A plague on you! A plague on the whole stinking lot of ya, without morals or laws. And all you whores got no laws. You got no honor. It's no wonder you all emigrated to America, because they wouldn't have you in England! You're a lot of savages, that's what you all are. A bunch of bloody savages! A plague on you!
— English Bob, in his not-entirely inaccurate summation of the people of Big Whiskey as they run him out of town, Unforgiven
Mr. Madison, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
Asst. Principal: I see a bad egg when I look at your niece. She is a twiddler, a dreamer, a sillyheart. She is a chatterbox, and frankly, I don't think she takes a thing in her life or her career as a student seriously.
Buck: She's only six.
Asst. Principal: That is not a valid excuse; I hear that every day, and I dismiss it!
Buck: I don't think I want to know a six-year-old who isn't a dreamer or a sillyheart. And I SURE don't want to know one who takes their student career seriously. I don't have a college degree. I don't even have a JOB. But I know a good kid when I see one. Because they're ALL good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like YOU drag them down and convince them they're no good! You so much as SCOWL at my niece, or ANY other kid in this school, and I hear about it, and I'm coming looking for you! Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam.
Buck: She's only six.
Asst. Principal: That is not a valid excuse; I hear that every day, and I dismiss it!
Buck: I don't think I want to know a six-year-old who isn't a dreamer or a sillyheart. And I SURE don't want to know one who takes their student career seriously. I don't have a college degree. I don't even have a JOB. But I know a good kid when I see one. Because they're ALL good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like YOU drag them down and convince them they're no good! You so much as SCOWL at my niece, or ANY other kid in this school, and I hear about it, and I'm coming looking for you! Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam.
Steve Rogers: Yeah, big man in a suit of armor. Take that off, what are you?
Tony Stark: Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.
Steve Rogers: I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.
Tony Stark: I think I would just cut the wire.
Steve Rogers: Always a way out. You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero.
Tony Stark: A hero? Like you? You're a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came from out of a bottle.
Tony Stark: Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.
Steve Rogers: I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.
Tony Stark: I think I would just cut the wire.
Steve Rogers: Always a way out. You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero.
Tony Stark: A hero? Like you? You're a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came from out of a bottle.
I thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. I stayed up half the night thinking about it. *Beat* Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, and I haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me? You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about. It's all right. You've never been out of Boston. So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. [...] And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sittin' up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you, I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, 'cause I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
— Sean Maguire to Will Hunting, Good Will Hunting
Scarlett: What are you doing?
Rhett Butler: I'm leaving you, my dear. All you need now is a divorce and your dreams of Ashley can come true.
Scarlett: Oh, no! No, you're wrong, terribly wrong! I don't want a divorce. Oh Rhett, but I knew tonight, when I... when I knew I loved you, I ran home to tell you, oh darling, darling!
Rhett Butler: Please don't go on with this, Leave us some dignity to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this last.
Scarlett: This last? Oh Rhett, do listen to me, I must have loved you for years, only I was such a stupid fool, I didn't know it. Please believe me, you must care! Melly said you did.
Rhett Butler: I believe you. What about Ashley Wilkes?
Scarlett: I... I never really loved Ashley.
Rhett Butler: You certainly gave a good imitation of it, up till this morning. No Scarlett, I tried everything. If you'd only met me half way, even when I came back from London.
Scarlett: I was so glad to see you. I was, Rhett, but you were so nasty.
Rhett Butler: And then when you were sick, it was all my fault... I hoped against hope that you'd call for me, but you didn't.
Scarlett: I wanted you. I wanted you desperately but I didn't think you wanted me.
Rhett Butler: It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.
Scarlett: Oh, Rhett, Rhett please don't say that. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything.
Rhett Butler: My darling, you're such a child. You think that by saying, "I'm sorry," all the past can be corrected. Here, take my handkerchief. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.
Scarlett: Rhett! Rhett, where are you going?
Rhett Butler: I'm going back to Charleston, back where I belong.
Scarlett: Please, please take me with you!
Rhett Butler: No, I'm through with everything here. I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace. Do you know what I'm talking about?
Scarlett: No! I only know that I love you.
Rhett Butler: That's your misfortune.
Scarlett: Oh, Rhett! [...] Rhett... if you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
Rhett Butler: I'm leaving you, my dear. All you need now is a divorce and your dreams of Ashley can come true.
Scarlett: Oh, no! No, you're wrong, terribly wrong! I don't want a divorce. Oh Rhett, but I knew tonight, when I... when I knew I loved you, I ran home to tell you, oh darling, darling!
Rhett Butler: Please don't go on with this, Leave us some dignity to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this last.
Scarlett: This last? Oh Rhett, do listen to me, I must have loved you for years, only I was such a stupid fool, I didn't know it. Please believe me, you must care! Melly said you did.
Rhett Butler: I believe you. What about Ashley Wilkes?
Scarlett: I... I never really loved Ashley.
Rhett Butler: You certainly gave a good imitation of it, up till this morning. No Scarlett, I tried everything. If you'd only met me half way, even when I came back from London.
Scarlett: I was so glad to see you. I was, Rhett, but you were so nasty.
Rhett Butler: And then when you were sick, it was all my fault... I hoped against hope that you'd call for me, but you didn't.
Scarlett: I wanted you. I wanted you desperately but I didn't think you wanted me.
Rhett Butler: It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.
Scarlett: Oh, Rhett, Rhett please don't say that. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything.
Rhett Butler: My darling, you're such a child. You think that by saying, "I'm sorry," all the past can be corrected. Here, take my handkerchief. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.
Scarlett: Rhett! Rhett, where are you going?
Rhett Butler: I'm going back to Charleston, back where I belong.
Scarlett: Please, please take me with you!
Rhett Butler: No, I'm through with everything here. I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace. Do you know what I'm talking about?
Scarlett: No! I only know that I love you.
Rhett Butler: That's your misfortune.
Scarlett: Oh, Rhett! [...] Rhett... if you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
Rick, I want to cut through the BS. I think you're an asshole. No, let me correct that: an immature asshole. Which is fine, except you're marrying my daughter, and I'm afraid my grandchildren are going to be little assholes. First, you're a slob. You dress like a bum. Second, you're unmotivated. You have no self-esteem, no thought about the future. You're inconsiderate. You're insensitive. You're insincere. And you're irresponsible, a show-off. You're vulgar. You're inappropriate. You're unrefined. You're obnoxious.
— Ed Thompson, Bachelor Party
My God! I can't stand any more of this! First you spurn me for Eddie, and then you throw him off like an old overcoat for Rocky! You chew people up and then you spit them out again... I loved you... do you hear me? I loved you! And what did it get me? Yeah, I'll tell you: a big nothing. You're like a sponge. You take, take, take, and drain others of their love and emotion. Yeah, well, I've had enough! You're gonna choose between me and Rocky, so named after the rocks in his head!
— Columbia, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
What are you trying to do to that poor girl, putting on that millionaire act? And where did you get that phony accent? Nobody tawks loike thaht! Joe, of all the tricks you've played on women, this is without doubt the TRICKIEST, and LOWEST, and MEANEST!
— Jerry, Some Like It Hot
What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst! "Oh, we're afraid to go with you, Bluto! We might get in trouble!" WELL, JUST KISS MY ASS FROM NOW ON!
— John "Bluto" Blutarski, Animal House
(about America) Against it? I should be positively astounded to hear of anything that could be said FOR it! Why, the whole bloody place is the most unspeakable matriarchy in the whole history of civilization! Look at yourself, and the way your wife and her strumpet of a mother push you through the hoop! As far as I can see, American men have been totally emasculated. They're like slaves! They die like flies from coronary thrombosis, while their women sit under hairdryers, eating chocolates and arranging for every second Tuesday to be some sort of Mother's Day! And this positively infantile preoccupation with bosoms! In all my time in this wretched godforsaken country, the one thing that has appalled me most of all is this preposterous preoccupation with bosoms! Don't you realize they have become the dominant theme in American culture: in literature, advertising and all fields of entertainment and everything! I'll wager you anything you like that if American women stopped wearing brassieres, your whole national economy would collapse overnight!
— J. Algernon Hawthorne, It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
You haven't thought about your lady-friend down at the D.A.'s office. You haven't thought about your old butler. Bang! People from your world have so much to lose. Now, you think because your mommy and your daddy got shot, you know about the ugly side of life, but you don't. You've never tasted desperate. You're Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham — you'd have to go a thousand miles to meet someone who didn't know your name. So don't come down here with your anger trying to prove something to yourself. This is a world you'll never understand, and you always fear what you don't understand.
— Carmine Falcone, Batman Begins
When a cold wind blows it chills you
Chills you to the bone
But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart
Like years of being alone
It paints you with indifference
Like a lady paints with rouge
And the worst of the worst
The most hated and cursed
Is the one that we call Scrooge
Unkind as any
And the wrath of many
This is Ebenezer Scrooge
Oh, there goes Mr. Humbug
There goes Mr. Grim
If they gave a prize for bein' mean, the winner would be him
Ol' Scrooge, he loves his money 'cause he thinks it gives him power
If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour
(spoken) "Yucka!"
"Even the vegetables don't like him!"
There goes Mr. Skinflint
There goes Mr. Greed
The undisputed master of the underhanded deed
He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses
Us poor folk live in misery
It's even worse for mouses
(spoken) "Please, sir, I want some cheese!"
He must be so lonely, he must be so sad
He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad
He's really a victim of fear and of pride
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside...
(spoken) "Naaaah! Uh Uh!"
There goes Mr. Outrage
There goes Mr. Sneer
He has no time for friends or fun
His anger makes that clear
Don't ask him for a favor, 'cause his nastiness increases
No crust of bread for those in need
No cheeses for us meeses
There goes Mr. Heartless
There goes Mr. Cruel
He never gives, he only takes
He lets his hunger rule
If bein' mean's a way of life
You practice and rehearse
Then all that work is paying off
'Cause Scrooge is getting worse
Every day, in every way, Scrooge is getting worse
Chills you to the bone
But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart
Like years of being alone
It paints you with indifference
Like a lady paints with rouge
And the worst of the worst
The most hated and cursed
Is the one that we call Scrooge
Unkind as any
And the wrath of many
This is Ebenezer Scrooge
Oh, there goes Mr. Humbug
There goes Mr. Grim
If they gave a prize for bein' mean, the winner would be him
Ol' Scrooge, he loves his money 'cause he thinks it gives him power
If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour
(spoken) "Yucka!"
"Even the vegetables don't like him!"
There goes Mr. Skinflint
There goes Mr. Greed
The undisputed master of the underhanded deed
He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses
Us poor folk live in misery
It's even worse for mouses
(spoken) "Please, sir, I want some cheese!"
He must be so lonely, he must be so sad
He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad
He's really a victim of fear and of pride
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside...
(spoken) "Naaaah! Uh Uh!"
There goes Mr. Outrage
There goes Mr. Sneer
He has no time for friends or fun
His anger makes that clear
Don't ask him for a favor, 'cause his nastiness increases
No crust of bread for those in need
No cheeses for us meeses
There goes Mr. Heartless
There goes Mr. Cruel
He never gives, he only takes
He lets his hunger rule
If bein' mean's a way of life
You practice and rehearse
Then all that work is paying off
'Cause Scrooge is getting worse
Every day, in every way, Scrooge is getting worse
— Miscellaneous Muppets, The Muppet Christmas Carol, "Scrooge"
I knew you assholes the minute I laid eyes on you! Look at the four of you! (to Doug) You think I don't know you? You're probably a...podiatrist or an ear-, nose-, and throat-specialist. (to Bobby) Bobby, guarantee you're henpecked! The wife wears the pants! (to Dudley) And you, no luck with women. I guarantee you bag your own shit. (to Woody) And you, you're the biggest poser of them all... aren't ya, squinty! Go home!
— Jack, Wild Hogs
Let's cut the shit. It is directly your fault. You destroyed my boat! You beat me up in your sleep! And worst of all, you made Nancy and I resent each other! It is absolutely 150% your fault!
— Dr. Robert Doback, Step Brothers
I'm not raising my voice. THIS WOULD BE RAISING MY VOICE TO YOU, okay? I don't want to check my bag, okay? And, by the way, your airline? You suck at checking bags, okay, because I already did that once and you lost it, and then I had everything screwed up very badly for me, okay? If you would take a second, take the little sticks out of your head, clean out your ears, and maybe you would see that I'm a person who has feelings, and all I have to do is do what I wanna do and all I want to do is hold on to my bag and not listen to you! And the only way that I would ever let go of my bag would be if you came over here right now and tried to pry it from my dead, lifeless fingers, okay? If you can get it from my kung-fu grip then you can come and have it, okay? Otherwise, step off, bitch.
