GET TO DE CHOPPAH! I'm offering you a choice. You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes... I know what you're thinking: "why, oh why didn't I take the blue pill?" You are in a position to demand...nothing. I, on the other hand, am in a position to grant...nothing. He tasks me. He tasks me and I shall have him. I shall chase him 'round the moons of Nibia and 'round the Antares maelstrom and 'round Perdition's flames before I give him up. Kirk? You're still alive, old friend. STILL! OLD! FRIEND! You've managed to kill just about everyone else, but like a poor marksman you keep. Missing. The target! KHAAAAAAAAAAN! The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Or the one. I don't like to lose. Spock, it's been two hours. Are you ready for us? Right on time Admiral. I told you, I don't like to lose. Are you sure this isn't the time for a colorful metaphor?
Edward Blake: God damn I love working on American soil, Dan. Ain't had this much fun since Woodward and Bernstein. Dan Dreiberg: How long can we keep this up? Edward Blake: Congress is pushing through some new bill that's gonna outlaw masks. Our days are numbered. Till then it's like you always say, we're society's only protection. Dan Dreiberg: From what? Edward Blake: You kidding me? From themselves. Rorschach: Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon. That's always been the difference between us, Daniel. Rorschach: None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with *ME*! Mrs. Cromwell: You've killed him! Capt. Gavin Stewart: Yes, he was going to kill me. And you. Things like that tend to make me impulsive. Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Predictability alert! "She's disturbin' my calm" "I aim to misbehave." "Let's be bad guys" "I don't want to explode!" "What you plan and what takes place ain't ever exactly similar." "Do you know what your sin is?" ""I'm a fan of all seven *grunt* but right now . . . i'm gonna have to go with wrath." ""I hadn't had nothin' twixt my nethers what weren't run on batteries in . . ." so forth and so on....
There was a demon that lived in the air. They said whoever challenged him would die. Their controls would freeze up, their planes would buffet wildly, and they would disintegrate. The demon lived at Mach 1 on the meter, seven hundred and fifty miles an hour, where the air could no longer move out of the way. He lived behind a barrier through which they said no man could ever pass. They called it the sound barrier. Chuck Yeager: Monkeys? You think a monkey knows he's sittin' on top of a rocket that might explode? These astronaut boys they know that, see? Well, I'll tell you something, it takes a special kind of man to volunteer for a suicide mission, especially one that's on TV. Ol' Gus, he did all right.
Off topic, but I always thought that Levon Helm was miscast in that movie. He should've played Yeager because he sounds more like Chuck.
Henry Brubaker: Why don't we build them a roof that won't cave in on their heads? Huey Rauch: That's enough. Henry Brubaker: An insured roof, this time. Glenn Elwood: What do you mean? Henry Brubaker: The collapsed roof isn't covered at all - that's what I mean. But we DO have coverage for thrashing machines, balers, swathers, a tractor... Huey Rauch: Sounds pretty sensible to me to have the things insured. I approved those policies personally. Henry Brubaker: You did more than that: your company sold us the policies. The only trouble with it is: we don't have any of that equipment on our farm. It doesn't exist. Huey Rauch: What you HAVE got Mr. Brubaker is a piss-poor attitude. Commodore Schrepke: This is insane! Captain Finlander: Now don't worry, Commodore. The Bedford'll never fire first. But if he fires one, I'll fire one. Ensign Ralston: [launching the rocket] Fire One! Captain Finlander: He didn't surface during the night, he couldn't, we must've been directly over him. So he's out of breathing air. Staying down, he couldn't charge his batteries, so he can't run. And there he is. So you see, Commodore, we've accomplished the most important step. We've made him desperate. Commodore Wolfgang Schrepke, Deutsche Marine: He's certainly desperate. That is the danger. You are dealing with a desperate force. Captain Finlander: And we're a determined force. Commodore Wolfgang Schrepke, Deutsche Marine: YOU are in the power here, Eric. It is not a force, it is just you. Captain Finlander: Uh, you mean you're trying to say that, uh, you consider ME desperate. Commodore Wolfgang Schrepke, Deutsche Marine: No, Captain. To be frank, I consider you frightening. Deirdre: You're scared! Sam: Of course I'm scared! You think I'm reluctant because I'm happy? Spence: You ever kill anybody? Sam: I hurt somebody's feelings once. Vincent: A friend of yours? Sam: Yeah, we went to high school together. Vincent: Well, everyone's your brother 'till the rent comes due.
Hotel desk clerk: I thought you were dead. Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: Dead? The next person who says that I'm gonna shoot, so help me. Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: And now *you* understand. Anything goes wrong, anything at all... your fault, my fault, nobody's fault... it won't matter - I'm gonna blow your head off. No matter what else happens, no matter who gets killed I'm gonna blow your head off.
