"You've got a lot to learn. Here on Earth, we like to live together in peace and harmony, although that's not always been the case. We've had our fair share of enemies, trust me. But, I don't think that you're one of them. For some reason, I can just tell. You can stop fighting. You don't have to listen to what the others tell you to do."
"You want to talk ambition
? Take a look around! Is this Hell your ambition!? Do you have to destroy everything just to get what you want!? Huh!?"
"Begone! Your place is in solitude. Your abode is a nest of serpents... in Hell..."
"All I see before me is a misguided fool that is going to be cast down into Hell." Ganondorf
: I do not take away men's freedom; they give it willingly, in exchange for the promise of living one more day in their cozy little prisons of their own design. Zelda
: No. Not all men.
And that is why you will never win.
Film — Live-Action
Brig-Gen. Francis X. Hummel: I thought I'd been in the service a long time... Name and rank, sailor.
Capt. John Patrick Mason: It's Army, actually.
Maj. Baxter: Answer the question. And address him as "General, sir."
Mason: Captain John Patrick Mason, General, sir, of Her Majesty's SAS. Retired, of course.
Hummel: You're a long way from home, Captain. How the hell are you involved in this?
Oh, I have a unique knowledge of this facility
. I was formerly a guest here.
Hummel: Have they bothered to tell you who I am, why I'm doing this, or are they just using you like they do everybody else?
Mason: All I know is, you were big in Vietnam; I saw the highlights on television.
Hummel: Then you wouldn't have any fucking idea of what it means to lead some of the finest men on God's earth into battle and then see their memory betrayed by their own fucking government!
I don't quite see how you cherish the memory of the dead by killing another million, and, uh, this is not combat. It's an act of lunacy, General, sir. Personally, I think you're a fucking
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." Thomas Jefferson
(Hummel strikes Mason in the back of the neck)
"I bind you, Nancy, from doing harm; harm against other people, and harm against yourself."
: What made you flip like this? Strannix
: I got tired of coming up with last-minute desperate solutions to impossible problems created by other fucking people. Ryback
: All of your ridiculous pitiful antics aren't gonna change a thing. You and me, we're puppets in the same sick game. We serve the same master, and he's a lunatic and he's ungrateful. But there's nothing we can do about it. You and me, we're the same. Strannix
: Oh, no. No, no, no. There's a difference, my man. You have faith. I don't. [they fight] Ryback
: Keep the faith, Strannix.
"You're missing the point. There is
no throne. Alright? There is no
version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes, and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it."
"Why must you persist in this reckless folly? What advantage can you gain from the illusion of power you can neither understand or successfully control? Don't you realize that moral forces greater than yourself will ensure that your attempt at usurpation of supreme power must fail?"
"One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things—trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that's small loss if the world's as dull a place as you say."
"You have made a habit in using others for your own ends. Now, the Sierra Madre is your reward. Whether you used blackmail or force, or even played to Vera's greed, it will not help down here in the Vault. Greed has led you here. I hope it leaves you as empty as you left me."
"You shut your mouth
, Medusa! Lady Palutena is nothing
like you! Who turns people to stone and poisons the rivers? Who reduces cities to rubble? And who is leading the Underworld destruction of the land and heavens?"
"All for some foolish 'excitement', like a criminal reveling in the chaos he creates!"
"i know your type. you're...uh...very determined, aren't you? you'll never give up, even if there's, uh...absolutely NO benefit to persevering whatsoever."