Cleaning Man at Flophouse: [damaged skin on the Terminator is rotting from gangrene] Hey, buddy. You got a dead cat in there, or what? [the Terminator visualizes: 'POSSIBLE RESPONSE: YES/NO; OR WHAT?; GO AWAY; PLEASE COME BACK LATER; FUCK YOU, ASSHOL...
Mercy: Come on. What's wrong? Swan: Let's just get to the next station O.K.? Mercy: Oh... please, come on... come on? Swan: You know your just part of everything that's happening tonight and it's all bad! [pause] Swan: Just go back to where ever it w...
Harry Burns: The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe you're either (a) not at home, (b) home but don't want to talk to me, or (c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy. If it's either (a) or (c), pleas...
David: Nurse! Jack: Listen to me! David: [crying] Nurse! Jack: The undead surround me. Have you ever talked to a corpse? It's boring! I'm lonely! Kill yourself, David, before you kill others. [David continues crying] Jack: Please don't cry.
[moments after Clyde has committed armed robbery and they are about to make their getaway in a stolen car] Bonnie Parker: Hey! What's your name, anyway? Clyde Barrow: [starts car] Clyde Barrow. Bonnie Parker: [loudly over the engine noise] Hi. I'm Bo...
Marty McFly: [Reading a letter he has just written] Dear Dr. Brown. On the night that I go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster. Your friend, Marty. [Writes the...
Mike Shiner: Riggan, your gun is ridiculous. I can see the red plug in the barrel, so you look like a kid with a plastic toy when you point it at me. I don't feel threatened at all. Get a better one. Have some self respect, please.
Marty McFly: Tell me about my future. I know I make it big, but do I become, like, a rich rock star? Doc: Please Marty. No one should know too much about their destiny.
Marty McFly: [reading the gravestone of Doc's future self] "Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara." Marty McFly: [he turns to face Doc, inadvertently standing on the grave] Who the hell is Clara? Young Doc: [shouts] Marty, please, don't stan...
We should have scant notion of the gardens of these New England colonists in the seventeenth century were it not for a cheerful traveller named John Josselyn, a man of everyday tastes and much inquisitiveness, and the pleasing literary style which co...
I suppose...my experience with organized faith of any stripe is somewhat stilted," Baisyl admitted. 'As far as my eyes have seen, it's a conglomeration of power-hungry men who self-appoint themselves the sole dictators of how others should live their...
Where is the wise man? Where is the scribe? Where is the debater of this system of things? Has not God made the wisdom of the world foolish? For since, in the wisdom of God, the world did not get to know God through its wisdom, God was pleased ...
But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old; I mean, to die. That is why, perhaps, she acted and playe...
Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I don't know. I don't know. please. -Tris, Divergent Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it. -Tris, Allegiant
That which attracts the world must please and pander to the self-importance of man. The world itself is a vain show, and likes its own. Consequently there is nothing which so carries the mass of men along with it as that which flatters the vanity of ...
I look for a sense of reality with everything I did. I didn't work in a studio, I didn't light anything. I found a way of working which pleased me because I didn't have to frighten people with heavy equipment. It was that little black box and me and ...
Everyone is political in his or her own way.
I have always hated lies; my own and everyone else’s.
Everyone has gods. You just don't think they're gods.
Everyone has moments of weakness. But that doesn't make you weak.
Everyone who keeps a secret, itches to tell it.