— Greg Focker, Meet the Parents
Hey would you turn down the music for a second? WOULD YOU TURN DOWN THE FUCKING MUSIC? JESUS! THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT! I HAVE BEEN HERE ALL GODDAMN DAY AND YOU HAVEN'T LET ME SAY ONE THING! NONE OF YOU! Oh no, asshole, you shut the fuck up now, it’s my turn to talk! You're all fucked in the head! All of you! I mean you, change your fucking tampon and have another drink you crazy fucking bitch! And you, 'Waaa, I don’t know what to be when I grow up', Join the fucking army or something, goddamn! And you…you know what? You're too easy! Oh and you, whining ALL GODDAMN DAY about Dean! You’re hot! Quit acting so fucking pathetic! And you…FUCK YOU MONTY! ALWAYS GOTTA BE RIGHT WITH YOUR LITTLE QUIPS! We get it man, you're fucking edgy and cool, yeah, you're the COOLEST FUCKING GUY AT SHENANIGANZ! WHEEEEW! That’s like being the smartest kid with Down Syndrome! Oh yea why aren’t you in jail? You know what, fuck this, you all suck, I quit! Oh yeah. There is one more thing. You. you are the biggest piece of shit in this entire restaurant and I hope you burn in hell!
— Mitch, Waiting...
I've been waiting to tell you something for 12 years, and here it is: you're FAT! And dumb! And fired.
— Dean Richmond, The Nutty Professor
Wonka: WRONG, sir! WRONG! Under section 37B of the contract signed by him, it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void IF — and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy! — I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges and licenses herein and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera, Fax mentis, incendium gloria cultum, et cetera, et cetera, Memo bis punitor delicatum! It's ALL there! BLACK and white, clear as 'crystal! You STOLE Fizzy-Lifting Drinks! You BUMPED into the ceiling, which now has to be WASHED and STERILIZED, so you get... NOTHING! YOU LOSE!! GOOD DAY, SIR!!
Grandpa Joe: (shocked) You're a crook... (furiously) You're a CHEAT and a SWINDLER...! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!! HOW CAN YOU DO A THING LIKE THIS?! Build up a little boy's hopes, and then SMASH all his dreams to pieces?! (lividly) YOU'RE AN INHUMAN MONSTER!!!
Wonka: I SAID GOOD DAY!!!
Grandpa Joe: (shocked) You're a crook... (furiously) You're a CHEAT and a SWINDLER...! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!! HOW CAN YOU DO A THING LIKE THIS?! Build up a little boy's hopes, and then SMASH all his dreams to pieces?! (lividly) YOU'RE AN INHUMAN MONSTER!!!
Wonka: I SAID GOOD DAY!!!
I ain't out there serial fornicating, trying to float my liver, drinking myself silly, cuz I can't stand what a piece of shit I am... You're an emotional fucking cripple. Your soul is dog shit. Every single fucking thing about you is ugly.
— Marcus, Bad Santa
Blake: You get the picture? You're laughing now? You got leads. Mitch and Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them! You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close shit, you are shit; hit the bricks, pal, and beat it, 'cause you are going out!
Levene: The leads are weak.
Blake: The leads are weak? Fucking leads are weak? You're weak.
Levene: The leads are weak.
Blake: The leads are weak? Fucking leads are weak? You're weak.
There's plenty you can do, but YOU won't do it, and do YOU know why? BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO BALLS! And your fathers had no balls. You were all a product of generations of ball-less men who were either too weak or too frightened to stand up and take what's theirs. And one day you will pass on your empty shriveled sacks to your own pitiful offspring!
— David Harken, Horrible Bosses 2
Imagination is what protects us. It's what keeps us alive. You're still living, but less and less. Inside, you own this place. You run things. You're the king. But look around you, what do you see? It's all pretend. It's all made up. You own nothing. Nothing except sorrows and bars and rusty metal staircases. You'll never live, because outside you don't exist. No one will remember you. No one.
— Frank Perry, The Escapist
So that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood-chipper. And those three people in Brainerd. And for what? For a little bit of money. There's more to life than a little money, you know. Don't you know that? And here ya are, and it's a beautiful day. Well, I just don't understand it.
— Marge Gunderson to Gaear Grimsrud, Fargo
Wrong! You were completely wrong! Not right in any way, shape, or form! Just Queen Wrong of the Bastard Fucking Wrong People! That's my opinion, Molly, and if there is another side, I can't bloody see it!
— Janine, Crush
And what are you? So full of hate you just want to go out and fight everybody, 'cause you've been whipped and chased by hounds. Well that might not be livin', but it sure as hell ain't dyin'. And dyin's what these white boys been doin' for going on three years now. Dyin' by the thousands, dyin' for YOU, fool! I know 'cause I dug their graves. And all the time I'm diggin', I'm askin' myself, 'when, O Lord, when's gonna be our time?' The time's comin' when we all gonna hafta ante up and kick in like men, LIKE MEN! You watch who you callin' nigger. If there's any niggers 'round here, it's YOU! Smart-mouthed, stupid-ass, swamp-runnin' nigger! And if you ain't careful, that's all you ever gonna be!
— Sgt. Rawlins to Trip, Glory
Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I think I'm entitled.
Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth!
Jessep: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it, you? You, Lieutenant Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom! You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines! You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know! That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives! And my existence, while grotesque, and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall! You need me on that wall! We use words like 'Honor,' 'Code,' 'Loyalty!' We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline! I have neither the time, nor the inclination, to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said 'Thank you', and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand at post! Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
Kaffee: I think I'm entitled.
Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth!
Jessep: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it, you? You, Lieutenant Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom! You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines! You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know! That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives! And my existence, while grotesque, and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall! You need me on that wall! We use words like 'Honor,' 'Code,' 'Loyalty!' We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline! I have neither the time, nor the inclination, to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said 'Thank you', and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand at post! Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, pal! Jesus, there you go trying to pass the buck. I'm the source of all your misery. Who closed the store to play hockey? Who closed the store to go to a wake? Who tried to win back his ex-girlfriend without even discussing how he felt with his present one? You wanna blame somebody? Blame yourself. I'm not even supposed to be here today. You sound like an asshole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here. You're here of your own volition. You like to think the weight of the world rests on your shoulder. Like this place would fall apart if Dante wasn't here. Jesus, you overcompensate for having what's basically a monkey's job. You push fucking buttons. Anybody can waltz in here and do our jobs. You — You're so obsessed with making it seem so much more epic, so much more important than it really is. Christ, you work in a convenience store, Dante! And badly, I might add! I work in a shitty video store, badly as well. You know, that guy Jay's got it right, man. He has no delusions about what he does. Us, we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people that come in here to buy a paper, or, God forbid, cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so fucking advanced, what are we doing working here?
— Randal to Dante at the end of Clerks
So that's the way you see all this time we've spent together? That's weird, man. I though you were the only guy in the world who got me and had my back... the only person who'd take a bullet for me, 'cause I assumed you felt the same way I feel about you. Then, all of a sudden, one day, you're like, I'm moving. Bye. Do you know what that's been like for me? I'm looking at a future that just sucks, because you're not gonna be in it anymore. And you're not even throwing me over for a life that means something to you. It's just a stupid, hollow existence you think you should embrace because you're getting old or something, because it's the kind of life everyone else goes after. You're a fucking drone, dude. ... But now what the fuck am I gonna do for the rest of my life? I mean, shit, really wish you would've told me this when I first met you, that one day you were gonna bail on our friendship, because if I had known you were just gonna flake on me a few decades later... I wouldn't have bothered with your ass in the first place. ... Oh, then, man, you must love this guy, 'cause he's the biggest pussy I ever met. The dude who lives his life according to everyone else's standards. I got to go to Florida 'cause that's what's expected of me. And the fuckin' insane part is, he ain't even that crazy about the chick he's marrying in Florida, never mind the fact that he's got a perfectly good chick right here in Jersey who he's nuts about, and even Anne fuckin' Frank could see she's nuts about him. God knows why. And she likes you for who you are, man. She ain't trying to stuff you into a box you'll never fit into. Not to mention the fact that she's carrying your hideous fucking CHUD of a kid. Jesus, if you had any sense whatsoever, you'd fucking stop trying to bray it up with the rest of the sheep, and live life the way it makes sense for you, you fucking ass!
— Randal to Dante at the end of Clerks II
Dante: Oh, would you shut the fuck up?!
Randal: ...That's not the line, man. What are you doin'?
Dante: My whole life, y-you've been running your mouth a million miles an hour and saying absolutely nothing! I gotta listen to you talk shit about everybody and everything you think, as though the world's waiting for you to weigh in! Nobody fucking cares!
Randal: Oh, real nice, pal! Get me all worked up, because it's not like I had a heart attack and almost—
Dante: "—died! I almost died! From a heart attack! Did I not mention that a coupla thousand times yet?"
Randal: Fuck! You!
Dante: "Hey everybody! Look at me! I'm The Boy Who Lived!"
Randal: Uh-huh.
Dante: "So I gotta make a movie all about what a relentless fuckin' asshole I am to everybody I ever met, especially my so-called fuckin' friends!"
Randal: Oh, we're not friends anymore, man. You can fuckin' believe that shit.
Dante: Well, good!
Randal: Yeah?
Dante: Because if we're not friends, I don't have to worry anymore what the cold hard truth might do to your poor widdle heart!
Randal: Oh, don't worry about me, pal, I'll be just fine.
Dante: So since I can be completely honest with you?
Randal: Oh, please, be completely honest.
Dante: You think you deserve a movie?
Randal: Yeah.
Dante: What did you ever do in life but watch it? And mock it?
Randal: What have you ever fucking done?
Dante: I had a life. I was this close to happily ever after and then... one drunk driver later... my movie's over… forever. No happy ending! No sequel! Not even a third fuckin' act! Just “fuck you, and, oh, by the way, fuck you!” Credits! But, hey… What's that compared to a heart attack? I mean, shiiiiiit! You could've almost died, right?!
Randal: Yeah.
Dante: Well some of us did die. Some of us have been dead inside ever since. But then, just when I'm able to walk into this place without wanting to kill myself every day, you have an idea. You wanna make a movie about your life—oh and you, you've been very clear about that. It's your life! Well get this, you self-centered gaping wound of a human being with your insatiable fucking ego!
Randal: What the fuck?
Dante: Your life IS my life! I've been there with you the whole time! And since you know how hard that life's been on me, did it ever occur to you that maybe I didn't want to relive that fucking life? So I quit... as your producer. And I quit... as your fucking friend. 'Cause I'm not even supposed to b-
Randal: ...That's not the line, man. What are you doin'?
Dante: My whole life, y-you've been running your mouth a million miles an hour and saying absolutely nothing! I gotta listen to you talk shit about everybody and everything you think, as though the world's waiting for you to weigh in! Nobody fucking cares!
Randal: Oh, real nice, pal! Get me all worked up, because it's not like I had a heart attack and almost—
Dante: "—died! I almost died! From a heart attack! Did I not mention that a coupla thousand times yet?"
Randal: Fuck! You!
Dante: "Hey everybody! Look at me! I'm The Boy Who Lived!"
Randal: Uh-huh.
Dante: "So I gotta make a movie all about what a relentless fuckin' asshole I am to everybody I ever met, especially my so-called fuckin' friends!"
Randal: Oh, we're not friends anymore, man. You can fuckin' believe that shit.
Dante: Well, good!
Randal: Yeah?
Dante: Because if we're not friends, I don't have to worry anymore what the cold hard truth might do to your poor widdle heart!
Randal: Oh, don't worry about me, pal, I'll be just fine.
Dante: So since I can be completely honest with you?
Randal: Oh, please, be completely honest.
Dante: You think you deserve a movie?
Randal: Yeah.
Dante: What did you ever do in life but watch it? And mock it?
Randal: What have you ever fucking done?
Dante: I had a life. I was this close to happily ever after and then... one drunk driver later... my movie's over… forever. No happy ending! No sequel! Not even a third fuckin' act! Just “fuck you, and, oh, by the way, fuck you!” Credits! But, hey… What's that compared to a heart attack? I mean, shiiiiiit! You could've almost died, right?!
Randal: Yeah.
