Nono: Countries? Oh, I've heard all about those!
Hakim: (stops raising gun)
Nono: I've heard Earth is divided into them, is that right? Oh, I guess I should explain, I'm a Lunarian. I was born and raised here! So, I've never seen any of those country things myself. I'm kinda curious, mister, where's your country? (points at Earth) Can you see it from here?
Hakim: ...You're right. You can't see any of it from out here in space. But, I still do. You can't see them... but I still do. (slowly walks away)
All Scrooge's life, he had probably thought he was the Caddy - great paint job, powerful engine, smooth ride. I think when all was said and done, when it came down to the zero hour, ol' Scroogey knew that he would be remembered as the junker. You know, the one that used to break down on you all the time. You'd never forget what a pain in the neck it was. People don't remember that car when it was brand spankin' new... They just remember having to jump-start it every day.
Scrooge had lived his life as a man who could turn on you at any moment - leave you stranded or hurt. He'd been the type of man people only feared. Feared that he'd "break down" on 'em again.
Delia Surridge: Thank God.
Invincible: What happened? Machine break? Are we going to fight again now?
Dinosaurus: No...and no. I set you free. You're right. I can see that now.
Invincible: What? Really?!
Dinosaurus: Through all this... I've...distanced myself, grown beyond what I once was... I see myself as above those I try to help. Like a god bestowing wisdom on his...flock. I was never doing good for the sake of doing it, I was only ever serving to inflate my own ego. I never fully realized that until now.
She thought about what she could say. She could outright deny it. No, I'm not part of the White Fang. But she was.
She was. And didn't this girl, covered in blood, deserve a little truth?
"Yes." She said finally.
"But you saved me."
The other girl looked at her uneasily. "Why?"
Blake stared at her. "I... I don't know. What they did..." A scream bled into the crawl space, making them both cringe. Dust, it was still going on? "What they're doing is wrong."
She remembered the first time she couldn't help but cringe at the sight of a once flourishing planet turned into a lifeless husk by the fate she'd very deliberately imposed on it herself; the first time she'd reacted with awe and curiosity instead of disgust and discomfort at seeing two tiny Gems become something even bigger than both of them together; the first time it truly hit her that pearls, agates, and ambers and so, so many more all had wishes and desires and thought, the same as any other Gem - and the first time she saw how much it could come to cost them if they let anyone notice.
Things she'd never before taken the time to contemplate in any depth suddenly made a distressing amount of horrible sense.
Pink Diamond, bringer of life.
It rang just a bit more hollow each time.
I then have to wonder; has my life simply been a self-destructive tantrum against the injustices I've suffered? And what should I do now that I've realized this?
It wasn't all her fault though. It's not like she was obligated to go out with him just because he asked. And she didn't want to spoil her chances with Sasuke-kun...
Unbidden, memories of some of her more... forceful... rejections came to mind, burning away a lot of her self-justifications.
"Im not a very nice person," she whispered to herself. Her voice seemed unnaturally loud in the empty hallway.
Yellow Diamond: And?
Blue Diamond: And, I dont think theres such a thing as taking those hurts back.
The finality of the sentence relieves as much as it scalds her.
Theyve done too much.
To each other.
Shards on their hands, in their eyes, on their souls.
The stars are silent in confirmation.
Superman: If it had mattered to you, Luthor, you could have saved the world years ago.
Luthor: ... (quietly) You're right.
Winnie: Your "jobs?!" Are you pest exterminators or evil henchmen?!
Mr. Pickles: ...I knew that's how people saw us.
Trusty: A rat! We should've known.
Jock: I misjudged him [Tramp]. Badly.
Foster: I'm the bad guy?
Foster: How did that happen?
John Hammond: ...so have I.
(various reporters try to ask questions, Stark points at one)
Reporter: What happened over there?
Tony Stark: (stands up) I had my eyes opened! I came to realize that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up. And that is why — effective immediately — I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing devision of Stark International.
Ebenezer Scrooge: But you were always a good man of business, Jacob.
Jacob Marley: Business! Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business! At this time of the rolling year, I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode? Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted me!
Nor would he blame them.
He couldn't stop thinking about it. He didn't believe he would ever be able to stop thinking about it. The dead would haunt him, forever.
How could a man live with that?
That it was all you. Is you. Only you.
You did it. You killed her.
You killed her because, finally, when you could have saved her, when you could have gone away with her, when you could have been thinking about her, you were only thinking about yourself... it is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sithbecause now your self is all you will ever have.
And you rage and scream and reach through the Force to crush the shadow who has destroyed you, but you are so far less now than what you were, you are more than half machine, you are like a painter who has gone blind, a composer gone deaf, you can remember where the power was but the power you can touch is only a memory, and so with all your world-destroying fury it is only droids around you that implode, and equipment, and the table on which you were strapped shatters, and in the end, you cannot touch the shadow.
In the end, you do not even want to. In the end, the shadow is all you have left. Because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, the shadow gathers you unto itselfand within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame.
This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever.
"You... took... everything!" he says.
And Kyra knows that he is telling the truth. Suddenly, it all seems as simple as a fairy tale, and she's surprised to find that she's the villain. The witch who casts spells in a castle tower.
Face it, Rachel. The power is like a drug. And you are like an addict.
Would I ever get enough? How long before I turned into a morally decrepit monster like Visser One?
And making a deal with Crayak would only accelerate the journey to that inevitable end.
Suddenly, I had a vision of myself as I would really appear to the world. To my family. Friends. To the other Animorphs. To the Chee. The free Hork-Bajir. To every decent person on this planet.