This is the nineties. You don't just go around punching people. You have to say something cool first. Oh, wouldn't it be great if I *was* crazy? Then the world would be okay.
"Your work is puerile and under-dramatized. You lack any sense of structure, character and the Aristotelian unities"
"You have gone too far. You have married Fester, you have destroyed his spirit, you have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But Debbie... ...pastels?"
Rupert of Hentzau: Somebody once called fidelity the fading woman's greatest weapon, the charming woman's greatest hypocrisy, and you're very charming. King Rudolf V: You must forgive me if I seem a little slow, but it's a bit early in the day to see double. Even for me. The Thief: Rule number one: Keep your eye on the wire and have feet like a monkey. Rule number two: It's always good to wear underwear when you're up this high, otherwise you could attract a sizable crowd. That brings us to rule number three. Rule number three... what's rule number three? I always forget rule number three. Rule number one: eyes and feet, rule number two: underwear. Marty: They all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they've all made themselves a part of something and they can talk about what they do. What am I gonna say? "I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How've you been?" Dr. Oatman: Martin, I'm emotionally involved with you. Marty: How are you emotionally involved with me? Dr. Oatman: I'm afraid of you. Marty: You're afraid of me. Dr. Oatman: And that constitutes an emotional involvement, and it would be unethical for me to work with you under those circumstances. Marty: Why are you so interested in me going to my high school reunion? Marcella: I just find it amusing that you came from somewhere. Martin Q. Blank: You must've done some *naughty* shit there, Bart. [flips dossier over to him] Martin Q. Blank: There's a contract out on your life. Believe me. I was hired to kill you, but I'm not going to do it. It's either because I'm in love with your daughter or because I have a newfound respect for life. Mr. Grocer: [following in van] That punk is either in love with that guy's daughter or he has a newfound respect for life. Mr. Newberry: [after reading contract/dossier] My whole life! Martin Q. Blank: Hopefully not. Mr. Grocer: [singing] I'll be comin' around the mountain when I come / I'll be comin' around the mountain when I come / I'll be blowin' your fuckin' head off / I'll be blowin' your fuckin' head off / I'll be whackin' your fuckin' mind out when I come. Marcella: Don't hang up! Wait! Did ya' read yesterday's offer? Marty: Hold on a minute. Marcella: It's in French. It's a Greenpeace boat. It'd be so easy. Marty: No way! I have scruples.
You are an imperfect being, created by an imperfect being. Finding your weakness is only a matter of time.
Brain: Swear to God Snake, I thought you were dead... Snake Plissken: Yeah, you and everybody else! Gen. Climet Wilson: Don't worry, Son! We Marines have no qualms about killing Martians! Sam Hell: Hey, you try making love to a complete stranger in a hostile, mutant environment, see how you like it.
(After decking his son for being a wise ass and calling him "Daddy" with a sneer): You can call me Jake, you can call me Jacob... you can call me father. But the next time you call me "Daddy"... I'll finish this fight.
Russell Ziskey: You could join a monastery. John Winger: Did you ever see a monk get wildly fucked by some teenage girls? Russell Ziskey: Never. John Winger: So much for the monastery. John Winger: Ma'am, I'm sure there are a lot of ways I've gone that you haven't. Winston Zeddemore: Ray. If someone asks if you are a god, you say, "yes!" Winston Zeddemore: Hey, wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hold it! Now, are we actually gonna go before a federal judge, and tell him that some moldy Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West, and start tearing up the city? Dr. Egon Spengler: Sumerian, not Babylonian. Dr. Peter Venkman: Yeah. Big difference. Winston Zeddemore: No offense, guys, but I've gotta get my own lawyer. Dr. Peter Venkman: We've been going about this all wrong. This Mr. Stay Puft's okay! He's a sailor, he's in New York; we get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble!
Bill! I thought you were dead. I heard you fell off a horse and broke your bloody neck. I heard that one myself. Hell Bob, even I thought I was dead, until I figured out I was just in Nebraska.
John Bender(mimicing dad): Stupid, worthless, no good, god-damned freeloading sonofabitch, retarded, big mouth, know-it-all, asshole jerk! JB(as mom): You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful.... JB(as dad):Shut up, bitch, go fix me a turkey pot pie!
Alan Breck Stewart: Now let your hand rule your head. For a grip is coming. Alan Breck Stewart: Are ye afraid Mr. Balfour? David Balfour: Aye. Yes sir I am. Alan Breck Stewart: Bravely said there's many a fine handsome gentleman that would na' dare to say it. Alan Breck Stewart: I swear by the holy iron that I had neither heart, nor part, thought, nor act in it.
"What's the most you've ever lost in a coin toss? Call it." "I need to know what I stand to win?" "Everything." "What if I lose?" "Everything."
