| Movie Quotes |
| 1 | Ota: (after repeatedly asking Yukio to light his cigarette) FIRE. Yukio: (pulls out knife) You wanna die? * * * Leo: Just imagine there's a pool behind us, and it's not so scary. Kujo: Too cold for swimming. |
| 2 | Yoshimura: Where's Ota? Yukio: Killed him. Yoshimura: That's not cool. * * * Kujo: People who know what they want... they scare me. * * * Kimura: No regrets for my youth. |
| 3 | Kujo: What're you going to do? Kujo: ...Work? College? Yukio: ...I'm destined to join Ultra Man. Kujo: ...That a part-time job now? |
| 4 | Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman. Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake. Dwight: You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush. |
| 5 | Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad. * * * Dwight: The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I. |
| 6 | Marv: This is blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back! There's no choice left. And I'm ready for war. |
| 7 | Marv: It wasn't you losers who killed Goldie. The guy who did that knew what he was doing. Still, you got to have something to tell me. Like who it was who sent you. (Marv pistol whips him) Marv: (pause) Marv: I don't hear you giving me any name, jerk. Guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high. (shoots him in the crotch) Marv: You keep holding out on me like this, and I'm going to have to get really nasty. Stan: It was Telly Stern passed me the order. Runs the tables over to the Triple Ace Club. |
| 8 | Ronnie: Remember - we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian! Brian: You're right, Ronnie - lend us your knife. |
| 9 | Marv: Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers. * * * Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you? Marv: (holding up Kevin's severed head) What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest. |
| 10 | Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart? Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas. |
| 11 | Dwight: (narrating) Dozens of them. Armed to the teeth. I'm outnumbered. Outgunned. But the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow. They can't surround me. Sometimes you can beat the odds with a careful choice of where to fight. Dwight: (holding Jackie Boy's head over the group of mobsters with Becky and Gail in tow) You can have Old Town! I don't care... just gimme the woman! (Jackie Boy's head 'talks' with tape over its mouth) Dwight: Shut up. Gail: Dwight... don't do this. Becky: Hey, wait a minute, something's not right... Schutz: SHUT UP! Or I'll plug ya. Manute: Of course, Mr. McCarthy. A fair trade. She's all yours. Manute: (the head and Gail are exchanged. The group raise their guns) Now, if you'll explain to me why we shouldn't blow both of you to pieces? Gail: Dwight... what have you done? Dwight: Exactly what I had to... every step of the way. Becky: No! It isn't right! There wasn't no tape over his mouth! How come there's tape over his mouth? (Dwight produces Brian's remote and the head detonates from a hidden grenade, knocking back a few of the gangsters) Dwight: (narrating) Where to fight counts for a lot... Manute: Cute trick, McCarthy... but it will do you no good... Dwight: (continuing) But there's nothing like having your friends show up... (We see a battalion of armed Old Town girls surround the alley) Dwight: With lotsa guns... Manute: NO! McCarthy, you SHIT! |
| 12 | Marv: (Narrating, watching Kevin go downstairs) Heading down for a midnight snack... and I can guess what kind. * * * Shellie: If you're gonna slug me, just go ahead and get it over with, you sick bastard. Jack Rafferty: There you go, lying about me again in front of my friends. I have never hit a woman in my life. (Jackie-Boy hits Shellie in the face) |
| 13 | Dwight: He's got the drop on her! Gail: He's got squat! He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it * * * Wendy: Kill em' for me Marv. Kill 'em good. Marv: I won't let you down, Goldie. |
| 14 | Yellow Bastard: Do you think I'm tired? You think I'm getting tired? You're the one who's gonna crack! You'll crack! You'll cry and beg! You'll Scream! Oh, yeah, you'll scream, you big, fat, ugly cow! You'll scream! (leans in closer) Yellow Bastard: You thinking the whip was the worse I could do? That was foreplay. Nancy Callahan: Hartigan was right about you. You can't get it up unless I scream. You're pathetic! You're pathetic. Yellow Bastard: It's not wise at all to make fun of me like that. It brings out the worst in me. (raises knife) |
| 15 | Shellie: I've done some dumb things. Dwight: Seeing as how I'm one of those dumb things, I can't give you too hard a time on that, Shellie. |
| 16 | (last lines) The Salesman: (narrating) Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything... The Salesman: Becky, care for a smoke? Becky: (on cell phone) I love you too, mom. The Salesman: (narrating, screen goes black) ... Anything. |
| 17 | Marv: So, you were scared, weren't you Goldie? Somebody wanted you dead and you knew it. Well, I'm gonna find that son of a bitch that killed you, and I'm gonna give him the hard goodbye. Walk down the right back alley in Sin City, and you can find anything. |
| 18 | (narration) Marv: The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie. |
| 19 | Nancy, Age 11: They won't let me testify. I told the cops that you saved my life and they just acted like I was crazy. They talked my parents into keeping me away. They said that you done things that you didn't do. I told them that you saved me from that Roark creep, but they won't even check me out to see if I'm still a virgin. I'm still a virgin, still alive... thanks to you. They got it all backwards. John Hartigan: Sometimes the truth doesn't matter like it ought. But you'll always remember things right. That's gonna mean a lot to me. But stay away, Nancy. They'll kill you if you don't stay away. Don't visit me. Don't write me. Don't even say my name. Nancy, Age 11: Maybe you won't let me visit, but I'll still write to you, Hartigan. I'll sign my letters "Cordelia." That's the name of a really cool detective in books I read. I'll write to you every week... for forever. John Hartigan: Sure, kid. Now run on home. It's not safe for you here. (Nancy walks away) John Hartigan: Bye, Nancy. (Nancy turns around at the door) Nancy, Age 11: I love you. |
| 20 | Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know... Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people. * * * John Hartigan: An old man dies. A young woman lives. A fair trade. I love you, Nancy. |
| 21 | (Dwight is driving to The Pits) Jack Rafferty: ...sccaught you ssmokinggthere, bud. Dwight: You shut the hell up, Jackie-Boy. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up. Jack Rafferty: ...Hntells you somethin 'bout your sstate a' mind don't it?... Ss'got you hearin things'got yer nerves shot. S'got you ssmoking... You know it's truuuuuuue nobody ever really quitsss... Smoker's a smoker when the chips're downn and your chips're down, pretty much Dwight: I'm fine, you shut the hell up. Jack Rafferty: Will ya look at thaat! Oooooh, those hookers let ya dowwnn hehehehe... What're you gonna do when ya run outta gas? Call Triple A? You ssucker for the babes, you... You ain't even gonna make itt to The Pitss. Dwight: You shut the hell up... I'll make it. Jack Rafferty: Not unless you keep your eyess on the road, sshugar-pie... Jack Rafferty: (shouts) Watch it! (Dwight swerves to miss an oncoming car. Jackie-Boy falls onto Dwight's arm, leaning on him) Jack Rafferty: Ahh this is grrreatt, s'just like being in a buddy movie. Heheheheh... Jack Rafferty: Shut Up! (flings Jackie-Boy off of him) Jack Rafferty: Hehehe (cop on a motorcycle follows them) Jack Rafferty: Oh, you're screwed. It's over. (lights cigarette) Jack Rafferty: You're flushed. Dwight: This time I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up. Sure he's an asshole... Sure he's dead... Sure I'm just imagining that he's talking. None of that stops the bastard from being absolutely right. I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop. Not in this heap. The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not. Tough call. For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy. Working stiff with a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids. My hand moves all on its own, sliding on of my guns to my lap and thumbing back the hammer. I don't know what to do... Jack Rafferty: You better stopp, you're making him mad. Dwight: ...Whatever you say... (slams on the brakes, smashing Jackie-Boy's head into the dashboard) |
| 22 | Marv: I had to fight some cops. Lucille: Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you? Marv: Nah, I don't think so, but they know they been in a fight, that's for sure. |
| 23 | Senator Roark: Tell anybody the truth and they're dead! * * * Shellie: On a night like this everybody's looking for somebody stranger. * * * John Hartigan: You're just a horny ex-con watching an exotic dancer. |
| 24 | Shellie: Forget it, man, You can bang on that door *all* night if you want. There's no way in hell I'm letting you in. * * * Shellie: Wish you would've dropped by earlier, Jackie Boy. Then you could've met my boyfriend, could've seen what a real man looks like. |
| 25 | Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice. Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixie person on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho. |
| 26 | Dwight: There's no use arguing with her, the ladies are their own enforcers. * * * Shellie: You brought your whole pack with you? None of these losers got lives they gotta hang with you? |