Dante: Well some of us did die. Some of us have been dead inside ever since. But then, just when I'm able to walk into this place without wanting to kill myself every day, you have an idea. You wanna make a movie about your life—oh and you, you've been very clear about that. It's your life! Well get this, you self-centered gaping wound of a human being with your insatiable fucking ego!
Randal: What the fuck?
Dante: Your life IS my life! I've been there with you the whole time! And since you know how hard that life's been on me, did it ever occur to you that maybe I didn't want to relive that fucking life? So I quit... as your producer. And I quit... as your fucking friend. 'Cause I'm not even supposed to b-
Yogi, that's the problem, all the thinking. Hey, you know what would be great? If you didn't think. If you could just be a regular bear. You know — sit in the woods minding his own business. But nope, you're different, you're smart, and you'd rather spend your days being selfish and destructive while everyone else pays the price. I'm sure it's never been enough screwing up my life. This time, you had to go down and destroy this entire park. So tell me, Yogi. How smart are you now?
— Ranger Smith, Yogi Bear
Juror #11: What kind of a man are you? You have sat here and voted guilty with everyone else, because there are some baseball tickets burning a hole in your pocket. Now you have changed your vote because you say you're sick of all the talking? Who tells you that you have the right to play like this with a man's life? Don't you care?
Juror #7: Now, wait a minute. You can't talk that like that to me.
Juror #11: I can talk like that to you! If you want to vote not guilty, do it because you are convinced he is not guilty, not because you've had enough. And if you think he is guilty, then vote that way. Or don't you have the guts to do what you think is right?
Juror #7: Now, wait a minute. You can't talk that like that to me.
Juror #11: I can talk like that to you! If you want to vote not guilty, do it because you are convinced he is not guilty, not because you've had enough. And if you think he is guilty, then vote that way. Or don't you have the guts to do what you think is right?
Ms. Levias: You're an egomanical windbag.
Mr. Clark: Who are you talking to?
Ms. Levias: I'm talking to you. You like to whip people who can't fight back. I thought I could take it because I had a father in the same kind of vein that makes you such a bastard, but I was wrong. Life's too short. I will not endure you any longer!
Mr. Clark: You won't endure ME?
Ms. Levias: The only reason I haven't walked out and half the staff along with me is because those children need us here.
Mr. Clark: Oh, the children need you?
Ms. Levias: You're so busy talking discipline, you forget to educate!
Mr. Clark: Is that so? Then what the hell do you think I've been doing all this time?
Ms. Levias: So you cleaned it up. That was the easy part.
Mr. Clark: That's the easy part?
Ms. Levias: Those children want to be helped. They have worked their hearts out for you, Joe. Done everything we've asked them, believed what we told them. But I feel sorry for them. They're not ready to take that test!
Mr. Clark: What the hell are you talking about? I have done everything —
Ms. Levias: I! I! It is always I! There are 300 teachers on the faculty here! You do not do it all alone!
Mr. Clark: I don't have to stand here and listen to these accusations.
Ms. Levias: You will listen! You will stand there and you will listen!
Mr. Clark: All right, Ms. Levias. All right, go ahead and talk.
Ms. Levias: For the past seven months, you've been flapping your mouth and you haven't heard a thing. You haven't even seen what's painfully obvious.
Mr. Clark: I'll tell you what I do see, lady —
Ms. Levias: NO! I'M talking now! Let me finish! Everybody here may not like you as a person, but we all applaud your effort. But what you don't understand is that the same people who support you are the ones that you're beating up! You don't even take the time to say, Thank You, Job Well Done, nothing. You just step in their necks, constantly abuse them, criticize them.
Mr. Clark: Ms. Levias, what do you want from me? What the hell do you want?!
Ms. Levias: I want you to get this straight. Most of the teachers that are here are here because they care about those children out there, this school, this fight. They are in it with you. They take it home at night the same as you. They are part of those children's lives. You are thoughtless and cruel. And it hurts. And none of them deserve it. They are sick of it and so am I.
Mr. Clark: Who are you talking to?
Ms. Levias: I'm talking to you. You like to whip people who can't fight back. I thought I could take it because I had a father in the same kind of vein that makes you such a bastard, but I was wrong. Life's too short. I will not endure you any longer!
Mr. Clark: You won't endure ME?
Ms. Levias: The only reason I haven't walked out and half the staff along with me is because those children need us here.
Mr. Clark: Oh, the children need you?
Ms. Levias: You're so busy talking discipline, you forget to educate!
Mr. Clark: Is that so? Then what the hell do you think I've been doing all this time?
Ms. Levias: So you cleaned it up. That was the easy part.
Mr. Clark: That's the easy part?
Ms. Levias: Those children want to be helped. They have worked their hearts out for you, Joe. Done everything we've asked them, believed what we told them. But I feel sorry for them. They're not ready to take that test!
Mr. Clark: What the hell are you talking about? I have done everything —
Ms. Levias: I! I! It is always I! There are 300 teachers on the faculty here! You do not do it all alone!
Mr. Clark: I don't have to stand here and listen to these accusations.
Ms. Levias: You will listen! You will stand there and you will listen!
Mr. Clark: All right, Ms. Levias. All right, go ahead and talk.
Ms. Levias: For the past seven months, you've been flapping your mouth and you haven't heard a thing. You haven't even seen what's painfully obvious.
Mr. Clark: I'll tell you what I do see, lady —
Ms. Levias: NO! I'M talking now! Let me finish! Everybody here may not like you as a person, but we all applaud your effort. But what you don't understand is that the same people who support you are the ones that you're beating up! You don't even take the time to say, Thank You, Job Well Done, nothing. You just step in their necks, constantly abuse them, criticize them.
Mr. Clark: Ms. Levias, what do you want from me? What the hell do you want?!
Ms. Levias: I want you to get this straight. Most of the teachers that are here are here because they care about those children out there, this school, this fight. They are in it with you. They take it home at night the same as you. They are part of those children's lives. You are thoughtless and cruel. And it hurts. And none of them deserve it. They are sick of it and so am I.
You're a pest. A menace. A selfish, spoiled little boy and I've no use for you. You took something from me that I can never get back, something that means more to me than you ever will. You understand? I don't want to see you, I don't want to know you. Get out of my way.
— George Wilson to Dennis Mitchell, Dennis the Menace
I have a dream. It's not a big dream, it's just a little dream. My dream — and I hope you don't find this too crazy — is that I would like the people of this community to feel that if, God forbid, there were a fire, calling the fire department would actually be a wise thing to do. You can't have people, if their houses are burning down, saying, ‘Whatever you do, don't call the fire department!’ That would be bad.
— C.D. Charlie Bales, Roxanne
Let's imagine. If you glimpsed the future and were frightened by what you saw, what would you do with that information? You would go to...who? Politicians? Captains of industry? And how would you convince them? Data? Facts? Good luck. The only facts they won't challenge are the ones that keep the wheels greased and the dollars rolling in. Now, what if...what if there was a way of skipping the middleman, putting the critical news directly into everyone's heads? The probability of widespread annihilation kept going up. The only way to stop it was to show it, to scare people straight. What reasonable human being wouldn't be galvanized by the potential destruction of everything they've ever known or loved? To save civilization, I would show its collapse. But how do you think this vision was received? How do you think people responded to the prospect of imminent doom? They gobbled it up, like a chocolate éclair. They didn't fear their demise, they repackaged it! It can be enjoyed as video games, as TV shows, books, movies. The entire world wholeheartedly embraced the apocalypse, and sprinted towards it with gleeful abandon. Meanwhile, your Earth was crumbling all around you. You've got simultaneous epidemics of obesity and starvation! Explain that one! Bees and butterflies start to disappear, the glaciers melt, algae blooms all around you, the coal mine canaries are dropping dead, and you WON'T TAKE THE HINT! In every moment, there is the possibility of a better future, but you people won't believe it. And because you won't believe it, you won't do what is necessary to make it a reality. So you dwell on this terrible future and you resign yourselves to it, for one reason: because that future doesn't ask anything of you today. So, yes, we saw the iceberg, we warned the Titanic, but you all just steered for it anyway, full steam ahead. Why? Because you want to sink. You gave up. That's not the Monitor's fault. It's yours.
— Governor Nix, Tomorrowland
George Bailey: I'm in trouble, Mr. Potter. I need help. Through some sort of an accident, my company's short in their accounts. The bank examiner got there today. I've got to raise eight thousand dollars immediately.
Mr. Potter: Oh, that's what the reporters wanted to talk to you about.
George: The reporters?
Mr. Potter: Yes. They called me up from your Building and Loan. Oh, there's a man over there from the DA's office, too. He's looking for you too.
George: Please help me, Mr. Potter. Help me, won't you, please? Can't you see what it means to my family? I'll pay any sort of a bonus on the loan, any interest. If you still want the Building and Loan, I'm-
Mr. Potter: George, could it possibly be there's a slight discrepancy in the books?
George: No, sir, there's nothing wrong with the books. I've just misplaced eight thousand dollars. I can't find it anywhere.
Mr. Potter: You misplaced eight thousand dollars?
George: Yes, sir.
Mr. Potter: [looks at his bodyguard; they both know that George is lying and covering for Uncle Billy] Have you notified the police?
George: No, sir. I didn't want the publicity. Harry's homecoming tomorrow...
Mr. Potter: [chuckles] They're going to believe that one. What have you been doing, George? Playing the market with the company's money?
George: No sir. No sir, I haven't.
Mr. Potter: Or is it a woman, then? You know, it's all over town that you've been giving money to Violet Bick.
George: What?
Mr. Potter: Not that it makes any difference to me, but why did you come to me? Why don't you go to Sam Wainwright and ask him for the money?
George: I can't get a hold of him. He's in Europe.
Mr. Potter: Well, what about all your other friends?
George: They don't have that kind of money, Mr. Potter. You know that. You're the only one in town that can help me.
Mr. Potter: [chuckles] I've suddenly become quite important. But what kind of security would I have, George? Have you got any stocks? Bonds? Real estate? Collateral of any kind?
George: I have some life insurance. A $15,000 policy.
Mr. Potter: Yes. How much equity is in it?
George: Five hundred dollars.
Mr. Potter: Five hundred dollars, and you ask me to lend you $8,000? Look at you. You used to be so cocky. You were going to go out and conquer the world. You once called me "a warped, frustrated old man!" What are you but a warped, frustrated young man? A miserable little clerk crawling in here on your hands and knees, and begging for help. No securities, no stocks, no bonds, nothing but a miserable little $500 equity in a life insurance policy. [chuckles] You're worth more dead than alive! Why don't you go to the "riffraff" you love so much and ask them to let you have $8,000? You know why? Because they'd run you out of town on a rail. But I'll tell you what I'm going to do for you, George. Since the state examiner is still here, as a stockholder of the Building and Loan, I'm going to swear out a warrant for your arrest. Misappropriation of funds, manipulation, malfeasance... [sees George run off] All right, George, go ahead! You can't hide in a little town like this!
Mr. Potter: Oh, that's what the reporters wanted to talk to you about.
George: The reporters?
Mr. Potter: Yes. They called me up from your Building and Loan. Oh, there's a man over there from the DA's office, too. He's looking for you too.
George: Please help me, Mr. Potter. Help me, won't you, please? Can't you see what it means to my family? I'll pay any sort of a bonus on the loan, any interest. If you still want the Building and Loan, I'm-
Mr. Potter: George, could it possibly be there's a slight discrepancy in the books?
George: No, sir, there's nothing wrong with the books. I've just misplaced eight thousand dollars. I can't find it anywhere.
Mr. Potter: You misplaced eight thousand dollars?
George: Yes, sir.
Mr. Potter: [looks at his bodyguard; they both know that George is lying and covering for Uncle Billy] Have you notified the police?
George: No, sir. I didn't want the publicity. Harry's homecoming tomorrow...
Mr. Potter: [chuckles] They're going to believe that one. What have you been doing, George? Playing the market with the company's money?
George: No sir. No sir, I haven't.
Mr. Potter: Or is it a woman, then? You know, it's all over town that you've been giving money to Violet Bick.
George: What?
Mr. Potter: Not that it makes any difference to me, but why did you come to me? Why don't you go to Sam Wainwright and ask him for the money?
George: I can't get a hold of him. He's in Europe.
Mr. Potter: Well, what about all your other friends?
George: They don't have that kind of money, Mr. Potter. You know that. You're the only one in town that can help me.
