situation. “You rammed getting this command down Starfleet’s throat. You’ve used this emergency to get
Several times over the course of The Motion Picture
, Kirk is proven to be incorrect. Explaining why he has been chosen to relieve Decker of command, Kirk points out, “My experience, five years out there dealing with unknowns like this, my familiarity with the
Enterprise, this crew.”
Decker rather astutely counters, “Admiral, this is an almost totally new
Enterprise. You don’t know her a tenth as well as I do.”
His criticisms are borne out when Kirk can’t even find the appropriate turboshaft
...Kirk is allowed to be flawed as a character, in a way that Roddenberry never allowed with the cast of The Next Generation
, and I’d argue that Kirk comes across much better for it. This characterisation would really pay off until The Wrath of Khan
, but it does make it clear that Kirk is more than just a charming rogue. He’s also arrogant and self-interested, characteristics hinted at on the show but never fully developed.
There is another of those excellent discussion amongst the crew that DS9
excels at and its probably one of the best because it is about something as real as massacring a group of defenceless soldiers
. O’Brien thinks it is cowardly
, Garak thinks that humans impose far too many rules on combat
that make victory a lot harder than it needs to be, and Sisko steps in with the very convincing statement that everybody needs to leave their morals at the door because when it comes to a choice between us and them there is
no choice. That’s what makes him such a good leader – it's not a decision that Picard
could make without soul searching for five years afterwards
, but Sisko sees this situation for what it is and pushes the moral agony to one side for the sake of his men. He tries to talk to the Jem H’adar leader and find another option, but when he realises that these guys will commit suicide to maintain their integrity he still orders his crew to fire on these lambs to the slaughter. It's uncomfortable viewing but absolutely rivets you to the screen.
Peace is normally a great good, and normally it coincides with righteousness, but it is righteousness and not peace which should bind the conscience of a nation as it should bind the conscience of an individual; and neither a nation nor an individual can surrender conscience to another's keeping.
Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery.
What usually sets me off is injustice. In defense of those I admire, I’m always ready — eager? — to do battle. Although I have the killer instinct altogether too well developed, I do try to deploy it in good causes. This pugnacity is inherited from my mother’s family, the Gores, an Anglo-Irish clan of eloquent, bad-tempered politicians, lawyers and preachers.