| 27 | Marv: I've been framed for murder and the cops are in on it. But the real enemy, the son of a bitch who killed the angel lying next to me, he's out there somewhere, out of sight, the big missing piece that'll give me the how and the why and a face and a name and a soul to send screaming into hell. |
| 28 | Yellow Bastard: (on the phone) And it'd better be perfect or I'm gonna call my dad! * * * Yellow Bastard: (referring to 19-year-old Nancy) A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once! |
| 29 | Yellow Bastard: (to Hartigan) My dad - I'd love him if I didn't *hate* him! He spent a fortune hiring every expert on the planet to grow back that equipment you blew off between my legs! He succeeded, although, as you can see, there were side effects... |
| 30 | Wendy: (Marv has just easily shrugged off the ropes) You sat there and took it... when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to... Marv: Sure, but I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you. And I probably would've had to paste you one getting the gun. And I don't hurt girls. |
| 31 | Dwight: It wasn't "Stop." Shellie wasn't saying "Stop." If I had waited and listened to her, I would've known. I could've warned the girls to go easy. To settle for scaring them off. Shellie didn't say "Stop," she said "Cop." He's a *cop*. Detective Lieutenant Jack Rafferty. "Iron Jack" the papers call him. A goddamn *hero cop*. |
| 32 | Marv: That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know * * * John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God. |
| 33 | Dwight: My warrior woman. My Valkyrie. You'll always be mine, always and never. Never. The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. Always and never. If I have to die for you tonight, I will. |
| 34 | Marv: I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him. |
| 35 | Brian: Want the head there, sweetheart? Come and get it! (Dwight jumps into the sewer, guns blazing) Brian: I coulda put a bullet in your ear just now, laddy, if I hadn't gone off and got me revolver all wet and useless. (big explosion) Brian: Better come clean with ya now, sweetheart. That was an outright lie I was giving ya about me revolver. |
| 36 | Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts. |
| 37 | Dwight: Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking his sword to other gladiators like him. They woulda tossed him girls like Nancy back then. |
| 38 | (voiceover) John Hartigan: I take away his weapon. (shoots Junior's hand) John Hartigan: (pauses) Both of them. (shoots Junior's groin) |
| 39 | Gail: (to the Oldtown Girls) We'll fight the cops, the mob, and anybody else who tries to move in on us. We'll go to war. Dwight: Don't be stupid, Gail. Get me a car. Gail: Who do you think you are? You got what you wanted out of us. (Gail puts the gun to his face) Gail: You got what you wanted out of me. Dwight: If I don't make it back, you can have your war. (Dwight and Gail kiss) Dwight: (to Miho) Get me a hardtop with a decent engine and make sure it's got a big trunk. (to Gail) Dwight: I'll always love ya, baby. Gail: Always and never. |
| 40 | (repeated line) Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'. * * * Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people. |
| 41 | Priest: ...ask yourself if that corpse of a slut is worth dying for. Marv: Worth dying for. (shoots priest) Marv: Worth killing for. (shoots him again) Marv: Worth going to hell for. (shoots him again) Marv: Amen. |
| 42 | Dwight: (after asking Miho to put Jackie-Boy out of his misery) She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him. |
| 43 | Dwight: (while being rescued from the Tar Pits) Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd shown up about ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head. |
| 44 | Dwight: I tell little Miho what has to be done. Then I'll make the most important phone call in my life. |
| 45 | Marv: (while exacting revenge on Kevin) He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams. |
| 46 | John Hartigan: When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench. |
| 47 | John Hartigan: There's wrong, and there's wrong, and there's *this*. * * * Stuka: (after getting shot with an arrow) Hey... Will ya look at that? It's right through me. Guys, look. It's cut a hole right through me. Schutz: There's something wrapped around it. Some kind of note. Manute: Give it to me. Stuka: Guys, this is starting to really hurt. Just look at it. It's poked a hole right through me. Guys? Manute: (reading the note) McCarthy, you fool. Stuka: Guys, don't you think maybe somebody oughta call a doctor for me or something? This isn't the kind of thing you just ignore, guys. Manute: Out back. Everyone. Bring the women. Stuka: Guys? |
| 48 | Marv: Wait a second. Why'd she call you Wendy? Wendy: Because that's my name, you ape. Goldie was my sister. My twin sister. Marv: I guess she was the nice one. |
| 49 | Marv: (to Kevin) I got you now, ya little bastard. Let's see you hop around now. * * * (Marv's last line) Marv: Is that the best you can do, you pansies? |
| 50 | Dwight: Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it. |
| 51 | John Hartigan: Aim careful, and look the devil in the eye. * * * Jack Rafferty: Come on in the car, baby. Becky: I'm sorry. I do the day shift and it's been a long day. Besides, I don't do group jobs. Jack Rafferty: Come on in and we can just have a nice talk. Becky: I don't do talk jobs either. |
| 52 | (after Jackie-Boy's head explodes) Manute: No, McCarthy, you shit! * * * John Hartigan: Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out. |
| 53 | Marv: I'm on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face. And I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it. |
| 54 | Dwight: First, we gotta rescue Gail. Then comes the kill. The big, fat kill. * * * John Hartigan: Nancy's car. Six miles from the farm. "Nobody but me can keep this heap running" she told me. Good girl. The car stalled out on that yellow bastard and you didn't tell him how to start it up again. You kept your mouth shut. I'll bet Junior was furious. |
| 55 | Senator Roark: Power don't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big, and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you've got e'm by the balls. |
| 56 | (first lines) The Salesman: (voiceover) She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps. She only goes stiff for a moment. |
| 57 | Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here. * * * John Hartigan: (to Nancy) Whatever he does to you: don't scream. * * * Marv: You can scream now if you want. |
| 58 | (Hartigan is on his way to go save a girl from a rapist) Bob: I'm gonna get on the horn and wait for back-up. We're gonna wait for back-up! John Hartigan: Sure, Bob. You'll call for back-up. And we'll sit on our hands while that Roark brat gets his sick thrills from victim number four. Victim number four! Nancy Callahan. Age 11. She'll be raped and slashed to ribbons. And that back-up we're waiting on will just happen to show up late enough to let Roark get back home to his U.S. Senator daddy and everything will be fine until Junior gets the itch again. Bob: Take a deep breath, Hartigan. Settle down and think straight. You're pushing 60. You've got a bum ticker. You're not saving anybody. John Hartigan: You've got a great attitude, Bob. You're a great cop. A real credit to the force, you are. Bob: Eileen's home waiting for you. Think about Eileen. John Hartigan: Heck, Bob. Maybe you're right. Bob: I'm glad to hear you're finally talking sense! (Hartigan punches Bob in the face) John Hartigan: (narrating) Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement. |
| 59 | Cop: Sir! There's no sign of the target. Marv: Here's a sign. (comes up behind cop and swings hatchet into the cop's crotch) |
| 60 | John Hartigan: (pounding Yellow Bastard into floor) John Hartigan: (shouts) Eight long years, you son of a bitch! |
| 61 | Bob: (Bob is waiting outside the city prison after Hartigan's release) It's a lotta miles into town, Hartigan. You care for a ride? John Hartigan: Long as you stay in front of me. Bob: Prison's made you paranoid. Talk about water under the bridge. Christ. (he takes a drag on his cigarette) Bob: Eight years. John Hartigan: (softly) Yeah. Eight years. Bob: Well, if it's any consolation to ya... (he takes another drag) Bob: ... you made me hate myself. |
| 62 | Marv: (Marv is walking in the back door to Kadie's) (voiceover) Marv: Walk down the right back alley in Sin City... Bouncer: (the bouncer throws someone out the door) Leave your hands off Nancy! Marv: (voiceover) ... and you could find anything. (Marv steps over the man on the ground and walks right up to the bouncer) Bouncer: That coat looks like Baghdad. So does your face. Take off! (Marv jabs his thumbs into the bouncer's eyes and walks him backwards through the door) Bouncer: Urrrghh... aaahhhhh! Ahhh! (Marv throws him into a corner booth) Maeve: (watching the whole thing) He's new here, Marv, he didn't know. |
| 63 | Shellie: (after Dwight dunks Jackie-Boy in his own urine) Dwight, what did you do to him? Dwight: I gave him a taste of his own medicine. |
| 64 | Cardinal Roark: (holding Kevin's head before Marv kills him) We're going home, Kevin. * * * Marv: Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants. |
| 65 | Dwight: Do I risk it all and take this cop down? * * * Klump: I can only express puzzlement, that borders on alarm. |
| 66 | Lucille: (screaming) He made me WATCH! Christ, I could use a cigarette. Marv: (narrating) That's the thing with dames; sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know. |