Mr. Potter: [chuckles] I've suddenly become quite important. But what kind of security would I have, George? Have you got any stocks? Bonds? Real estate? Collateral of any kind?
George: I have some life insurance. A $15,000 policy.
Mr. Potter: Yes. How much equity is in it?
George: Five hundred dollars.
Mr. Potter: Five hundred dollars, and you ask me to lend you $8,000? Look at you. You used to be so cocky. You were going to go out and conquer the world. You once called me "a warped, frustrated old man!" What are you but a warped, frustrated young man? A miserable little clerk crawling in here on your hands and knees, and begging for help. No securities, no stocks, no bonds, nothing but a miserable little $500 equity in a life insurance policy. [chuckles] You're worth more dead than alive! Why don't you go to the "riffraff" you love so much and ask them to let you have $8,000? You know why? Because they'd run you out of town on a rail. But I'll tell you what I'm going to do for you, George. Since the state examiner is still here, as a stockholder of the Building and Loan, I'm going to swear out a warrant for your arrest. Misappropriation of funds, manipulation, malfeasance... [sees George run off] All right, George, go ahead! You can't hide in a little town like this!
Hector: Do you know what you've done? Do you know how many years our father worked for peace?
Paris: I love her.
Hector: Oh, it's all a game to you, isn't it? You roam from town to town, bedding merchants' wives and temple maids and you think you know something about love? What about your father's love? You spat on him when you brought her on-board this ship! What about the love for your country? You'd let Troy burn for this woman?! I will NOT let you start a war for her!
Paris: What you say is true, I've wronged you. I've wronged our father. If you want to take Helen back to Sparta, so be it... but I go with her.
Hector: To Sparta, they'll kill you!
Paris: Then I'll die fighting.
Hector: Oh, and that sounds heroic to you, to die fighting? Have you ever killed a man?
Paris: No.
Hector: Ever seen a man die in combat?
Paris: No.
Hector: I've killed men. I've heard them dying, I've watched them dying and there's nothing glorious about it! Nothing poetic! You say you're willing to die for love, but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!
Paris: All the same, I go with her. I won't ask you to fight my war.
Hector: You already have.
Paris: I love her.
Hector: Oh, it's all a game to you, isn't it? You roam from town to town, bedding merchants' wives and temple maids and you think you know something about love? What about your father's love? You spat on him when you brought her on-board this ship! What about the love for your country? You'd let Troy burn for this woman?! I will NOT let you start a war for her!
Paris: What you say is true, I've wronged you. I've wronged our father. If you want to take Helen back to Sparta, so be it... but I go with her.
Hector: To Sparta, they'll kill you!
Paris: Then I'll die fighting.
Hector: Oh, and that sounds heroic to you, to die fighting? Have you ever killed a man?
Paris: No.
Hector: Ever seen a man die in combat?
Paris: No.
Hector: I've killed men. I've heard them dying, I've watched them dying and there's nothing glorious about it! Nothing poetic! You say you're willing to die for love, but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!
Paris: All the same, I go with her. I won't ask you to fight my war.
Hector: You already have.
— Troy
Gordon Gekko: [smugly] Hiya, Buddy.
Bud Fox: Gordon.
Gekko: [still smug] You sandbagged me on Bluestar, huh? [chuckles again] I guess you think you taught the teacher a lesson, that the tail can wag the dog, huh? [sighs while crushing his cigarette with his foot] Well, let me clue you in, pal. The ice is melting right underneath your feet. [suddenly punches Bud and grabs him by the collar] Did you think you could've gotten this far this fast with anybody else, huh? You think you'd be out there dicking someone like Darien? No. You'd be cold-calling widows and dentists trying to buy 20 shares of some fucking dog-shit stock. I took you in. [hits Fox a 2nd time] A NOBODY! [hits him again] I opened the doors for you. I showed you how the system works. The value of information, how to get it! Fulham Oil, Brant Resources, Geodynamics. And this is how you fucking pay me back, you cockroach! [hits him a 4th time, but the force of the hit knocks Bud into the ground] I GAVE YOU DARIEN! I GAVE YOU YOUR MANHOOD, I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! [calms down, then tosses a handkerchief to Bud to clean off the blood on his lip.] You could have been one of the great ones, Buddy. I look at you, and I see myself. Why?
Bud: [gets up] I don't know. I guess I realised I'm just Bud Fox. [firmly] As much as I wanted to be Gordon Gekko, I'll always be Bud Fox. [tosses back the handkerchief and walks away, leaving Gekko to ponder in thought]
Bud Fox: Gordon.
Gekko: [still smug] You sandbagged me on Bluestar, huh? [chuckles again] I guess you think you taught the teacher a lesson, that the tail can wag the dog, huh? [sighs while crushing his cigarette with his foot] Well, let me clue you in, pal. The ice is melting right underneath your feet. [suddenly punches Bud and grabs him by the collar] Did you think you could've gotten this far this fast with anybody else, huh? You think you'd be out there dicking someone like Darien? No. You'd be cold-calling widows and dentists trying to buy 20 shares of some fucking dog-shit stock. I took you in. [hits Fox a 2nd time] A NOBODY! [hits him again] I opened the doors for you. I showed you how the system works. The value of information, how to get it! Fulham Oil, Brant Resources, Geodynamics. And this is how you fucking pay me back, you cockroach! [hits him a 4th time, but the force of the hit knocks Bud into the ground] I GAVE YOU DARIEN! I GAVE YOU YOUR MANHOOD, I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! [calms down, then tosses a handkerchief to Bud to clean off the blood on his lip.] You could have been one of the great ones, Buddy. I look at you, and I see myself. Why?
Bud: [gets up] I don't know. I guess I realised I'm just Bud Fox. [firmly] As much as I wanted to be Gordon Gekko, I'll always be Bud Fox. [tosses back the handkerchief and walks away, leaving Gekko to ponder in thought]
Daniel Plainview: You're not the chosen brother, Eli. Twas Paul who was chosen. You see, he found me and told me about your land. You're just a fool.
Eli Sunday: Why are you talking about Paul?
Daniel Plainview: I did what your brother couldn't.
Eli Sunday: Don't say this to me.
Daniel Plainview: I broke you and I beat you. It was Paul who told me about you. He's the prophet. He's the smart one. He knew what was there and he found me to take it out of the ground, and you know what the funny thing is? Listen... listen... listen... I paid him ten thousand dollars, cash in hand, [claps hands] just like that. He has his own company now. A prosperous little business. Three wells producing. Five thousand dollars a week.
Eli Sunday: [cries]
Daniel Plainview: Stop crying, you sniveling ass! Stop your nonsense. You're just the afterbirth, Eli.
Eli Sunday: No...
Daniel Plainview: You slithered out of your mother's filth.
Eli Sunday: No.
Daniel Plainview: They should have put you in a glass jar on a mantlepiece. Where were you when Paul was suckling at his mother's teat? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor Eli? One of Bandy's sows? That land has been had. Nothing you can do about it. It's gone. It's had.
Eli Sunday: If you would just take...
Daniel Plainview: You lose.
Eli Sunday: ...this lease, Daniel...
Daniel Plainview: DRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAGE! DRAINAGE, Eli, you boy. Drained dry. I'm so sorry. Here, if you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw. There it is, that's a straw, you see? Watch it. Now, my straw reaches acroooooooossssssss the room and starts to drink your milkshake. I... drink... your... milkshake! (*makes slurping sound*) I DRINK IT UP!
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other", because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go! Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. [throws ring in Holly's lap] Here. I've been carrying this thing around for months. I don't want it anymore.
— Paul Varjak, Breakfast at Tiffany's
My wounds will heal. What about yours? Look around you, James. Look. This is what's left of your world. Everything you ever stood for, everything you believed in, a ruin.
— Franz Oberhauser/Ernst Stavro Blofeld to James Bond, Spectre
You don't have the guts to look 'em in the eye when you kill 'em. You gotta hide with that fucking shit. I bet you feel good, huh? It makes you feel good to kill a mom and her kids, huh, bet you feel big, like you big man. Well, fuck you! Who do you think I am? You think I kill two kids and a woman? Fuck that! I don't need that shit in my life! [sees that Alberto is about to detonate the car bomb] YOU DIE, MOTHERFUCKER!!! [shoots Alberto in the face, killing him] What you think I am, huh? What you think I am, fuckin' worm, like you? I told you, man! I told you, don't fuck with me! I told you, no fuckin' kids! No, but you wouldn't listen! Well, you stupid fuck! Look at you now!
— Tony Montana, Scarface (1983)
Richard Hayden: Hey, I was just thinking, when we stopped for gas this morning, I think it was you who put the oil in.
Tommy Callahan: Hey, if you're gonna say I didn't put the right kind, then you're wrong. I used 10W-30. And besides, motor oil would have nothing to do with this accident.
Richard: True. But you can't latch the hood too well if you don't take the can out, you no-selling waste of space! I swear to God you're worthless!
Tommy: I'm sorry about your car. But don't call me worthless. I'm trying my best. I'm not my dad.
Richard: That's right. You're not your dad. He could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves.
Tommy: Ketchup popsicle?
Richard: Yeah. I learned everything I know from him. I didn't have a father, and he looked out for me. But you! He was your real dad and you just took it for granted. "Hey, I'm Big Tom's son, he'll fix everything, so I'm allowed to be a moron!"
Tommy Callahan: Hey, if you're gonna say I didn't put the right kind, then you're wrong. I used 10W-30. And besides, motor oil would have nothing to do with this accident.
Richard: True. But you can't latch the hood too well if you don't take the can out, you no-selling waste of space! I swear to God you're worthless!
Tommy: I'm sorry about your car. But don't call me worthless. I'm trying my best. I'm not my dad.
Richard: That's right. You're not your dad. He could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves.
Tommy: Ketchup popsicle?
Richard: Yeah. I learned everything I know from him. I didn't have a father, and he looked out for me. But you! He was your real dad and you just took it for granted. "Hey, I'm Big Tom's son, he'll fix everything, so I'm allowed to be a moron!"
There's a problem: I don't like you. I never have, and I probably never will. You're a smug, unhappy little man who treats people like they're idiots.
— Client to Richard Hayden, Tommy Boy
Okay, Mrs. X, now it's time for a few simple childcare rules. Slamming the door in your kid's face is not okay! Spending more time on a benefit for kids you never met than you do with your own blood is not okay! Going to a spa when your son has a fever of 104 and not answering emergency calls?! That officially makes you an unfit mother! [...] Now I know that you're really busy with your hair appointments, and your Watsu massages, and your attempts to stay young so your husband won't leave you, but here's an idea, why don't you try eating dinner with your child every once in a blue moon? And a heads up here, lady! Try smiling once in a while. People hate you! As for you, Mr. X? Who the hell are you? Maybe you're asking the same about me, I know you've noticed my ass but you probably don't recognize my face, so, here's a little hint, okay? I'm the one who's been raising your son! ...Grayer is not an accessory, his mother didn't order him from a catalog. Your son, your wife, are, are people in your home. Human beings who are drowning in their desire for you, just for you to look at them!
— Annie to Mrs. X, The Nanny Diaries
Shut the fuck up!! ...She has one single iota of tenuous power! She thinks she can push everyone around?! [grabs Janice's stapler] You don't need this. [throws the stapler against a wall] I understand. Junior high must have been kinda tough, but it doesn't give you the right to treat your workers like horse shit, Janice. I know we laugh at you, Janice. We all know you keep your stash of jelly doughnuts in the top drawer of your desk. But I want you to know, if you weren't such a bitch, we'd feel sorry for you. I do feel sorry for you. But as it stands? The way you behave? I feel I can speak for the entire office when I tell you go fuck yourself.
— Wesley to his boss Janice, Wanted
Sgt. Hulka: It's time you and me had a private talk, Winger. Step into my office.
(they walk into the platoon bathroom)
Hulka: I'm getting the idea, Winger, that you don't like me.
John Winger: Maybe I just don't know you well enough yet, Sarge.
Hulka: What do you say let's cut out the bullshit between you and me.
Winger: Oh, let's.
Hulka: I think you're a punk. I've been in this Army 28 years. I've seen your kind come and go. You think you know something about everything, don't you? Let me tell you something, mister. You don't know a damn thing about soldiering.
Winger: Oh, it's real tough stuff. Especially that marching-in-a-straight-line business.
Hulka: I ain't talking about that crap! I'm talking about something important. Like discipline and duty and honor and courage. You ain't got none of it.
Winger: Those words mean so much to a man who scrubs garbage cans. Look, if you don't want me in your Army, kick me out... but get off my back.
