Mathilda: You killed my brother. Stansfield: I'm sorry. And you want to join him? Mathilda: No. Stansfield: It's always the same thing. It's when you start to become really afraid of death that you learn to appreciate life. Do you like life, sweethea...
Peachy Carnehan: Home to what? A porters uniform outside a restaurant and six penny tips from belching civilians for closing cab doors on their blowzy women? Daniel Dravot: Not for us thank you. Not after watching afghans come howling down out of the...
Alarm voice-over: Red alert! Red alert! Red alert! Commercial girl: You crossed my line of death. Commerical mom: You haven't dismantled your MX stockpile. Commercial boy: Pakistan is threatening my border! Commercial dad: That's it, buster! No more ...
[last lines] Private Edward P. Train: [voice over] Where is it that we were together? Who were you that I lived with? The brother. The friend. Darkness, light. Strife and love. Are they the workings of one mind? The features of the same face? Oh, my ...
President of Exchange: [Randolph Duke has just collapsed with shock] Mortimer, your brother is not well. We better call an ambulance. Mortimer Duke: Fuck him! Now, you listen to me! I want trading reopened right now. Get those brokers back in here! T...
David St. Hubbins: We say, "Love your brother." We don't say it really, but... Nigel Tufnel: We don't literally say it. David St. Hubbins: No, we don't say it. Nigel Tufnel: We don't really, literally mean it. David St. Hubbins: No, we don't believe ...
Trudy Chacon: What's goin' on, brother? Long time, no see. Lock Up Trooper: Hey. Trudy Chacon: Personally, I don't feel these tree huggin' traitors deserve steak. Lock Up Trooper: They get steak? That's bullshit. Let me see that. [Trudy laughs and th...
[after arriving at Wrigley Field, thinking it's Elwood's house] Head Nazi: [to the Nazis] Clever. Still... anybody with that kind of record is gonna make a mistake. I want all party members in the tri-state district to monitor the city, county and st...
Head Nazi: White men! White women! The swastika is calling you. The sacred and ancient symbol of your race, since the beginning of time. The Jew is using The Black as muscle against you. And you are left there helpless. Well, what are you going to do...
[first lines] Prison Guard #1: Yeah, the Assistant Warden wants this one out of the block early. Wants to get it over with fast. Prison Guard #2: Okay, let's do it. [rattling the bars with his baton] Prison Guard #1: Hey come on, it's time to wake up...
Ivan Checkov: [Checkov has handcuffed Connor to the toilet] You know why I fucking come here? I come here to kill you. But now, I no think I fucking kill you. I kill your brother. Shoot him in the head. Connor: Fuck you! Ivan Checkov: Gotta go. Conno...
But perhaps there are insensitive hearts, still incapable of receiving this Light because the weight of their sins prevents them from seeing it. Let them not imagine that they Light is absent because they do not see it, for on account of their sins t...
Man must be ready to say: Yes, since Cain there has been injustice, but we can only set the misery right if we accept a status quo. Lands have been robbed, men slain, nations humiliated. Let us now start fresh without remembrance, rather than live fo...
... isn't breaking a supervillian out of jail a little ... much?
Whose little boy are you?
A little playful banter never hurt — or did it? - Emma
The real sadness of fifty is not that you change so much but that you change so little.
Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.
Music is one of those things that make us feel a little less alone in the world.
Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.
A little part of my life is built around ancient art.