| 67 | Dwight: It's your apartment. But be careful, Shellie, this clown's got big, mean drunk-on and he's got four friends out there in the hall, breathing hard and just as drunk as he is. Jack Rafferty: Hey, I could swear I heard somebody in there with you, just now. You got somebody with you, baby? You be honest with me. You owe me that much. Shellie: Somebody? Jackie Boy, it's a regular African love-fest in here. I got me all five starters and half the bench of the Basin City Blues keeping me company. You feel like taking them on? Jack Rafferty: You're teasing me, baby. I'm no racist. |
| 68 | Jack Rafferty: You're gonna love this, baby. * * * Klump: And, if my current state of much-justified petulance permits me to press the point, you are likeways demonstratably bereft of a working understanding of the perimeters of our beforementioned mission at hand. Klump: Relevant to said mission is the following query I now put forth to you. Said query concerning matters strictly spatial in nature... Wherein this most streamlined and trunkless of transports, boner-inspiring though it may be, wherein are we to reposit our recently deceased cargo? |
| 69 | Senator Roark: Evening, Officer. I don't have to introduce myself, do I? You read the papers. This being an election year, you've seen plenty of my picture. You know what I can do. And I'm doing you, Hartigan. Cold and hard, I'm doing you. |
| 70 | Jack Rafferty: You want to see it? You wanna see what I got? Becky: I've seen all shapes, all sizes. Jack Rafferty: (pulls gun) You seen this one? |
| 71 | (from trailer) Yellow Bastard: Recognize my voice, Hartigan? Recognize my voice, you piece-of-shit cop? I look different, but I bet you can recognize my voice! |
| 72 | Marv: What if I'm wrong? I've got a condition. I get confused sometimes. What if I've imagined all this? What if I've finally turned into what they've always said I would turn into? A maniac. A psycho killer. |
| 73 | Marv: (voiceover) Goldie's dead. I've been framed for murder. The cops are in on it. Cop: (knocks on door) Open up! Police! Marv: I'll be right out. (flicks lighter shut) Marv: (Door is blown off its hinges, taking several cops with it) |
| 74 | (from trailer) Dwight: It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people. |
| 75 | Becky: (after Jackie Boy pulls a gun on her) Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life. |
| 76 | Dwight: This clown's out of control. I followed him here to make sure he didn't hurt any of the girls. Gail: Us helpless little girls. |
| 77 | John Hartigan: I'm looking for Nancy Callahan. Shellie: Eyes to the stage, pilgrim. She's just warming up. |
| 78 | (after being smacked in the jaw by Jackie Boy) Bozo No. 1: (about Jackie Boy) He is generous. But that temper of his... you shouldn't have picked on him like you did. My temper, you don't have to worry about. Shellie: (grabs a knife and points it at him) Shut up and keep your hands to yourself, or I'll cut your little pecker off. Bozo No. 1: Woo! I been told! |
| 79 | The Salesman: The wind rises, electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far, far away. I tell her I love her. (silenced gunshot) The Salesman: The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning. |
| 80 | (from trailer) Jack Rafferty: Come on get in the car baby, we'll just talk it'd be nice. (pulls gun) |
| 81 | Jack Rafferty: Baby doll, I've had me one helluva bad day. I've been beaten up every time I turn around. |
| 82 | John Hartigan: Roark! Give it up. Let the girl go. Roark Jr.: (holding a young Nancy) You can't do a goddamn thing to me Hartigan. You know who I am. You know who my father is! You can't touch me, you piece of shit cop! Look at you, you can't even lift that cannon you carry! John Hartigan: (pause) Sure I can. (shoots Junior) |
| 83 | Manute: The truce of Sin City will be shattered. There'll be arrests, there'll be deaths. Nothing can stop this. * * * Marv: I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball. |
| 84 | John Hartigan: (after turning down Nancy) Cold shower. It helps. * * * Nancy Callahan: (to Hartigan) It has always been you. All these years... |
| 85 | John Hartigan: (beating the Yellow Bastard's head in) After a while all I'm doing is punching wet chips of bone into the floorboards. So I stop. |
| 86 | Cop: You tagged him good. Cop: Don't take no chances. Perforate the fool! John Hartigan: (turns around and shoots them) Good advice. |
| 87 | Jack Rafferty: (with his hand cut, and one of Miho's shuriken in his butt, while crawling to pick up his hand) This isn't funny... |
| 88 | Brian: (to Dwight) Never give an Irishman a cause for revenge. * * * Yellow Bastard: (raises knife) Here it comes, it's gonna hurt. John Hartigan: You're right about that. (stabs him) John Hartigan: Sucker. |
| 89 | Lenny: Hold on, Benny. I just want to make sure these two get along all right. Roark Jr.: And what kind of a beast couldn't get along with a precious little girl like this? You're probably scared now, but you have nothing to be scared of. All we're going to do is talk, just a nice talk, you and me. Don't you cry now. |
| 90 | (Marv has been mistaken for Goldie's murderer) Marv: You crazy god-damn broad! Just take a look at this mug. Would any of you dames let me get close enough to you to kill you? None of you would, but Goldie... But she only did because she thought I could protect her. And I bet those cops didn't do a damn thing about those other girls, did they? But as soon as they had me for a fall guy they showed up, guns blazing. But they didn't get me and I've been killing my way to the truth ever since. So go ahead, doll, shoot me now, or get the hell out of my way. |
| 91 | Marv: That's one fine coat you're wearing * * * Marv: I try to slow my heart down and breathe the fire out of my lungs. * * * Nancy Callahan: (to Hartigan) Let me stay close. Nothing can happen to me when I'm with you. |
| 92 | (Dwight has been pulled over by a policeman on a motorcycle, with Jackie-Boy slumped over dead in the passenger seat) Motorcycle Cop: Your buddy there... Partied a little too hard tonight? Dwight: (staring coldly at the cop) I'm the designated driver. Motorcycle Cop: (pause) Well, you're driving with a busted tail light. (another pause) Motorcycle Cop: I'll let you off with a warning. Dwight: (after the cop leaves) What next? |
| 93 | John Hartigan: ...Get some sleep. Nancy Callahan: Sleep with me. John Hartigan: No, Nancy! * * * Shlubb: I only seek the most lighthearted and momentary digression. The briefest indulgent in automotive pleasure. Klump: For cheap thrills. Such short-lived durability, Mr. Shlubb. You risk engendering ill will on the part of our employers. |
| 94 | The Customer: Are you as bored of that crowd as I am? The Salesman: I didn't come here for the party... I came here for you. |
| 95 | Brian: (tossing a grenade at Miho) Suck on this, you stupid slag! * * * Schutz: We just gotta stand here and watch this? |
| 96 | Stuka: I knew there was a reason I got out of bed this morning. * * * John Hartigan: Just one hour to go. My last day on the job. Early retirement. Not my idea. Doctor's orders. Heart condition. Angina, he calls it. I'm polishing my badge and getting used to the idea of saying goodbye to it. It and the 30 odd years of protecting and serving and tears and... blood and terror... triumph it represents. I'm thinking about Ilene's slow smile, bout the thick, fat steak she picked up at the butchers today. I'm thinking about the one loose end I haven't tied up. A little girl out there, caught in the hands of a drowning lunatic. |
| 97 | Dwight: (while kissing Gail) She almost yanks my head clean off, shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts. An explosion that blasts away the dull, gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine. |
| 98 | Marv: (narrating) I don't know why you died, Goldie. I don't know why and I don't know how, I never even met you before tonight. But you were a friend and more when I needed one. And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you. It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him. I love you, Goldie. * * * Marv: (shows up at Luccile's apartment heavily bandaged) It's okay, Luccile. I was just grazed. |
| 99 | Becky: Sure, there's money. Sure, you can move my mom into Old Town, and let her know that her daughter's a goddamn whore. Schutz: (sarcastically) Breaks your heart, doesn't it? |
| 100 | Marv: (Narrating) I've been having so much fun I forgot to take my medicine. * * * Dwight: A hardtop, with a decent engine. And make sure it's got a big trunk! |
| 101 | The Salesman: I'll cash her check in the morning. * * * (repeated line) The Salesman: Care for a smoke? * * * John Hartigan: (after pounding Roark Jr.'s head to mush) So long, Junior. Been a pleasure. |
| 102 | Old Fred: Oh! Frankenstein! Ringo: Yeah, I used to go out with his sister. Old Fred: His sister? Ringo: Yeah, Phyllis. |
| 103 | Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: If I spoke prose you'd all find out - I don't know what I talk about. * * * Paul: Senile delinquents. * * * John: It appears to be a group of fellas. |
| 104 | Old Fred: Now whatever you do, don't touch that button! Ringo: Which button? Old Fred: That button. Ringo: This button? (presses the button and is ejected) Ringo: Aaaahhhhh! Old Fred: That was the panic button. |
| 105 | Paul: Look, it's a school of whales. Ringo: They look a little bit old for school. Paul: University then. Ringo: University of "Wales". John: They look like drop-outs to me. |