Hulka: (glares at Winger) Maybe you'd like to take a swing at me.
Winger: I’d like to take a big swing at you, Sarge.
Hulka: Well, go ahead and give it your best shot.
Winger: I don't think I wanna go to the stockade.
Hulka: I’ll take my hat off. (removes his hat) There we are, Winger. Ain't no more drill sergeant. It's just you and me, kid, man-to-man. So go ahead, give it your best shot. Swing at me. Gutless. Punk.
(Winger takes a swing at Hulka, who sidesteps and knees Winger’s stomach)
Hulka: I’m willing to forget about this little incident. And I want you to think real hard about it. And maybe someday you'll understand what the hell I'm talking about.
— Stripes
Mayor May Who: Martha May...please become Mrs. Augustus May Who.
Martha May: Augustus....
Mayor May Who: If you agree to be my wife...along with a lifetime supply of happiness, you'll also receive this: It's a new car! Generously provided by the taxpayers of Whoville! What do you say, Martha? You got 20 seconds on the clock.
Martha May: I... These gifts are quite dazzling.
[The Grinch drags one of his fingernails along the car body, loudly interrupting the proposal]
The Grinch: Of course they are. That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's always been about! Gifts! Gifts. Gifts-gifts-gifts-gifts-gifts-gifts! You want to know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage. You see what I'm saying? In-your-garbage! I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump! And the avarice. The avarice never ends! "I want golf clubs." "I want diamonds." "I want a pony, so I can ride it twice, get bored, and sell it to make glue!" Look, I don't want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is... stupid, stupid, stupid! There is, however one teeny-tiny Christmas tradition I find quite... meaningful. Mistletoe. Now, pucker up and kiss it, Whoville! Boiiiiiiiiinggggg!
Martha May: Augustus....
Mayor May Who: If you agree to be my wife...along with a lifetime supply of happiness, you'll also receive this: It's a new car! Generously provided by the taxpayers of Whoville! What do you say, Martha? You got 20 seconds on the clock.
Martha May: I... These gifts are quite dazzling.
[The Grinch drags one of his fingernails along the car body, loudly interrupting the proposal]
The Grinch: Of course they are. That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's always been about! Gifts! Gifts. Gifts-gifts-gifts-gifts-gifts-gifts! You want to know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage. You see what I'm saying? In-your-garbage! I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump! And the avarice. The avarice never ends! "I want golf clubs." "I want diamonds." "I want a pony, so I can ride it twice, get bored, and sell it to make glue!" Look, I don't want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is... stupid, stupid, stupid! There is, however one teeny-tiny Christmas tradition I find quite... meaningful. Mistletoe. Now, pucker up and kiss it, Whoville! Boiiiiiiiiinggggg!
You... you're afraid... that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader!
— Rey to Kylo Ren, The Force Awakens
Supreme Leader Snoke: When I found you, I saw what all masters live to see. Raw, untamed power. And beyond that, something truly special. The potential of your bloodline. A new Vader. Now I fear I was mistaken.
Kylo Ren: I've given everything I have to you. To the Dark Side.
Snoke: Take that ridiculous thing off.
[Kylo removes his mask, revealing himself to be on the verge of tears.]
Snoke: Yes, there it is. You have too much of your father's heart in you, young Solo.
Kylo: I killed Han Solo. When the moment came I didn't hesitate!
Snoke: And look at you. The deed split your spirit to the bone! You were unbalanced, bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber! YOU FAILED!
[Kylo gets up to attack Snoke, but is thrown back by Snoke's Force Lightning.]
Snoke: Skywalker lives! The seed of the Jedi Order lives. As long as he does, hope lives within the galaxy. I thought you would be the one to snuff it out. Alas, you're no Vader. You're just a child in a mask.
Kylo Ren: I've given everything I have to you. To the Dark Side.
Snoke: Take that ridiculous thing off.
[Kylo removes his mask, revealing himself to be on the verge of tears.]
Snoke: Yes, there it is. You have too much of your father's heart in you, young Solo.
Kylo: I killed Han Solo. When the moment came I didn't hesitate!
Snoke: And look at you. The deed split your spirit to the bone! You were unbalanced, bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber! YOU FAILED!
[Kylo gets up to attack Snoke, but is thrown back by Snoke's Force Lightning.]
Snoke: Skywalker lives! The seed of the Jedi Order lives. As long as he does, hope lives within the galaxy. I thought you would be the one to snuff it out. Alas, you're no Vader. You're just a child in a mask.
Are you fueling up the transports? You are. All of them? We're abandoning ship? Is that... That's what you got? That's what you brought us to? COWARD! Those transport ships are unarmed, unshielded! If we abandon this cruiser, we're done. We don't stand a chance. No, you are not just a coward... You are a traitor!
— Commander Poe to Holdo, The Last Jedi
You call for order. You beat us down. But when your shiny neck was threatened, you squealed like a whoop hog. The evidence blew up with the base but you and I know the truth. When I put a gun to your head, you shut down Starkiller's shields. Now what would your troops do if they found out? Or your masters?
— Finn to Captain Phasma, The Last Jedi
Annie: I don't wanna say anything. I've tried saying...
Peter: Okay, so try again. Release yourself.
Annie: Oh, release you, you mean?
Peter: Yeah, fine, release me, just say it! Just fucking say it!
Annie: DON'T YOU SWEAR AT ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT! DON'T YOU EVER RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME! I AM YOUR MOTHER! You understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that FUCKING FACE ON YOUR FACE! So full of disdain and resentment and always so annoyed! Well, now your sister is dead! And I know you miss her and I know it was an accident and I know you're in pain and I wish could take that away for you. I wish I could shield you from the knowledge that you did what you did, BUT YOUR SISTER IS DEAD! SHE'S GONE FOREVER! And what a waste... if it could've maybe brought us together, or something, if you could've just said "I'm sorry" or faced up to what happened, maybe then we could do something with this, BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANYTHING! So, now I can't accept. And I can't forgive. Because... BECAUSE NOBODY ADMITS ANYTHING THEY'VE DONE!
Peter: What about you Mom? She didn’t want to go to that party. So why was she there?
Peter: Okay, so try again. Release yourself.
Annie: Oh, release you, you mean?
Peter: Yeah, fine, release me, just say it! Just fucking say it!
Annie: DON'T YOU SWEAR AT ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT! DON'T YOU EVER RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME! I AM YOUR MOTHER! You understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that FUCKING FACE ON YOUR FACE! So full of disdain and resentment and always so annoyed! Well, now your sister is dead! And I know you miss her and I know it was an accident and I know you're in pain and I wish could take that away for you. I wish I could shield you from the knowledge that you did what you did, BUT YOUR SISTER IS DEAD! SHE'S GONE FOREVER! And what a waste... if it could've maybe brought us together, or something, if you could've just said "I'm sorry" or faced up to what happened, maybe then we could do something with this, BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANYTHING! So, now I can't accept. And I can't forgive. Because... BECAUSE NOBODY ADMITS ANYTHING THEY'VE DONE!
Peter: What about you Mom? She didn’t want to go to that party. So why was she there?
Y'know what I was thinking about today? I was thinking 'bout those street gangs they had down in Los Angeles, those Crips and those Bloods? I was thinking about that buncha new laws they came up with, in the 1980's, I think it was, to combat those street gangs, those Crips and those Bloods. And if I remember rightly, the gist of what those new laws were saying was if you join one of these gangs and you're running with 'em, and down the block one night, unbeknownst to you, one of your fellow Crips, or your fellow Bloods, shoot up a place or stab a guy, well then, even though you didn't know nothing about it, and even though you may've just been standing on a street corner minding your own business, what these new laws said was you're still culpable. You're still culpable, by the very act of joining those Crips, or those Bloods, in the first place. Which got me thinking, Father; that whole type of situation is kinda like your Church boys, ain't it? You've got your colors, you've got your clubhouse. You're, for want of a better word, a gang. And if you're upstairs smoking a pipe and reading a Bible while one of your fellow gang members is downstairs fucking an altar boy then, Father, just like those Crips, and just like those Bloods, you're culpable. Cause you joined the gang, man. And I don't care if you never did shit or you never saw shit or you never heard shit. You joined the gang. You're culpable. And when a person is culpable to altar-boy-fucking, or any kinda boy-fucking — I know you guys didn't really narrow that down — then they kinda forfeit the right to come into my house and say anything about me, or my life, or my daughter, or my billboards. So why don't you just finish your tea there, Father, and get the fuck outta my kitchen?
— Mildred Hayes, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri
Great. The good ol' "Raped While Dying" route home. Cause if there was two seconds in a day when I didn't think about her, and wasn't thinking about how she died... "There ya go, Robbie. Think about it some more, why don’t ya?" It’s good, too. That as much as a person might've tried to avoid the details of what happened, cause he didn’t think it'd do any good, and he didn't think he could bear it, it’s also good to be informed, in twenty-foot-high lettering and a real nice font, of the precise details of her last moments, y’know? That it wasn’t enough that she was RAPED. And it wasn’t enough that she DIED. No. "Raped WHILE Dying". (sarcastically) Thank you, Mom.
— Robbie to Mildred, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri
Wow. Y'know, I know I'm not that much of a catch. I know I'm a dwarf who sells used cars and has a drinking problem. I know that. But who the hell are you, man? You're that billboard lady who never smiles, who never has a good word to say about anybody, and who in the evening times, sets fucking fire to police stations! And I'M the one who's not a catch? You know, I didn't have to come and hold your ladder.
— James to Mildred, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri
Faulkner: You know I... had a speech prepared for you. I've been rehearsing it for 3 months; it was pretty good as a matter of fact. All about the betrayals and dead friends, kind of passionate requiem, and naturally what a filthy cold-blooded monster you are, etc, etc. That part was very eloquent. It even went into the philosophical implications of the relationships between the mercenary and his employer. You would have been impressed. But right now, face to face with you, I don't want to go through all that. See, I don't mind taking money from you. But having you offer me money for your life with all those bodies littering Africa is actually... degrading. So I turn down your arrangement.
Matherson: I see...well...(nervous laugh) I suppose you'd better kill me!
Faulkner: You're a remarkable man too, Sir Edward. So I suppose I better had.
Matherson: Now just wait a minute, I—(Killed Mid-Sentence)
Matherson: I see...well...(nervous laugh) I suppose you'd better kill me!
Faulkner: You're a remarkable man too, Sir Edward. So I suppose I better had.
Matherson: Now just wait a minute, I—(Killed Mid-Sentence)
My name is Frank. But that's not important. The important question is 'Who are you? 'America has become a cruel and vicious place. We reward the shallowest, the dumbest, the meanest and the loudest. We no longer have any common sense or decency. No sense of shame. There is no right and wrong. The worst qualities in people are looked up to and celebrated. Lying and spreading fear are fine. As long as you make money doin' it. We've become a nation of slogan-saying, bile-spewing hate-mongers. We've lost our kindness. We've lost our soul. What have we become? We take the weakest in our society, we hold them up to be ridiculed, laughed at for our sport and entertainment. Laughed at to the point, where they would literally rather kill themselves than live with us anymore.
— Frank, God Bless America
Don't walk away from me, Mom! You're not going to walk away from me! I am not invisible! Talk to me! Now! [beat] Yes, I made a mistake! Yes, I am really, really sorry it was a big mistake! I know that! ...You make mistakes, you're always screwing up and we're always paying for it! Every time you get dumped, every time you dump on someone, and it's just- it's not fair, Mom! It is not fair!
— Charlotte to Rachel, Mermaids (1990)
Rachel: There's no winning. You made sure of that. 'Cause if Nick chose me, he would lose his family. And if he chose his family, he might spend the rest of his life resenting you.
Eleanor: (Beat) So you chose for him...
Rachel: I'm not leaving because I'm scared, or because I think I'm not enough - because maybe for the first time in my life, I know I am. I just love Nick so much, I don't want him to lose his mom again. So I just wanted you to know: that one day - when he marries another lucky girl who is enough for you, and you're playing with your grandkids while the Tan Hua's are blooming, and the birds are chirping - that it was because of me: a poor, raised by a single mother, low class, immigrant nobody.
Eleanor: (Beat) So you chose for him...