Super-Rachel was not beautiful and kind and benevolent. She would not be honored and respected. She was hideous and violent and brutal. She would be feared by everyone. Despised and hated. A tyrant to be plotted against, just like Visser One.
Rachel of the darkness down deep inside.
Casiopea: Maybe you could stop being so horrible, then.
Martín: I'm thankful, you know ... And I'm sorry. About everything. Will you accept my apology?
Captain Raymond Holt: There's nothing false about it. We committed several felonies and escaped from jail.
Peralta: Yeah, but we were just doing what we had to do. We're the good guys. (gasps) This is what they all think!
My actions have gone way too far.
I told myself that I was Jasmine
But I realize now I'm Jafar.
We're told love conquers all.
But that only applies to the hero.
Is the enemy what I'm meant to be?
Is being the villain my destiny?
SWAT 1: I tell you to open your mouth?!
SWAT 2: Let him talk. Don't mean nothin'.
Fisk: I'm not a religious man, but I've read bits and pieces over the years. Curiosity more than faith. But this one story... There was a man, he... he was travelling from Jerusalem to Jericho... when he was set upon by men of ill intent. They stripped the traveller of his clothes, they beat him, and they left him bleeding in the dirt. And a priest happened by... saw the traveller... but he moved to the other side of the road and continued on. And then a Levite, a religious functionary, he... came to the place, saw the dying traveller... but he too moved to the other side of the road, and passed him by. But then came a man from Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man. He saw the traveller bleeding in the road, and he stopped to aid him without thinking of the circumstance or the difficulty it might bring him. The Samaritan tended to the traveller's wounds, applying oil and wine, and he carried him to an inn, gave him all the money he had, for the owner to take care of the traveller, as the Samaritan, he... continued on his journey. He did this simply because the traveller was his neighbour. He loved his city, and all the people in it. (sighs) I always thought that I was the Samaritan in that story. It's funny, isn't it? How even the best of men can be... deceived by their true nature.
SWAT 1: The hell does that mean?
Fisk: It means that I'm not the Samaritan. That I'm not the priest. Or the Levite. That I am the ill intent... who set upon the traveller on a road that he should not have been on.
Dalek Caan: I saw the Daleks. What we have done throughout time and space. I saw the truth of us, creator, and I decreed: No more!
Bill: How do you think I feel? Everyone hates me now. I mean, not like before when they only sorta hated me. This is the real stuff.
Chef: My father?
King Richard: Right. What happened to him?
Chef: You had him killed, sir.
King Richard: Hmm?
Chef: Your mutton was too rare.
King Richard: Well, that doesn't sound like me.
Chef: You killed his father before him. Your family has killed the last four generations of chefs in my family. It's not a great job, my king.
King Richard: [Appalled] I'm such a bully!
There's an old punk rocker acting like a jerk
and that jerk looks a lot like me
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform and leave the show
But I'm waiting in this cell because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time?
If the thing she did to me
Is what I did to you
I'm a bastard if it's true
And I guess it's true
Of all the evil men can do
There is none worse that I know
Than what we did in cold Glencoe
And all of this, and my whole life, just a terrible dream
But it's still my eyes staring back, in the mirror, cold and black
Is this for real? Tell me now! Am I the fear in your hearts?
Turns out I can't, but not for the same reasons as before
I use everyone I ever meet
I can't find the perfect match
Abuse those I love
While I ostracize the ones who love me
God help me. I've just read what I've written and it doesn't sound like me at all. So cold, so callous. What have I become?
I was too young and blind to see...
I should've known
I should've known
Become a thief in the night, become a dog on the run.
Daimon: Because we were wrong.
You're the monster...
Renegade Shepard: Every time we've talked about this before, you've defended the genophage! Hell, I had to talk you into saving Maelon's data! How can you change your mind now!?
Mordin: I MADE A MISTAKE! note
Kainé: Yeah. I know.
Tyrann: But goddamn, we had fun, huh? Killing and killing and more killing... what a rush!
Kainé: Yeah? Ngh...
Tyrann: Wait - no! No, no, no! It wasn't fun at all! I turned you into a killing machine! I spread evil and chaos around the world! But it all feels so empty now! Why?! I don't understand!
Kainé: Sorry, Sunshine. Maybe I'm just nicer than you thought.
I never wanted to be the witch... but I am... aren't I?
Rumble: (gasps) Then who did?
Dipper: What? No-one. I... I lied to you.
Rumble: Hwuh? Well then, you're actually a... bad guy!
Dipper: I guess I kinda am.
Dr. Henry Killinger: A most sacred pact - membership in the most elite brotherhood, mit exclusive arching rights.
Dr. Venture: Didn't have to go through all this hooey to get my first archenemy, but what the hey. Did you pick me a good one?
Dr. Henry Killinger: No, you did.
Dr. Venture: What... my brother?
Dr. Henry Killinger: Bingo! Isn't it perfect? It's a classic Cain-und-Abel story.
Dr. Venture: But... but he can't arch me, he's not even a super- Oh my God.
Brian: My God. You're right! I'm a jerk. I'm a selfish and pretentious jerk, and you're the only guy in town who's ever called me out on my crap. You know, I used to hate you for it, but now I think you're the only person who is trying to be my friend.
Quagmire: No, I think you're misunderstanding me.
Brian: No, I'm serious. Even though I know you never liked me, you still helped me when I really needed it. That says a lot about your character. I'm ashamed of myself because I am none of the things you are. You're honest and direct and compassionate [his phone chimes] and...that is 72 hours! Enjoy your craphole, dumbass!
Quagmire: You son of a bitch!