| 106 | John: Break the glass. George: We can't! Paul: It's Beatle-proof. John: Nothing is Beatle-proof! * * * Ringo: Cor! It's all a load of Father Xmas's. Paul: No, that's Father Time. Ringo: How'd you know that? Paul: Well, I read it in a book once. |
| 107 | John: It's blue glass. George: Must be from Kentucky, then. * * * (Ringo picks up a hole and puts it in his pocket) Ringo: I've got a hole in me pocket. |
| 108 | (the Beatles are shown as their live action selves) George: That was one great party. And we brought back some lovely souvenirs. (takes out a kite string with a wind-up mistaken for a motor) George: Here's the motor. Paul: And I've got a little (the word "love" comes out of his hand) Paul: love. Ringo: (takes out a fake hole from his pocket) And I've got a hole in my pocket. George: A hole? Ringo: Well, half a hole anyway. I gave the rest to Jeremy. George: What can he do with half a hole? Paul: Fix it to keep his mind from wandering! |
| 109 | Chief Meanie: Pepperland is a tickle of joy on the blue belly of the universe. It must be scratched. Right, Max? Max: Yes, Your Blueness. Chief Meanie: WHAT? We Meanies only take "no" for an answer! Is that understood, Max? Max: No, Your Blueness! Chief Meanie: That's better. |
| 110 | Old Fred: Help! Help! Help! Ringo: No thanks, don't need any. Old Fred: Won't you please, please help me! |
| 111 | Ringo: Hey, I wonder what'll happen if I pull this lever. Old Fred: Oh, you mustn't do that now. Ringo: Can't help it. I'm a born "Liver-pooler." |
| 112 | John: Hey Ringo, I just had the strangest dream. Ringo: I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach. |
| 113 | Chief Meanie: A thing of beauty; destroy it forever! * * * Jeremy: Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know! |
| 114 | (Jeremy is writing with his foot) Jeremy: These are the footnotes for my nineteenth book. This is my standard procedure for doing it. And while I compose it, I'm also reviewing it! John: ...Were your notices good? Jeremy: It's my policy never to read my reviews. George: A boob for all seasons. |
| 115 | John: Hullo, there, blue people! Won't you join us? Hook up, and otherwise co-mingle? Whaddaya say? Chief Meanie: Max... Max: Yes, your Blueness... er, your NEWness? Chief Meanie: It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where could we go? Max: Argentina? John: Are you with us? Will you join? Chief Meanie: Shall we? Max: (nodding) No! Chief Meanie: (threatening) AARGH! Max: (hastily) N-n-y-y-y-y-YES! Your Newness! Chief Meanie: Yeeeees, Max! Jeremy: Yes! Ah, yes is a word with a glorious ring! A true universal utopious thing! Engenders embracing and chasing of blues, the very best word for the whole world to use! Chief Meanie: Yes, let us mix, Max. I've never admitted it before, but my cousin is the blue-bird of happiness! |
| 116 | Chief Meanie: Today, Pepperland goes... BLUEly! * * * Chief Meanie: GO, glove! Point, and having pointed, POUNCE! |
| 117 | Old Fred: Not polite to point! * * * Chief Meanie: What, what, what! The glove is losing his touch! |
| 118 | John: Move over, I'm driving. George: No, I got here first. Ringo: I'll drive if you like... George: No, you sit in the middle. John: No, I'm sitting in the middle. Ringo: You said you were driving. John: I am driving. George: I'll get in the back, then. (they drive off camera) George: (CRASH!) |
| 119 | (opening a door to find King Kong abducting a woman) George: Do you think we're interrupting something? John: I think so. |
| 120 | Old Fred: Well, lads, what do you think? George: I think that... Old Fred: Remember, there'll be rough seas ahead! What do you think? Paul: Well, um... Old Fred: Pounding overwhelming waves! What do you think of that, eh? John: Well, I think that... Ringo: As a matter of fact, I think that... George, Paul, John, Ringo: I think... Old Fred: Well? George, Paul, John, Ringo: I've forgotten. |
| 121 | Paul: Do you ever get the feeling... Ringo: Yeah. Paul: That things aren't as rosy as they appear to be under the surface? |
| 122 | John: Well, in my humble opinion, we've become involved in Einstein's time-space continuum theory. George: All right. John: Relatively speaking, that is. |
| 123 | George: Maybe time's gone on strike. Ringo: What for? George: Shorter hours. Ringo: I don't blame it. Must be very tiring being time, mustn't it? George, John, Paul: Why? Ringo: Well, it's a twenty-four hour day, isn't it? John: You surprise me, Ringo. Ringo: Why? John: Dealing in abstracts. |
| 124 | (after Ringo ejects himself from the submarine) Paul: Poor Ringo. George: Poor lad. Paul: Never did no harm to no one. John: Hey, lads, now that Ringo's gone, what do we do? Old Fred: Learn to sing trios. Paul: Naw, let's save the poor devil. |
| 125 | (being swallowed by the vacuum monster) John: The monster's packing in! Old Fred: By all the sea nymphets! We're losing power! George: We're being swallowed! Paul: What should we do? John: Serve tea? Paul: Lovely. |
| 126 | John: It's time... for time! * * * Old Fred: By Neptune's knickerbockers! She's puttered out! * * * Paul: Let's show him our motor. John: Steady on! I mean, you don't want to be showing your motor to just anybody. |
| 127 | Old Fred: (the motor has conked out) By Neptune's knickerbockers! She's puttered out! George: Maybe we should call a road service? Paul: Can't, no road! Ringo: And we're not sub... scribers? John,Paul,George: Subscribers, oh... |
| 128 | Ringo: Hey, uh, Mr. Boob - you can come with us, if you like. Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: You mean... you'd take a nowhere man? Ringo: Yeah. Come on, we'll take you somewhere. |
| 129 | George: Ok, men all aboard. Lets go somewhere. Ringo: (Indicating Jeremy) What about him? John: He's happy enough going around in circles. Ringo: Aw, poor fellow. Can't he come with us? Paul: I don't know. Ringo's just a sentamentalist. Ringo: Hey, Mr Boob! You can come with us if you like. Jeremy: You... you mean you'd take a nowhere man? Ringo: Yea, come on. We'll take you somewhere. |
| 130 | Ringo: (Describing the Yellow Submarine to himself after his first encounter with it) It must have been one of those Unidentified Flying Cupcakes... a pigment of me imagination. |
| 131 | Paul: Groovy! How do you start this thing? Old Fred: She starts with a Blue Meanie attack. John: Well... supposing there are no Blue Meanies in the neighbourhood? Old Fred: oh, well, then you, um, start looking for a switch. Ringo: (They all start trying random buttons and switches. Ringo pushes one that starts playing the first few notes of the song "All Together Now") Perhaps this is it? |
| 132 | John: Hey, Jeremy, what do you know about holes? Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: There are simply no holes in my education. Paul: You mean you haven't composed a "hole" book? |
| 133 | Lord Mayor: It's quite uncanny, your faces... Paul: We're quite cute, really. Lord Mayor: You could pass for the originals! John: Well, we are the originals. |
| 134 | Lord Mayor: You could pass as the originals! John: But we are the originals. * * * (seeing the Chief Meanie for the first time) John: He reminds me of my old English teacher. |
| 135 | Paul: (singing) Tiptoe... through the meanies... * * * Blue Meanie: Are you, er... blueish? You don't LOOK blueish. |
| 136 | George: Okay, instruments at the ready... John: Okay, on the beat of one, a-two, a-three, a-four, a-five, a-six... Ringo: Hey, can't you make it three? John: Oh, all right, on the beat of three: A-one, a-two, a-three... |
| 137 | Chief Meanie: My dear friend... let us not forget that heaven is blue. * * * Chief Meanie: Ah, here you are my glovey-dovey. Go get thee hence, and destroy yon upstarts. SMASH THEM, SQUASH THEM, CRUSH THEM! O-BLUE-terate them! * * * Max: Here, your Blueness... have some nasty medicine! |
| 138 | John: If I could come in, here, I think the theory put forward by Einstein... Paul: (singing) Einstein, Einstein, any-any-any old Einstein... John: Could well be applied here. The people in the ball are obviously extensions of our own personalities, suspended, as it were, in time, frozen in space... George: Uh, John... John: ...According to the now-famous theory of relativity... George: John... John: Which, briefly explained... George: John! John: Is simply a matter of taking two eggs... George: JOHN! John: Beating lightly, and adding a little salt and pepper to taste... |
| 139 | George: As a matter of fact, there's a war on. John: Then brothers in war, to the skirmish must we hence! Shall we hence? Paul: Oh, let's not waste any more time sitting on the hence! Beatles to battle! Charge! |
| 140 | (Jeremy is cornered by the Chief Meanie) Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: He does, in truth, seem quite annoyed. Some reference material be-be-before I'm destroyed! (reading) Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: "Where ground is soft most often grows, arise! Arise! Arouse! A rose! (a rose sprouts on the Chief Meanie's nose) Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: A rosy nose? Chief Meanie: SPEAK YOUR LAST PIECE! Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: Peace! Peace! Supplant the doom and the gloom! Turn off what is sour! Turn into a flower and BLOOM! BLOOM! BLOOM! (roses sprout all over the Chief Meanie) |
| 141 | (last lines) John, Paul, George, Ringo: All together, now! * * * Old Fred: All right then. Let's get this vessel shipshape. Ringo: I kind of like it the way it is. Submarine shape. |
| 142 | George: Hey! There's a Cyclops! Paul: Can't be. It's got two eyes. John: Must be a "bicycle-ops" then. Ringo: There's another one. John: A whole "'cyclopedia"! |