Rachel: I'm not leaving because I'm scared, or because I think I'm not enough - because maybe for the first time in my life, I know I am. I just love Nick so much, I don't want him to lose his mom again. So I just wanted you to know: that one day - when he marries another lucky girl who is enough for you, and you're playing with your grandkids while the Tan Hua's are blooming, and the birds are chirping - that it was because of me: a poor, raised by a single mother, low class, immigrant nobody.
Clearly, you're brilliant. Out of anyone I've ever met, you have the sharpest mind. A man like you... would never fail to notice this blood. Of course you'd notice. And when you do, you'd be suspicious. You'd scrutinise it, realise it's a scheme and see through my plan. YOU HAVE TO, BECAUSE YOU'RE SMART! That's why you'd be suspicious, and would recall how I'd swapped cards on the ship, and that I had the chance here. Then you'd snicker... how foolish I am. You'd be completely convinced. And why not? After all, your opponent is trash compared to someone like you. TRASH! You'd gloat. Because you're superior. NO TRASH HAS EVER COME CLOSE TO BEATING YOU. SO I USED YOUR ARROGANT SUPERIORITY AGAINST YOU! AND THIS PATHETIC SLAVE BEAT YOU! I won. I won, damn it! GIVE ME 500 MILLION!
— Kaiji Itō calling out Yukio Tonegawa after beating him in a crucial card game, Kaiji: The Ultimate Gambler
They're all here pushing. Supporting my weight, making me a winner. SO GIVE IT UP! ALL THE MONEY, LIVES AND SOULS YOU'VE GOBBLED! HOPE, DESPAIR, TEARS! SPIT IT OUT! Go... GO!
— Kaiji Itō towards a rigged pachinko machine, 'The Swamp', Kaiji 2: The Ultimate Gambler
Sugawara: W-WE'LL KILL YOU!
Kaiji: What the hell? You're shaking like leaves! That's why you could never do it! You play by the book and can't come up with stopgap measures. You just go with the flow! You bums will never break out if you're glued to each other like this! In fact, with your kinda life, you'll just be bums again even when you're reborn. Bums. Bums! BUMS! JUST AN ENDLESS CYCLE OF DEBAUCHERY, FOLLOWED BY DEATH! AM I WRONG?!
Kaiji: What the hell? You're shaking like leaves! That's why you could never do it! You play by the book and can't come up with stopgap measures. You just go with the flow! You bums will never break out if you're glued to each other like this! In fact, with your kinda life, you'll just be bums again even when you're reborn. Bums. Bums! BUMS! JUST AN ENDLESS CYCLE OF DEBAUCHERY, FOLLOWED BY DEATH! AM I WRONG?!
WHAT A SAD SIGHT, KUROSAKI! YOU'VE MADE FOOLS OF THE DISPATCHERS AND TRAMPLED OVER THEM, ONLY FOR THEM TO PULL THE CARPET FROM UNDER YOU! YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW! WELCOME TO THE LIFE OF THE LOWER CLASS YOU'VE BEEN MOCKING THIS WHOLE TIME!
— Kaiji Itō calling out Yoshihiro Kurosaki after beating him in a balance scale game, Kaiji: Final Game
You know what dumb is? Dumb is not knowing who your friends are. Ernest is the only person in the world who cared about you. He tried to help you. He stood up for you when nobody else in the world even wanted to know you. Ernest is losing everything he cares about — his home, his job, everything. And all you can think about is what you want!
— Nurse St. Cloud, Ernest Goes to Camp
You can't touch anything without destroying it! Who the hell do you think you are hanging around here, huh? Get the hell outta here! Go you freak!
—Jim, Edward Scissorhands
You cling to your pathetic life, those closest to you betray you and those you claim to protect don't even know your name!
—The Witch Queen, The Last Witch Hunter
Your true love lives. And you marry another. True Love saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
—The Ancient Booer, The Princess Bride
To begin with, this case should never have come to trial. The state has not produced one iota of medical evidence that the crime Tom Robinson is charged with ever took place... It has relied instead upon the testimony of two witnesses, whose evidence has not only been called into serious question on cross-examination, but has been flatly contradicted by the defendant. Now, there is circumstantial evidence to indicate that Mayella Ewel was beaten - savagely, by someone who led exclusively with his left. And Tom Robinson now sits before you having taken the oath with the only good hand he possesses... his RIGHT. I have nothing but pity in my heart for the chief witness for the State. She is the victim of cruel poverty and ignorance. But my pity does not extend so far as to her putting a man's life at stake, which she has done in an effort to get rid of her own guilt. Now I say "guilt," gentlemen, because it was guilt that motivated her. She's committed no crime - she has merely broken a rigid and time-honored code of our society, a code so severe that whoever breaks it is hounded from our midst as unfit to live with. She must destroy the evidence of her offense. But what was the evidence of her offense? Tom Robinson, a human being. She must put Tom Robinson away from her. Tom Robinson was to her a daily reminder of what she did. Now, what did she do? She tempted a Negro. She was white, and she tempted a Negro. She did something that, in our society, is unspeakable. She kissed a black man. Not an old uncle, but a strong, young Negro man. No code mattered to her before she broke it, but it came crashing down on her afterwards. The witnesses for the State, with the exception of the sheriff of Maycomb County have presented themselves to you gentlemen, to this court in the cynical confidence that their testimony would not be doubted, confident that you gentlemen would go along with them on the assumption... the evil assumption that all Negroes lie, all Negroes are basically immoral beings, all Negro men are not to be trusted around our women. An assumption that one associates with minds of their caliber, and which is, in itself, gentlemen, a lie, which I do not need to point out to you. And so, a quiet, humble, respectable Negro, who has had the unmitigated TEMERITY to feel sorry for a white woman, has had to put his word against TWO white people's! The defendant is not guilty - but somebody in this courtroom is. Now, gentlemen, in this country, our courts are the great levelers. In our courts, all men are created equal. I'm no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and of our jury system - that's no ideal to me. That is a living, working reality! Now I am confident that you gentlemen will review, without passion, the evidence that you have heard, come to a decision and restore this man to his family. In the name of GOD, do your duty. In the name of God, believe... Tom Robinson.
—Atticus Finch, To Kill a Mockingbird
I got somethin' to say. And then I ain't gonna say no more. He took advantage of me. An' if you fine, fancy gentlemen ain't gonna do nothin' about it, then you're just a bunch of lousy, yella, stinkin' cowards, the - the whole bunch of ya, and your fancy airs don't come to nothin'. Your Ma'am'in' and your Miss Mayellarin' - it don't come to nothin', Mr. Finch, not... no.
—Mayella Ewell, To Kill a Mockingbird
I don't think he's lost. I think the bank's been offerin' extra reward money for us. I think Frank just figured on some easy pickins, didn't ya Frank? You're no Texas Ranger. You're hardly doin' your job. You ought to be home protectin' the rights of poor folk, not out chasin' after us!
—Clyde Barrow, Bonnie and Clyde
You're just like your brother. Ignorant, uneducated hillbilly, except the only special thing about you is your peculiar ideas about love-making, which is no love-making at all.
—Bonnie Parker to Clyde Barrow, Bonnie and Clyde
Yeah, right. How are you supposed to know? Fucking men like you built the hydrogen bomb. Men like you thought it up. You think you're so creative. You don't know what it's like to really create something; to create a life; to feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death and destruction...
—Sarah Connor to Miles Dyson, Terminator 2: Judgment Day
There are things you must do! It's your duty! You are no longer the Sister Mulan I adored. Because you wanted to escape, you caused the death of Brother Wentai, and you will cause the death of many of our brothers in the future. You are so selfish!
—Fei Xiaohu, Mulan: Rise of a Warrior
King Richard the Lionheart: How does your loyalty to Richard set on a killer of knights, a poacher of the king's deer and an outlaw?
Robin Hood: Those I've killed died from misusing the trust that Richard left them. And the worst rogue of these is the king's own brother.
Richard: Oh, then you blame Prince John?
Robin: No, I blame Richard. His task was defending his people instead of deserting them to fight in foreign lands.
Richard: What? You'd condemn the Holy Crusades?
Robin: I'll condemn anything that leaves the task of holding England to outlaws like me.
Robin Hood: Those I've killed died from misusing the trust that Richard left them. And the worst rogue of these is the king's own brother.
Richard: Oh, then you blame Prince John?
Robin: No, I blame Richard. His task was defending his people instead of deserting them to fight in foreign lands.
Richard: What? You'd condemn the Holy Crusades?
Robin: I'll condemn anything that leaves the task of holding England to outlaws like me.
You betrayed the Duke. You stole his wife. You took his castle. Now, only fools trust you; now, only a fool would. You're not the one, Uther.
—Merlin to Uther Pendragon, Excalibur
I only stole a few coins. A petty thief. But you've killed hundreds and robbed whole domains. Who is wicked, you or I?
—Kagemusha to Shingen Takeda, Kagemusha
Masakage Yamagata: How old are you, sire? Fifty-three, as I remember.
Shingen Takeda: Why?
Yamagata: And you still behave like a five-year-old child. People gather, scatter, they go left and right following their interests. That is not surprising. But then I find you like this. With such a narrow mind, you must not dream of rulership. Go back to your own domain. You are a mountain monkey. You should be gathering nuts in the mountains of Kai.
Shingen Takeda: Why?
Yamagata: And you still behave like a five-year-old child. People gather, scatter, they go left and right following their interests. That is not surprising. But then I find you like this. With such a narrow mind, you must not dream of rulership. Go back to your own domain. You are a mountain monkey. You should be gathering nuts in the mountains of Kai.
See? That's the thing with you plastics. You think everybody is in love with you when actually, everybody HATES you! Like, Aaron Samuels, for example, he broke up with Regina and guess what? He still doesn't want you! So why are you still messing with Regina, Cady? I'll tell you why, because you are a mean girl! You're a bitch! Here. You can have this. It won a prize.
—Janis Ian, Mean Girls
It's just so easy to blame a kid, isn't it! Just because a girl knows how to imitate a woman does not mean she's ready to do what a woman does. I mean, you're the grown-up here. If a kid is experimenting and says something flirtatious, you ignore it, you don't encourage it! If a kid says, 'Hey, let's make screwdrivers!', you take the alcohol away, and you don't race them to the next drink!
—Hayley Stark, Hard Candy
A man of Rohan? What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and their brats roll on the floor with the dogs? The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horsemaster! You are a lesser son of greater sires.
—Saruman, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Extended Edition
I would not trust Thranduil, the great king, to honor his word, should the end of all days be upon us! You, who lack all honor! I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once - starving, homeless, seeking your help. But you turned your back! You turned away from the suffering of my people, and the inferno that destroyed us! Ihm rheid ahm rhad al sul!
—Thorin Oakenshield, The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug
"Seeing that we're dissecting animals today, class, I'd like everyone to take a look at this one: James Dunn. Jimmy Dunn, or dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb. Notice the brain, devoid of all intelligent thought. Capable of only a C- average, barely passing high school. The mouth, big and loud, always running with nothing to say. Note the hands, only worthy of working at a drive-through like all of the rest of you. A true loser. A nothing. A nobody. You're a born loser Jimmy Dumb, and you always will be. You may be seated."
—Frank Hammond, Dance of the Dead
Nathan: Hey. Did you get a chance to write that check?
Suzie: Nathan, Joel and I are not going to that dinner. Okay?
Nathan: Gee, I wish you would have told me that before I went and bought those tickets.
Suzie: Joel never agreed to it, and neither did I.
Nathan: Well, it sure sounded like you guys were coming. I mean, Leslie was going to talk to you about it, but you don't return our calls. I mean, I already bought those tickets, and they're non-refundable. I really wish you guys had been a little more clear with me.
Suzie: Well, then, let me be clear with you now. When we say things like, "I don't think so," or "I'm not sure," or we close the door in your face, that means, "No." Why can't you get that?
Nathan: Well, it...
Suzie: Shut up! Okay. Let me be even more clear with you, Nathan. We. Don't. Like you. Is that clear enough for you? You're dull. You Talk Too Much!. You never listen. You're always in our yard. I don't know what the hell you're barbecuing over there, but it stinks. You lay out in your front yard and listen to your car radio! You are the worst neighbor in the world. We don't like you. Is that clear enough for you, Nathan? Is that clear?! Shut up!
Suzie: Nathan, Joel and I are not going to that dinner. Okay?
Nathan: Gee, I wish you would have told me that before I went and bought those tickets.
Suzie: Joel never agreed to it, and neither did I.
Nathan: Well, it sure sounded like you guys were coming. I mean, Leslie was going to talk to you about it, but you don't return our calls. I mean, I already bought those tickets, and they're non-refundable. I really wish you guys had been a little more clear with me.
