Mary: Let me ask you something. [Grabs his hand] Mary: Why are you alive? John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria. Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence...
Partridge: You always knew. [begins to read from Yeats] Partridge: "But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." I assume you dream, Preston.
John Preston: I'll do what I can to see they go easy on you. Partridge: We both know they never "go easy". John Preston: Then, I'm sorry. Partridge: No, you're not. You don't even know the meaning. Its just a vestigial word for a feeling you've never...
DuPont: And you, Preston, the supposed savior of the resistance, are now its destroyer, and, along with them, you've given me yourself... calmly... coolly... entirely without incident. John Preston: [Polygraph machine scribbling rapidly] No. [Polygra...
[last lines] DuPont: Wait! Wait! Look at me. Look at me. I'm life. I live... I, I breathe... I feel. Now that you know it... can you really take it? Is it really worth the price? [Preston sees a flash of Mary's face] John Preston: I pay it gladly.
DuPont: The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weap...
Brandt: I'm not feeling! He is the one who's feeling!
DuPont: You really should learn to knock.
Robbie Preston: Looking for something. If I were you I'd be more careful in future. John Preston: How long? Robbie Preston: Since mom John Preston: And Lisa Robbie Preston: Of course John Preston: How did you know? Robbie Preston: You forget. It's my...
John Preston: There's no war. No murder. Partridge: What is it you think we do? John Preston: No. You've been with me, you've seen how it can be - the jealousy, rage. Partridge: A heavy cost. I pay it gladly. [Reaches for his gun]
Father: Mankind united with infinitely greater purpose in pursuit of war than he ever did in pursuit of peace.
Father: Prozium - The great nepenthe. Opiate of our masses. Glue of our great society. Salve and salvation, it has delivered us from pathos, from sorrow, the deepest chasms of melancholy and hate. With it, we anesthetize grief, annihilate jealousy, o...
Brandt: Always practicing, Cleric. Maybe that's why you're the best. John Preston: Maybe I'm just better.
Polygraph Technician: This is a control question, a riddle really. How would you say would be the easiest way to take a weapon away from a Grammaton Cleric? Brandt: [speaks into Preston's ear] You ask him for it.
[first lines] DuPont: In the first years of the 21st century, a third World War broke out. Those of us who survived knew mankind could never survive a fourth; that our own volatile natures could simply no longer be risked. So we have created a new ar...
DuPont: It is not the will of the Council, it is the will of Father and he is law. John Preston: Sir... without the logic of process, is it not just mayhem - what we have worked so hard to eradicate? DuPont: You must understand, Preston, that while y...
Brandt: You clean, we'll sweep.
Brandt: I told you I'd make my career with you, Preston.