| 143 | George: Yes, dey do look very nice, don't dey? Ringo: Yes, dey do. John: Dey do dough, don't dey? George: Yes, dey do. Ringo: Don't dey, dough? George: Dough? (Paul enters) John: Fa-la. Dat dough! |
| 144 | Ringo: Oh, your story has touched me heart. Jump in. We'll get me friends. Old Fred: Oh, bless you. Ringo: Did I sneeze? |
| 145 | Paul: And do you speak English? Jeremy: Old English, Middle, a dialect pure. George: Well, do you speak English? Jeremy: You know I'm not sure. Ringo: He's so smart he doesn't even remember what he knows! |
| 146 | Narrator: Once upon a time, or maybe twice, there was an unearthly paradise called Pepperland. 80,000 leagues beneath the sea it lay, or lie. I'm not too sure. * * * Chief Blue Meanie: Hee, hee hee hee hee! Oh, I haven't laughed so much since Pompeii. |
| 147 | Ringo: Hey, would you believe me if I told you I was being followed by a yellow submarine? Police Officer: No, no, I would not. Ringo: Oh, yeah, didn't think you would. I could've sworn I saw a yellow submarine. But that's not logic now. Is it? It must've been one of them "Unidentified Flying Cupcakes". Or a figment of me imagination. But I don't have an imagination. |
| 148 | (seeing John looking through a telescope, concerned) Paul: What's the matter, John Love? Blue Meanies. John Lennon: Newer and bluer Meanies have been sighted in the vicinity of this theatre. There's only one way we can go out! George: How's that? John Lennon: Singing! |
| 149 | Ringo: Liverpool can be a lonely place on a Saturday night, and this is only Thursday morning. * * * Paul: Say, Ringo, you're not half the lad you used to be. |
| 150 | (in the Sea of Holes) John: This place reminds me of Blackburn, Lancashire. * * * Chief Blue Meanie: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... the hills are alive! Max: (singing) With the sound of music. |
| 151 | Chief Meanie: Ah, the hills are alive... Max: (sings) ... with the sound of music! Chief Meanie: (Punches Max) Who did it? Who is responsible for this? Max: Rimsky-Korsakov? (Chief Meanie shoots him, Blue Menial #3 stomps him into ground) Max: (Poking his head up from ground) Guy Lombardo? |
| 152 | Old Fred: Hey, what would your friends be doing here? Ringo: Displaying. Old Fred: Displaying what? Ringo: Dis-playing around. |
| 153 | Chief Blue Meanie: (as Blue Minions are routed) You're advancing the wrong way! Retreat backwards! * * * Chief Meanie: Tomorrow the world! |
| 154 | Old Fred: You've got to steer clear. Ringo: Steer clear? Old Fred: Yes, steer. Clear? Ringo: Yes, dear. |
| 155 | Old Fred: "H" for "Hurry," "E" for "'Ergent,'" "L" for "Love me," and "P" for "P-P-P-Please help!" * * * George: It's all in the mind. |
| 156 | Ringo: George, what are you doing up there? George: (driving in Ringo's car) Now, what is it, Ringo? Is it a matter you want to take up... or down? Ringo: (indicating Fred) This chap, here. Old Fred: (crazy gibberish) Submarines! Explosions! Ringo, Old Fred, John: Blue Meanies! George: Aww, you're nuts, the pair of ya. (drives off) Ringo: Hey, that's my car, lad. George: How do you know it's your car, lad? Ringo: I know it anywhere. Red with yellow wheels. (the car changes colors) Ringo: I mean... blue with orange wheels. (the car changes colors again) George: It's all in the mind. |
| 157 | Paul: Shhh! George: What did you say? Paul: Shhh! George: Good plan. * * * George: Hey, it's seen us! Find the boxing button! Paul: Whoever heard of a "boxing button"? John: Who cares! Find one! |
| 158 | Lord Mayor: Four scores and 32 bars ago, our four fathers Old Fred: A quartet? Lord Mayor: And four mothers Old Fred: Another quartet? Lord Mayor: Made their way in this yellow submarine... Old Fred: What, that little thing? Lord Mayor: ...to Pepperland. |
| 159 | George: Hey, he looks wrong. Paul: He doesn't look at all well. George: In fact, he's horrible. John: He's so ugly. All: REALLY UGLY! |
| 160 | (George tries to fix the sub's motor, receiving a huge electric shock instead) Old Fred: What do you think? George: I think I burnt me finger. |
| 161 | John: I am the ego man, goo goo ga choo. * * * Ringo: (as Jeremy disables the Chief Blue Meenie with flowers) First time I saw that Nowhere Man, that Nobody, "I" knew he was Somebody. John: You're right. |
| 162 | Old Fred: (after they have all been turned into much younger versions of themselves) Now I don't mean to alarm you, mates, but the years are going backwards. George: What does that mean, Old Fred? Old Fred: It means that if we don't do something soon, we're all going to disappear up our own existance! Ringo: (sniffing) I want me mom! |
| 163 | Ringo: And we're not subscribers. * * * Paul: Oh, let's not waste time sitting on the hence. * * * Paul: Beatles to battle! CHARGE! |
| 164 | Ringo: Nothing ever happens to me. I'd jump in the river Mersey... but it looks like rain. * * * Chief Meanie: Let us not forget that Heaven is blue... (screaming) Chief Meanie: TOMORROW, THE WORLD! |
| 165 | Chief Meanie: Are the troops in readiness? Max: No, Your Blueness. Chief Meanie: The bonkers? Max: Nope. Chief Meanie: Clowns? Max: No. Chief Meanie: Snapping Turks? Max: No. Chief Meanie: Anti-music missiles? Max: No. Chief Meanie: The dreadful flying glove? Max: No! Chief Meanie: Splendid! Today... Pepperland goes blue-y...! |
| 166 | Ringo: (seeing Jeremy captured by the Blue Meanies) Jeremy! Can it be you? Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: Can it be me? I think you better inquire the guards, for when I was captured, they took all my cards. |
| 167 | John: (Frankenstein's monster has turned into John Lennon) Hey, Ringo, I've just had the strangest dream. Ringo: I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach. Now listen to old Fred. Old Fred: (speaking gibberish) Submarine! Explosions! Blue Meanies! (calmer) Old Fred: What do you think? John: (to Ringo) I think he needs a rehearsal. |
| 168 | (the Beatles have finally arrived in Pepperland) John: Pepperland! George: Looks a bit salty around the edges. |
| 169 | Chief Meanie: (confronting Jeremy) I think I'll tear him up into little pieces. Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: Oh, he does, does he? Chief Meanie: Yes, I think I'll make a blue burger out of him. Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: I don't care what you think. (tries to leave, but the Chief Meanie grabs him) Chief Meanie: Oh, you don't, eh? We'll soon see about that! |
| 170 | Old Fred: (Ringo is driving the submarine) You've got to steer clear! Ringo: Steer clear? Old Fred: Yes, steer. Clear? Ringo: Yes, steer. |
| 171 | Old Fred: (parking Ringo's car) Just park it here. Ringo: I'll just park it here. * * * George: It's all in the mind, you know! |
| 172 | George: Not a Meanie in sight. John: Not even a teeny Meanie. Paul: Not even a teeny-weeny Meanie. Ringo: Grace. |
| 173 | Blonde: Are you interested in films, by any chance? I like really old films. You can really see what the world looked like, thirty, fifty, a hundred years ago. You know the clothes, the telephones, the trains, the way people smoked cigarettes, the little details of life. The best films are like dreams you're never sure you've really had. I have this image in my head of a room full of sand. And a bird flies towards me, and dips its wing into the sand. And I honestly have no idea whether this image came from a dream, or a film. Sometimes I like it in films when people just sit there, not saying anything. * * * Guitar: La vida non vale nada. |
| 174 | Molecules: Are you interested in science by any chance? I'm interested in molecules. The Sufis say each one of us is a planet spinning in ecstasy. But I say each one of us is a set of shifting molecules. Spinning in ecstasy. In the near future, worn out things will be made new again by reconfiguring their molecules. A pair of shoes. A tire. Molecular detection will also allow the determination of an object's physical history. This match box for example. Its collection of molecules could indicate everywhere it's ever been. They could do it with your clothes. Or even with your skin, for that matter. Wait three days until you see the bread. The guitar will find you. Among us, there are those who are not among us. Lone Man: I'm among no one. |
| 175 | American: How the fuck did you get in here? Lone Man: I used my imagination. * * * American: Is this your twisted idea of revenge for something? Lone Man: No. Revenge is useless. |
| 176 | (last lines) American: What is your fucking agenda here? (pause) American: You people don't understand a fucking thing about how the world really works. Lone Man: I understand. But I understand subjectively. American: That's fucking nonsense. Your sick minds have been polluted with crap. Your music, movies, science. Fucking bohemians on hallucinogenic drugs. All that shit has poisoned you. And it has nothing to do with the real world. And I suppose you believe that by eliminating me, you will eliminate control over some fucking artificial reality. Lone Man: Reality is arbitrary. American: Fuck you. |
| 177 | (first lines) Creole: (character speaks in Spanish-French creole, English subtitles) You don't speak Spanish, right? French: (character translates for Creole) You don't speak Spanish, right? Creole: You are ready? Everything's cool? French: You are ready? Everything's cool? Lone Man: Yes! Creole: Good. French: Good. |
| 178 | Mexican: The old men in my village used to say, "Everything changes by the colour of the glass you see it through." Nothing is true. Everything is imagined. Do you know these reflections? For me sometimes the reflection is far more present than the thing being reflected. |