Suzie: Well, then, let me be clear with you now. When we say things like, "I don't think so," or "I'm not sure," or we close the door in your face, that means, "No." Why can't you get that?
Nathan: Well, it...
Suzie: Shut up! Okay. Let me be even more clear with you, Nathan. We. Don't. Like you. Is that clear enough for you? You're dull. You Talk Too Much!. You never listen. You're always in our yard. I don't know what the hell you're barbecuing over there, but it stinks. You lay out in your front yard and listen to your car radio! You are the worst neighbor in the world. We don't like you. Is that clear enough for you, Nathan? Is that clear?! Shut up!
— Extract
Lucy: note What happened?
Peter: (glaring at Caspian) Ask him.
Susan: Peter-
Caspian: Me? You could have called it off. There was still time.
Peter: No, there wasn't, thanks to you. If you had stuck to the plan, those soldiers might still be alive.
Caspian: And if you had stayed here, like I suggested, they definitely would be!
Peter: You called us, remember?
Caspian: My first mistake.
Peter: No. Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people. (turns to walk away)
Caspian: HEY! (Peter turns to face him again) I am not the one who abandoned Narnia!
Peter: You invaded Narnia! You have no more right to rule it than Miraz does! You, him, your father- Narnia's better off without the lot of you!
Peter: (glaring at Caspian) Ask him.
Susan: Peter-
Caspian: Me? You could have called it off. There was still time.
Peter: No, there wasn't, thanks to you. If you had stuck to the plan, those soldiers might still be alive.
Caspian: And if you had stayed here, like I suggested, they definitely would be!
Peter: You called us, remember?
Caspian: My first mistake.
Peter: No. Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people. (turns to walk away)
Caspian: HEY! (Peter turns to face him again) I am not the one who abandoned Narnia!
Peter: You invaded Narnia! You have no more right to rule it than Miraz does! You, him, your father- Narnia's better off without the lot of you!
"Thor Odinson... you have betrayed the express command of your king. Through your arrogance and stupidity, you've opened these peaceful realms and innocent lives to the horror and desolation of war! You are unworthy of these realms, you're unworthy of your title, you're unworthy... of the loved ones you have betrayed! I now take from you your power! In the name of my father and his father before, I, Odin Allfather, cast you out!"
Black Widow: It's really not that complicated. I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out.
Loki: Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Dreykov's daughter, Sao Paulo, the hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's GUSHING red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!... I won't touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you! Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear! And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is MY bargain, you mewling quim!
Loki: Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Dreykov's daughter, Sao Paulo, the hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's GUSHING red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!... I won't touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you! Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear! And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is MY bargain, you mewling quim!
"The only matter I do not take seriously, boy, is you. Your politics bore me! Your demeanor is that of a pouting child. And apparently you alienated my favorite daughter, Gamora. I shall honor our agreement, Kree, if you bring me the Orb. But return to me again empty handed and I will bathe the star-ways with your blood."
—Thanos to Ronan the Accuser, Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
"Worthy? How could you be worthy? You're all killers. You want to protect the world, but you don't want it to change. There's only one path to peace... your extinction."
"I work for the State Department. Human resources. I know it's boring, but it enabled me to raise a son. I'm very proud of what he grew up to be. His name was Charlie Spencer. You murdered him. In Sokovia. Not that that matters in the least to you. You think you fight for us? You just fight for yourself. Who's going to avenge my son, Stark? He's dead... and I blame you."
—Miriam Spencer to Tony Stark, Captain America: Civil War
Loki: Fine. I guess I'll just have to go it alone. Like I've always done. Would you say something? Say something!
Thor: What would you like me to say? You faked your own death, you stole the throne, stripped Odin of his power, stranded him on Earth... to die, releasing the Goddess of Death. Have I said enough, or do you want me to go further back than the past two days?
Thor: What would you like me to say? You faked your own death, you stole the throne, stripped Odin of his power, stranded him on Earth... to die, releasing the Goddess of Death. Have I said enough, or do you want me to go further back than the past two days?
"You think I don't appreciate art? You think I don't understand fashion? You think I'm not hip? You think I'm pathetic? A nerd? A lard-ass fat-so? You think I'm shit? Well, you're wrong, 'cause I'm champagne, and you're shit! Until the day you die, you, not me, will always be shit!"
— Andy to Joy, Happiness (1998)
Melissa: I called that bed and breakfast in Napa. They said they had no record of you even checking in.
Stu: That's because we didn't go to Napa.
Melissa: Stu. What the fuck is going on?!
Stu: We went to Las Vegas.
Melissa: Oh, really? Las Vegas? Why would you go to Las Vegas?
Stu: Cuz my friend was getting married, and that's what guys do.
Melissa: That's not what YOU do!
Stu: Really?! Well, then why did I do it, huh?! Because I did it! Riddle me that! Why'd I do it? You know, sometimes I think all you want me to do is what you want me to do. Well, I'm sick of doing what you want me to do all the time. I think in a healthy relationship, sometimes a guy should be able to do what he wants.
Melissa: THAT IS NOT HOW THIS WORKS!!!
Stu: Oh, good! Because whatever this is ain't working for me!
Melissa: Oh, really?
Stu: Yeah.
Melissa: Since when?!
Stu: Since you fucked that waiter on your cruise last June! BOOM!
Melissa: You're an idiot!
Stu: You're... You... Ugh... You're such a bad person. Like, all the way through to your core. Alan, shall we dance?
Stu: That's because we didn't go to Napa.
Melissa: Stu. What the fuck is going on?!
Stu: We went to Las Vegas.
Melissa: Oh, really? Las Vegas? Why would you go to Las Vegas?
Stu: Cuz my friend was getting married, and that's what guys do.
Melissa: That's not what YOU do!
Stu: Really?! Well, then why did I do it, huh?! Because I did it! Riddle me that! Why'd I do it? You know, sometimes I think all you want me to do is what you want me to do. Well, I'm sick of doing what you want me to do all the time. I think in a healthy relationship, sometimes a guy should be able to do what he wants.
Melissa: THAT IS NOT HOW THIS WORKS!!!
Stu: Oh, good! Because whatever this is ain't working for me!
Melissa: Oh, really?
Stu: Yeah.
Melissa: Since when?!
Stu: Since you fucked that waiter on your cruise last June! BOOM!
Melissa: You're an idiot!
Stu: You're... You... Ugh... You're such a bad person. Like, all the way through to your core. Alan, shall we dance?
I got me something to say, it's about thirty years overdue. It's a mighty fine house, Major Terrill. A gentleman's house. Them's mighty fine clothes you're wearin'. Well, maybe you got some of these folks fooled, but you ain't got me fooled, not by a damn sight! The Hannasseys know and admire a real gentleman when they see one. And they recognise a high-toned skunk when they smell one! Now, I'm not here complainin' about twenty of your brave men who beat three of my boys until they couldn't stand. Maybe they had it comin'. Anyways, they're full growed and can take their lickin's. And I'm not here complainin' because I know you're trying to buy the Big Muddy, to keep my cows from water. Though it galls me sore to see the daughter of a genuine gentleman like Clem Maragon under this roof. I'll tell you why I'm here, Major Terrill. When you come ridin' roughshod over my land, scaring the kids and womenfolks, when you invade my home like you was the law or God almighty, then I say to you; I've seen every kind of critter God ever made, and I ain't ever seen a meaner, lower, more stinkin' yella hypocrite than you! Now, you can swallow up a lot of folks and make 'em like it, but you ain't swallowin' me. I'm stuck in your craw, Henry Terrill, and you can't spit me out. Ya hear me now; you rode into my place and beat my men for the last time! And I give you warnin'; you set foot in Blanco Canyon once more, and this country's gonna run red with blood until there ain't one of us left! Now, I don't hold mine so precious, so if you want to start, here. [throws his shotgun at Terrill's feet] Start now. [A tense silence follows] What's the matter? Can't ya shoot a man a-facin' yah? I'll make it easy for ya; here's my back.
—Rufus Hannassey to Major Terrill, The Big Country
"Doctor... Venkman. We believe that the purpose of science is to serve mankind. You, however, seem to regard science as some kind of dodge... or hustle. Your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe, your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable! You are a poor scientist, Dr. Venkman!"
—Dean Yeager to Peter Venkman, Ghostbusters (1984)
"You thought you were so special, better than everyone outside this room, you traded your freedom for the luxury of feeling superior! You accepted the group's will over your own conviction, no matter who you hurt. Oh! you thought you were just going along for the ride, that you could WALK AWAY at any moment, but where were you heading? How far would you have gone? Take a look at your future! Yes, you would've all made good Nazis, you would've put on the uniforms, turned your heads, and allowed your friends and neighbors to be persecuted and destroyed. Fascism isn't something those OTHER people did, it's right here! In all of us! You asked 'How could the German people do nothing as millions of innocent human beings were murdered? How could they claim they weren't involved? What causes people to deny their own history?' Well if history repeats itself, you'll all want to DENY what has happened to you in the Wave. But if our experiment is successful, you'll have learned that we're all responsible for our own actions, and that you must question what you do rather than blindly follow a leader. And that for the rest of your lives, you'll never allow a group's will to usurp your individual rights. I know this has been painful for you, it certainly has been for me, but it's a lesson we'll all share for the rest of our lives."
—Ben Ross to his students, The Wave (1981)
If you're not okay, that's okay. That's advice I gave. Six words that came out of my mouth that on that day you snatched up like a handout. #IAmNotOkay. A sentence that resonated with a nation... no, a generation scared to wake up in their own nation, determined of their own inevitable termination. Smart move, turning that fear into clickbait. But, God, I guess I am just so used to being stolen from, that when I read my words in your voice, I reposted 'em. And applauded as you boasted. Gave you a platform that floated you right up to the top. And you never thought to stop? WHEN YOU LOOKED DOWN AT THE BODIES THAT YOU USED AS PROPS, WHEN YOU LOOKED INTO MY EYES, YOU JUST SAW ANOTHER VOICE TO CO-OPT? You know, for someone who's not okay, you seem okay with quite a lot, actually. And while I was blindsided, why am I not surprised? Why is a story like yours something we read every other night? WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE YOU GET MOVIES ON NETFLIX AND HULU, AND PEOPLE LIKE ME GET TOLD TO SIT TIGHT AND WAIT FOR CHANGE? NO, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT'S LIKE! YOU CAN'T TAKE THE MIC! THIS IS MY TIME SLOT! ONE MORE MINUTE, RIGHT? I have had everything stolen from me. Their breath, stolen. My breath, perpetually holding, wondering if someone near me might be holding... I'm sorry. Is my trauma showing? BECAUSE I DON'T PLAN ON SLOWING OR SITTING DOWN. THIS IS MY TIME TO TAKE BACK THE WORDS THAT YOU STOLE FROM MY MOUTH! YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING DESTROYED EXCEPT YOURSELF! And that is of your own doing. So hell no. I am not okay. I think about her every single day. You know when the newspapers wrote about my sister, they misspelled her name? And now you think her place is something you can claim? Her body is in the ground and you think you're the same? I hope you realize that by doing this, you've only given me more to say. So maybe one day I'll forgive you. But we will never be okay.
Alex: Why do women do this? Why do they build up this stuff in their minds to each little thing a guy does, and then twist it into something else? It's insane.
Gigi: I'd rather be like that than be like you.
Alex: Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?
Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there too much, but at least that means I still care. Oh, you think you've won because women are expendable to you? You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way, but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone, Alex.
Gigi: I'd rather be like that than be like you.
Alex: Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?
Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there too much, but at least that means I still care. Oh, you think you've won because women are expendable to you? You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way, but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone, Alex.
Molly: Do you know what etage your daughter is at in ballet, Mrs Schleine? Or that she was banned from her science class for stealing a formaldehyde pig so that she could give it a proper burial in Central Park? And the tea set you got her, it's exquisite and beautiful but do you know how she likes to have her tea? How many lumps? One lump, two, cream, sugar?
Roma: And the point of your little tirade is?
Molly: That you're right. You don't know what goes on between me and Ray, because you don't know very much about your own daughter.
Roma: I know my daughter well enough to respect her wishes.
Molly: ...You don't give her respect. You give her whatever she asks for so that you don't have to deal with her. She's eight years old, she is not twenty-eight. Please remember that the next time you show her some respect.
Riggan: My God, this is my career! It's my chance to finally do some work that actually means something.