| 179 | Violin: Are you interested in music, by any chance? I believe that musical instruments, especially those made out of wood - cellos, violins, guitars, I believe that they resonate, musically, even when they're not being played. They have a memory. Every note that's ever been played on them is still inside of them, resonating in the molecules of the wood. I guess, like everything, it's just a matter of perception, no? |
| 180 | Mexican: The old men in my village used to say, everything changes by the colour of the glass you see it through. Nothing is true. Every thing's imagined. Do you notice reflections? For me, sometimes the reflection is far more present than the thing being reflected. Are you interested in hallucinations, by any chance? Have you ever tried peyote? Do you know who the Huicholes are? They wear mirrors around their necks. And they play violins. Handmade violins. With only one string. |
| 181 | Carmen Linares: (sung in Spanish with English subtitles) There he will see what the world really is. It's a handful of dirt. |
| 182 | Narrator: You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? * * * Narrator: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. |
| 183 | Lou: (Lou hits Tyler in the face) Do you hear me now? Tyler Durden: No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou. (Lou hits Tyler again) Tyler Durden: Still not getting it. (Lou hits Tyler a few more times) Tyler Durden: Ok, I got it. Shit, I lost it. (Lou continues to beat up Tyler) |
| 184 | Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and string green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may. |
| 185 | Tyler Durden: Fight Club was the beginning, now it's moved out of the basement, it's called Project Mayhem. * * * Tyler Durden: Only after disaster can we be resurrected. |
| 186 | Narrator: (Tyler steers the car into the opposite lane and accelerates) What are you doing? Tyler Durden: Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died? Ricky: Paint a self-portrait. The Mechanic: Build a house. Tyler Durden: (to Narrator) And you? Narrator: I don't know. Turn the wheel now, come on! Tyler Durden: You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? Narrator: I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? Fine. Come on! Tyler Durden: Not good enough. |
| 187 | Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? * * * Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility! |
| 188 | Tyler Durden: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted. |
| 189 | (first lines) (Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth) Narrator: (voiceover) People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden: Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator: ...i... ann... iinn... ff... nnyin... Narrator: (voiceover) With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. (Tyler removes the gun from the Narrator's mouth) Narrator: I can't think of anything. Narrator: (voiceover) For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is. |
| 190 | Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator: mumbles... Tyler Durden: I'm sorry... Narrator: I still can't think of anything. Tyler Durden: Ah... flashback humor. |
| 191 | Narrator: This is crazy... Tyler Durden: People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it. |
| 192 | Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! Narrator: OK. Give me some water! Tyler Durden: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or... (shouts) Tyler Durden: look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn. Narrator: Please let me have it... *Please*! Tyler Durden: First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die. |
| 193 | Tyler Durden: All right, if the applicant is young, tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training. |
| 194 | Robert 'Bob' Paulson: Go ahead, Cornelius, you can cry. * * * Marla Singer: Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem. |
| 195 | Tyler Durden: (pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane) You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? Narrator: So you can breathe. Tyler Durden: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows. Narrator: That's, um... That's an interesting theory. |
| 196 | Marla Singer: I've got a stomachful of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. |
| 197 | Marla Singer: Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! They almost broke my arm! They were burning their fingertips with lye, the stink was unbelievable! |
| 198 | Tyler Durden: It's getting exciting now, two and one-half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium. |
| 199 | Narrator: Tyler, what the fuck is going on here? Tyler Durden: I ask you for one thing, one simple thing. Narrator: Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me! Tyler Durden: Sit. Narrator: Now answer me, why do people think that I'm you. Tyler Durden: I think you know. Narrator: No, I don't. Tyler Durden: Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? Narrator: Uh... I... I don't know. (Random flashbacks) Tyler Durden: You got it. Narrator: No. Tyler Durden: Say it. Narrator: Because... Tyler Durden: Say it. Narrator: Because we're the same person. Tyler Durden: That's right. |
| 200 | (after vigorous sex with Tyler Durden) Marla Singer: My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school. |
| 201 | Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge. * * * Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. |
| 202 | Narrator: First person that comes out this fucking door gets a... gets a *lead salad*, you understand? |
| 203 | Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not. |
| 204 | Narrator: (V.O) This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits. (Camera pans to a REMAINING MEN TOGETHER sign) Narrator: (V.O) This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob. Robert 'Bob' Paulson: We're still men. Narrator: (slightly muffled due to Bob's enormous breasts) Yes, we're men. Men is what we are. Narrator: (V.O) Eight months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit... Robert 'Bob' Paulson: They're gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid. Narrator: (V.O) Between those huge sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big. |
| 205 | Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. * * * Tyler Durden: (his last words) What's that smell? * * * Richard Chesler: Is that your blood? Narrator: Some of it, yeah. |
| 206 | Narrator: Oh, it's late. Hey, thanks for the beer. Tyler Durden: Yeah, man. Narrator: I should find a hotel. Tyler Durden: (in disbelief) What? Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: A hotel? Narrator: Yeah. Tyler Durden: Just ask, man. Narrator: What are you talking about? Tyler Durden: (laughs) Three pitchers of beer, and you still can't ask. Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: You call me because you need a place to stay. Narrator: Oh, hey, no, no, no, I didn't mean... Tyler Durden: Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask. Narrator: Would - would that be a problem? Tyler Durden: Is it a problem for you to ask? Narrator: Can I stay at your place? Tyler Durden: Yeah. |
| 207 | Tyler Durden: In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway. |
| 208 | Tyler Durden: Where'd you go, psycho boy? Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful. * * * Narrator: When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake. |
| 209 | Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. |
| 210 | Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. * * * Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. |
| 211 | Tyler Durden: Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells "stop!", goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. |
| 212 | Narrator: (about the soap) Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them. |
| 213 | Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just... Marla Singer: - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak? |
| 214 | (after meeting and having sex with Marla) Tyler Durden: Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though... * * * Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you. |
| 215 | Narrator: Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? Tyler Durden: C'mon, do me this one favor. Narrator: Why? Tyler Durden: Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You? Narrator: No, but that's a good thing. Tyler Durden: No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve. Narrator: This is crazy. Tyler Durden: So go crazy. Let 'er rip. Narrator: I don't know about this. Tyler Durden: I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care? Narrator: Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you? Tyler Durden: That's right. Narrator: What, like in the face? Tyler Durden: Surprise me. Narrator: This is so fucking stupid... (Narrator swings, connects against Tyler's head) Tyler Durden: Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear! Narrator: Well, Jesus, I'm sorry. Tyler Durden: Ow, Christ... why the ear, man? Narrator: Guess I fucked it up... Tyler Durden: No, that was perfect! |
| 216 | Narrator: (to Tyler, while looking at a Calvin Klein-esque ad on the bus) Is that what a real man is supposed to look like? |
| 217 | Narrator: (being embraced by Bob at the group therapy session for Testicular Cancer) Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one. * * * Tyler Durden: God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas. |