Sam: That means something to who? You had a career, Dad, before the third comic book movie. Before people started to forget who was inside that bird costume. You are doing a play based on a book that was written sixty years ago for a thousand rich old white people whose only real concern is gonna be where they go to have their cake and coffee when it's over! Nobody gives a shit but you! And let's face it, Dad, you are not doing this for the sake of art. You are doing this because you want to feel relevant again. Well, guess what? There is an entire world out there where people fight to be relevant every single day, and you act like it doesn't exist. Things are happening in a place that you ignore, a place that, by the way, has already forgotten about you! I mean, who the fuck are you? You hate bloggers, you mock Twitter. You don't even have a Facebook page! You're the one who doesn't exist! You're doing this because you're scared to death, like the rest of us, that you don't matter. And you know what? You're right. You don't! It's not important, okay? You're not important. Get used to it!
His dock doesn't float. His wonder fuel... is a disaster. His grasp of disruption theory is remedial at best. He didn't design the puzzle boxes. He didn't write the mystery. Et voila! It all adds up! The key to this entire case, and it was staring me right in the face. Like everyone in the world, I assumed Miles Bron was a complicated genius, but why? Look into the clear center of this. Glass. Onion. Miles Bron is an idiot!
— Benoit Blanc, Glass Onion
Margot: I don't like your food.
Chef Slowik: What did you say?
Margot: I said I don't like your food, and I would like to send it back.
Chef Slowik: I'm sorry to hear that. What about my food is not to your liking?
Margot: For starters, you've taken the joy out of eating. Every dish you've served tonight has been some intellectual exercise rather than something you want to sit and enjoy. When I eat your food, it tastes like it was made with no love.
Chef Slowik: Oh, this is ridiculous. We always cook with love. Don't we?
Cooks: Yes, chef!
Chef Slowik: Everyone knows love is the most important ingredient.
Margot: Then you're kidding yourself. Come on, Chef. I thought tonight was a night of hard home truths. This is one of them. You cook with obsession, not love. Even your hot dishes are cold. You're a chef. Your single purpose on this Earth is to serve people food that they might actually like, and you have failed. You've failed, and you've bored me. And the worst part is… I'm still fucking hungry.
Chef Slowik: What did you say?
Margot: I said I don't like your food, and I would like to send it back.
Chef Slowik: I'm sorry to hear that. What about my food is not to your liking?
Margot: For starters, you've taken the joy out of eating. Every dish you've served tonight has been some intellectual exercise rather than something you want to sit and enjoy. When I eat your food, it tastes like it was made with no love.
Chef Slowik: Oh, this is ridiculous. We always cook with love. Don't we?
Cooks: Yes, chef!
Chef Slowik: Everyone knows love is the most important ingredient.
Margot: Then you're kidding yourself. Come on, Chef. I thought tonight was a night of hard home truths. This is one of them. You cook with obsession, not love. Even your hot dishes are cold. You're a chef. Your single purpose on this Earth is to serve people food that they might actually like, and you have failed. You've failed, and you've bored me. And the worst part is… I'm still fucking hungry.
Eddie: Look around, Dad. Kids have been dragged into this. People are dead.
Syd: You are no son of mine.
Henry: Hey, you! You did this. You're the reason this is all happening. And it's a good thing he's not like you, because you're a piece of crap person and a bad dad!
Syd: Who the fuck are you?
Henry: I'm Henry, and I am so fucking tired.
Syd: You are no son of mine.
Henry: Hey, you! You did this. You're the reason this is all happening. And it's a good thing he's not like you, because you're a piece of crap person and a bad dad!
Syd: Who the fuck are you?
Henry: I'm Henry, and I am so fucking tired.
You think you know something, don't you? You think you're the clever little girl who knows something. There's so much you don't know, so much. What do you know, really? You're just an ordinary little girl, living in an ordinary little town. You wake up every morning of your life and you know perfectly well that there's nothing in the world to trouble you. You go through your ordinary little day, and at night you sleep your untroubled ordinary little sleep, filled with peaceful stupid dreams. And I brought you nightmares. Or did I? Or was it a silly, inexpert little lie? You live in a dream. You're a sleepwalker, blind. How do you know what the world is like? Do you know the world is a foul sty? Do you know, if you rip off the fronts of houses, you'd find swine? The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it? Wake up, Charlie. Use your wits. Learn something.
Why do you hate me, David? I know you do. You left home. You left me all alone with our sick mother, and I was just a kid. You made me lie. Every time she screamed your name, I told her you were coming to see her. Like you promised. But you never did. I know Mother hates you now, and she waits for you in Hell.
—Possessed Mia to David, Evil Dead (2013)
"Shut up. Shut up. You have no idea how lucky you are. No idea! You take everything for granted. You don't even appreciate... you just walk around thinking that you're so funny and so cool. And it's embarrassing, because you're not any of those things!"
— Barry Allen to his alternate self, The Flash (2023)
Sasha: Okay Barbie, let’s do this. You’ve been making women feel bad about themselves since you were invented.
Barbie: I think you have that the wrong way around...
Sasha: You represent everything wrong with our culture – sexualized capitalism, unrealistic physical ideals...
Barbie: No, no, no, you’re describing something stereotypical. Barbie is so much more than that.
Sasha: Look at yourself!
Barbie: [stammers] Well... I am technically Stereotypical Barbie.
Sasha: You set the feminist movement back fifty years! You destroy girls’ innate sense of worth! And you are killing the planet with your glorification of rampant consumerism!
Barbie: No, I'm supposed to make you feel happy and powerful...
Sasha: Oh, I am powerful. And until you showed up here and declared yourself Barbie, I hadn’t thought about you in years you fascist!
Barbie: I think you have that the wrong way around...
Sasha: You represent everything wrong with our culture – sexualized capitalism, unrealistic physical ideals...
Barbie: No, no, no, you’re describing something stereotypical. Barbie is so much more than that.
Sasha: Look at yourself!
Barbie: [stammers] Well... I am technically Stereotypical Barbie.
Sasha: You set the feminist movement back fifty years! You destroy girls’ innate sense of worth! And you are killing the planet with your glorification of rampant consumerism!
Barbie: No, I'm supposed to make you feel happy and powerful...
Sasha: Oh, I am powerful. And until you showed up here and declared yourself Barbie, I hadn’t thought about you in years you fascist!
"They're not real.. You get that, right? None of it is real. The critics aren't real. The customers aren't real, because.. this (gestures at the restaurant) isn't real. You aren't real. ..Derek, why do you care about these people? They don't care about you. None of them. They don't even know you. Because you haven't shown them. Everyday you'll wake up, and there'll be less of you. You live your life for them, and they don't even see you. You don't even see yourself. (Beat) We don't get a lot of things to really care about."
— Robin, Pig
Patrick Meighan: I'll get right down to it, I don't want to waste to much of your time. Ted, I've been reviewing your file and while I'm sympathetic to your cause, I'm sorry to say I won't be taking your case.
John: What?
Samantha: Why?
Ted: What? Why?
Patrick Meighan: Well, it comes down to this. You want to be human in the eyes of the law. That’s a hard sell, even for me. You see, the important thing about being human is making a contribution to society, assisting in the betterment of your race. You’ve done none of that. I’ve read about your life, the drugs, the parties, the prostitutes, the arrests.
Samantha: Mr. Meighan, we've come a long way to meet you because you said that you could help us.
Patrick Meighan: I said I would consider it, and I have. Ted, you’re special. You could’ve been an inspiration to the world, could’ve been a leader, a role model. Instead you’re Justin Bieber.
Ted: FUCK YOU!
John: What?
Samantha: Why?
Ted: What? Why?
Patrick Meighan: Well, it comes down to this. You want to be human in the eyes of the law. That’s a hard sell, even for me. You see, the important thing about being human is making a contribution to society, assisting in the betterment of your race. You’ve done none of that. I’ve read about your life, the drugs, the parties, the prostitutes, the arrests.
Samantha: Mr. Meighan, we've come a long way to meet you because you said that you could help us.
Patrick Meighan: I said I would consider it, and I have. Ted, you’re special. You could’ve been an inspiration to the world, could’ve been a leader, a role model. Instead you’re Justin Bieber.
Ted: FUCK YOU!
— Ted 2
Caitlin: What the hell did you do to Steve? He just called me from his car, hysterical, and I asked him what was wrong, and he said "ask Chuck".
Chuck: I fired him, okay! He's not suspended. Fired. Because this wasn't an isolated incident, Caitlin. He cooked a dozen of 'em, maybe more. And we're gonna have to go through them, you and I. We're gonna have to go through all of them now.
Caitlin: No, the only one was "Hack Heaven". He told me that himself.
Chuck: If he were a stranger to you...if he was a guy you were doing a piece about, pretend that guy told you he'd only done it once. Would you take his word for it? Of course not. You'd dig, and you'd bury him. And you'd be offended if anybody told you not to.
Caitlin: Every one of those pieces was fact-checked. They were all...
Chuck: So was "Hack Heaven"! You're a good reporter. You've always been such a smart, thorough reporter. Why can't you be one now?
Caitlin: Because what you're telling me is impossible, Chuck.
Chuck: Go upstairs. Read 'em again.
Caitlin: This is bullshit.
Chuck: Make sure you go all the way back, because half of them ran when Mike was still here.
Caitlin: That's what this is. Of course. I mean, what are you gonna do, Chuck? Pick us off one by one? Everybody that was loyal to Mike, so you have a staff that belongs to you? Is that the kind of magazine you want to run?
Chuck: Caitlin, when this thing blows, there isn't gonna be a magazine anymore. Now, if you want to make this about Mike, make it about Mike. I don't give a shit. You can resent me. You can hate me. But come Monday morning, we're all gonna have to answer for what we let happen here. We're all gonna have an apology to make. Jesus Christ! Don't you have any idea how much shit we're about to eat? Every competitor we ever took a shot at, they're gonna pounce, and they should. Because we blew it, Caitlin. He handed us fiction after fiction, and we printed them all as fact. Just because we found him entertaining. It's indefensible. Don't you know that?
Chuck: I fired him, okay! He's not suspended. Fired. Because this wasn't an isolated incident, Caitlin. He cooked a dozen of 'em, maybe more. And we're gonna have to go through them, you and I. We're gonna have to go through all of them now.
Caitlin: No, the only one was "Hack Heaven". He told me that himself.
Chuck: If he were a stranger to you...if he was a guy you were doing a piece about, pretend that guy told you he'd only done it once. Would you take his word for it? Of course not. You'd dig, and you'd bury him. And you'd be offended if anybody told you not to.
Caitlin: Every one of those pieces was fact-checked. They were all...
Chuck: So was "Hack Heaven"! You're a good reporter. You've always been such a smart, thorough reporter. Why can't you be one now?
Caitlin: Because what you're telling me is impossible, Chuck.
Chuck: Go upstairs. Read 'em again.
Caitlin: This is bullshit.
Chuck: Make sure you go all the way back, because half of them ran when Mike was still here.
Caitlin: That's what this is. Of course. I mean, what are you gonna do, Chuck? Pick us off one by one? Everybody that was loyal to Mike, so you have a staff that belongs to you? Is that the kind of magazine you want to run?
Chuck: Caitlin, when this thing blows, there isn't gonna be a magazine anymore. Now, if you want to make this about Mike, make it about Mike. I don't give a shit. You can resent me. You can hate me. But come Monday morning, we're all gonna have to answer for what we let happen here. We're all gonna have an apology to make. Jesus Christ! Don't you have any idea how much shit we're about to eat? Every competitor we ever took a shot at, they're gonna pounce, and they should. Because we blew it, Caitlin. He handed us fiction after fiction, and we printed them all as fact. Just because we found him entertaining. It's indefensible. Don't you know that?
"You leave Daniel out of the game here. This is not about Daniel. I do not impose anything on Daniel. You made us live here among the goats. You complain about the life that you chose! You're not a victim, not at all. Your generosity conceals something dirtier and meaner. You're incapable of facing your ambitions and you resent me for it. But I'm not the one who put you where you are. I've nothing to do with it! You're not sacrificing yourself, as you say. You choose to sit on the sidelines because you're afraid! Because your pride makes your head explode before it can even come up with a little germ of an idea! And now you wake up and you're forty and you need someone to blame. And you're the one to blame. You're petrified by your own fucking standards and your fear of failure. This is the truth. You're smart; I know you know I'm right. And Daniel has nothing to do with it. Stop it!"
—Sandra to Samuel, Anatomy of a Fall