| 218 | (Tyler and Jack stand in the bathroom doorway, watching Steph finish shaving off all of his hair. Tyler comes to give the top of Steph's head a sharp slap) Tyler Durden: Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good. Tyler Durden: From now on, all those with shaved heads: "Space Monkeys". |
| 219 | (Tyler and Narrator are discussing ideal opponents) Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure. Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi. Tyler Durden: Good answer. Narrator: How about you? Tyler Durden: Lincoln. Narrator: Lincoln? Tyler Durden: Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger. |
| 220 | Narrator: A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one. Business woman on plane: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? Narrator: You wouldn't believe. Business woman on plane: Which car company do you work for? Narrator: A major one. |
| 221 | Tyler Durden: Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm? Narrator: No, I did not know that; is that true? Tyler Durden: That's right... One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. Narrator: Really...? Tyler Durden: If one were so inclined. Narrator: Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met... see I have this thing: everything on a plane is single-serving... Tyler Durden: Oh I get it, it's very clever. Narrator: Thank you. Tyler Durden: How's that working out for you? Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: Being clever. Narrator: Great. Tyler Durden: Keep it up then... Right up. (Gets up from airplane seat) Tyler Durden: Now a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch...? |
| 222 | (while burning the Narrator's hand with lye) Tyler Durden: Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Narrator: No, no, I... don't... Tyler Durden: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. Narrator: It isn't? Tyler Durden: We don't need him! |
| 223 | First Man at Auto Shop: Here's where the infant's head went through the wind-shield. Three points. Man #2 at Auto Shop: The teenager's braces are still wrapped around the backseat ashtray. Might make a good anti-smoking ad. First Man at Auto Shop: The driver must have been huge, see where the fat burned to the seat? The polyester shirt? Very modern art. (they laugh) |
| 224 | Marla Singer: There are things about you that I like. You're smart, you're funny, you're... spectacular in bed... But you're intolerable! You have very serious emotional problems. Deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help. Narrator: I know, and I'm sorry... Marla Singer: Yeah, you're sorry, I'm sorry, everybody's sorry, but... I can't do this anymore. I can't. And I won't. I'm gone. |
| 225 | Tyler Durden: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh. * * * Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. * * * Narrator: I am Jack's cold sweat. |
| 226 | (Holding up a wad of cash) Marla Singer: You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax. * * * Narrator: If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla. |
| 227 | (meeting aboard an airliner) Narrator: What do you do for a living? Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested? |
| 228 | Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry. (the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot) Tyler Durden: Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Narrator: Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well... Tyler Durden: (snickers) Go ahead. Tell 'em. Narrator: ...you get the idea. |
| 229 | Narrator: After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down. * * * Narrator: I am Jack's raging bile duct. |
| 230 | Narrator: Oh, yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody. Chloe: Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. But... I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time. I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite... (the group leader takes the mic) Group Leader: Thank you, Chloe... everyone, let's thank Chloe. |
| 231 | Narrator: A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood. |
| 232 | Narrator: I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more. * * * Narrator: (reading) I am Jack's colon. Tyler Durden: I get cancer, I kill Jack. |
| 233 | Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? |
| 234 | Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space. |
| 235 | Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. |
| 236 | Tyler Durden: Do you know what a duvet is? Narrator: It's a comforter... Tyler Durden: It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we then? Narrator: ...Consumers? Tyler Durden: Right. We are consumers. We're the bi-products of a lifestyle obsession. |
| 237 | Narrator: (while brutally beating Angel Face) I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. |
| 238 | Narrator: Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends. |
| 239 | Narrator: I'll tell you: we'll split up the week, okay? You take lymphoma, and tuberculosis... Marla Singer: You take tuberculosis. My smoking doesn't go over at all. Narrator: Okay, good, fine. Testicular cancer should be no contest, I think. Marla Singer: Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls. Narrator: You're kidding. Marla Singer: I don't know... am I? Narrator: No, no! What do you want? Marla Singer: I'll take the parasites. Narrator: You can't have both the parasites, but while you take the blood parasites... Marla Singer: I want brain parasites. Narrator: I'll take the blood parasites. But I'm gonna take the organic brain dementia, okay? Marla Singer: I want that. Narrator: You can't have the whole brain, that's... Marla Singer: So far you have four, I only have two! Narrator: Okay. Take both the parasites. They're yours. Now we both have three... |
| 240 | Narrator: I want bowel cancer. * * * Narrator: I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. * * * Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car. Narrator: There's always that. |
| 241 | (the narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth) Narrator: Fuck. Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart. * * * (about attending support groups for diseases she doesn't have) Marla Singer: It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee. |
| 242 | Narrator: Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was ME! (voice-over) Narrator: I'd like to thank the Academy... |
| 243 | Narrator: I am Jack's wasted life. * * * Narrator: I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection. * * * Tyler Durden: Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me. |
| 244 | Narrator: I am Jack's broken heart. * * * Narrator: Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's? * * * Narrator: I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened. |
| 245 | (last lines) Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life. * * * Narrator: Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip. * * * Narrator: Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church. |
| 246 | Narrator: Was it ticking? Airport Security Officer: Actually throwers don't worry about ticking 'cause modern bombs don't tick. Narrator: Sorry, throwers? Airport Security Officer: Baggage handlers. But, when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers gotta call the police. Narrator: My suitcase was vibrating? Airport Security Officer: Nine times out of ten it's an electric razor, but every once in a while... (whispering) Airport Security Officer: it's a dildo. Of course it's company policy never to, imply ownership in the event of a dildo... always use the indefinite article a dildo, never your dildo. Narrator: I don't own... (Officer waves Narrator off) |
| 247 | Tyler Durden: The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap comes from humans. Narrator: Wait. What is this place? Tyler Durden: A liposuction clinic. |
| 248 | Narrator: Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years. |
| 249 | Marla Singer: ...Condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night... then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger. Narrator: What? |
| 250 | Marla Singer: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar. Narrator: It was worth every penny. Marla Singer: It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road. (Grabs Narrator's crotch) Marla Singer: Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape. Narrator: Well, then it suits you. Marla Singer: You can borrow it sometime. |
| 251 | Tyler Durden: We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. Narrator: Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. |
| 252 | Narrator: Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't. |
| 253 | Narrator: You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. |
| 254 | Members of Fight Club: (chanting) His name is Robert Paulson. * * * Tyler Durden: (his face is soaked in blood; he is shaking it over Lou and screaming) You don't know where I've been. You don't know where I've been. Just let us have the basement, Lou! |
| 255 | (while the narrator is on the phone with the police) Tyler Durden: Tell him. Tell him, The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions. |
| 256 | (Of Marla) Tyler Durden: She's a predator posing as a house pet. * * * Narrator: And then, Tyler was gone. * * * Marla Singer: You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me. |
| 257 | Richard Chesler: (Reading a piece of paper) The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club? Narrator: (Voice-over) I'm half asleep again; I must've left the original in the copy machine. Richard Chesler: The second rule of Fight Club - is this yours? Narrator: Huh? Richard Chesler: Pretend you're me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do? Narrator: (pauses) Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that... is dangerous. (Gets up from the chair) Narrator: (Talking slowly) And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you. Narrator: (Voice-over) Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. (Snatches the piece of paper from boss' hands) Narrator: (Voice-over) And I used to be such a nice guy. Narrator: Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up. (Phone rings) Narrator: (Into phone) Compliance and Liability...? Marla Singer: My tit's gonna rot off. Narrator: (to boss) Would you excuse me? I need to take this. |
| 258 | Tyler Durden: Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction... * * * Narrator: What are we doing tonight? Tyler Durden: Tonight? We make soap. Narrator: Really. Tyler Durden: To make soap, first we render fat. |
| 259 | Narrator: Hello? Tyler Durden: (Eating breakfast cereal) Who is this? Narrator: Tyler? Tyler Durden: Who is this? Narrator: Uh... we met... we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh... the clever guy? Tyler Durden: Oh yeah, right. (Snickers) Tyler Durden: Ok? Narrator: I called a second ago, th - there was no answer, I'm at the payphone... Tyler Durden: - yeah, I *69ed you, I never pick up my phone. (Crunch, crunch) Tyler Durden: So what's up, huh? Narrator: Uh, well... You're not gonna believe this... |
| 260 | Narrator: I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes... Marla Singer: More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass! |
| 261 | Narrator: I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person? * * * Narrator: Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't. |
| 262 | Narrator: I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy. * * * Marla Singer: (after taking a bottle of sleeping pills) This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things. |
| 263 | Tyler Durden: Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO! |
| 264 | (to the Narrator who has just fired a warning shot into the window of an explosives filled van) Tyler Durden: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE! |
| 265 | Tyler Durden: I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me. |
| 266 | Narrator: Deja vu - all over again. * * * Narrator: He was full of pep. Must've had his grande-latte enema. |
| 267 | Narrator: Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected. * * * Narrator: We have just lost cabin pressure. |
| 268 | (about Tyler splicing frames of pornography into family films) Narrator: So when the snooty cat, and the courageous dog, with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film. (the audience is watching the film, the pornography flashes for a split second) Narrator: Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did... Tyler Durden: A nice, big cock... (several audience members look rattled, a little girl is crying) Narrator: Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work. |
| 269 | Tyler Durden: (to the police chief) Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us. |
| 270 | Narrator: You're insane. Tyler Durden: No, you're insane. * * * (while narrator is on the phone) Tyler Durden: Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions. |
| 271 | Narrator: Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed too. Being there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation... and she ruined *everything*. Marla Singer: This is cancer, right? Narrator: This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear, my blood parasite group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculous Friday night. Marla... the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep. |
| 272 | Narrator: Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen. Tyler Durden: In the industry, we call them "cigarette burns." Narrator: That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea. Tyler Durden: Why would anyone want this shit job? Narrator: Because it affords him other interesting opportunities. Tyler Durden: Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films. |
| 273 | Narrator: Bob had bitch tits. * * * Lou: I'm fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you? * * * Narrator: We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction. The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this. |
| 274 | Tyler Durden: You're too old, fat man. Your tits are too big. (Tyler walks away, throwing his cigarette) Tyler Durden: Get the fuck off my porch. |
| 275 | Narrator: Tyler, I'm grateful to you; for everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this. Tyler Durden: What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it. |
| 276 | (the Narrator's apartment has just been blown to pieces) Narrator: I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete. Tyler Durden: Shit man, now it's all gone. |
| 277 | Narrator: Clean food, please. Waiter: In that case, sir, may I advise against the lady eating clam chowder? Narrator: No clam chowder, thank you. |
| 278 | Narrator: By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV. * * * Narrator: If I didn't say anything, people always assumed the worst. |
| 279 | Narrator: I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around. |
| 280 | Narrator: Most of the week we were Ozzie and Harriet, but every Saturday night we were finding something out: we were finding out more and more that we were not alone. It used to be that when I came home angry and depressed I'd just clean my condo, polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should have been looking for a new condo. I should have been haggling with my insurance company. I should have been upset about my nice, neat, flaming little shit. But I wasn't. |
| 281 | (after beating an 'applicant' with a broom) Narrator: I'm gonna go inside, and I'm gonna get a shovel. |
| 282 | Tyler Durden: Just tell him you fuckin' did it. Tell him you blew it all up. That's what he wants to hear. |
| 283 | Marla Singer: I've been going to Debtor's Anonymous. You want to see some really fucked-up people... |
| 284 | Narrator: You're making a big mistake, fellas! Police Officer: You said you would say that. Narrator: I'm not Tyler Durden! Police Officer: You told us you'd say that, too. Narrator: All right then, I'm Tyler Durden. Listen to me, I'm giving you a direct order. We're aborting this mission right now. Police Officer: You said you would definitely say that. |
| 285 | Police Officer: You said that if anyone ever interferes with Project Mayhem, even you, we gotta get his balls. |
| 286 | Narrator: Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup. |
| 287 | Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. |
| 288 | Narrator: Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I suppose these things happen. |
| 289 | Narrator: You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. * * * Richard Chesler: Get the fuck out of here, you're fired! Narrator: I have a better solution. You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary, my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even have to come into the office, I can do this job from home. * * * Narrator: It's just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled. |
| 290 | (after giving Marla a breast exam) Marla Singer: I wish I could return the favor. Narrator: There's not a lot of breast cancer in the men in my family. Marla Singer: I could check your prostate. |
| 291 | Narrator: When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks. * * * Tyler Durden: Well you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living |
| 292 | Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head! Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs. * * * Narrator: It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea. |
| 293 | Tyler Durden: (the Narrator places the gun under his chin and cocks back the hammer) Now why would you want to go and blow your head off? Narrator: Not my head, Tyler, *our* head. |
| 294 | Tyler Durden: (the Narrator is trying to disarm a car bomb of nitroglycerin) You don't know which wire to pull. Narrator: I know everything you do, so if you know I know. Tyler Durden: Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about the wrong wires. (Narrator pauses) |
| 295 | Narrator: I want you to listen to me very carefully, Tyler. Tyler Durden: Okay... Narrator: My eyes are open. (the Narrator puts the gun into his mouth and pulls trigger) |
| 296 | Doctor: You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist Tuesday nights. See the guys with testicular cancer. That's pain. * * * Tyler Durden: We are all part of the same compost heap. |
| 297 | Tyler Durden: Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river. You know why? Narrator: No. Tyler Durden: Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded through the wood ashes to create lye. (holds up a bottle) Tyler Durden: This is lye - the crucial ingredient. The lye combined with the melted fat of the bodies, till a thick white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please? (Tyler licks his lips until they're gleaming wet - he takes the Narrator's hand and kisses the back of it) Narrator: What is this? Tyler Durden: This... (pours the lye on the Narrator's hand) Tyler Durden: ... is chemical burn. |
| 298 | Ricky: (to Bob, while interviewing for applicants) You're too old, fat man. (to Angel Face) Ricky: And you, you are too fucking... *blonde*! * * * Narrator: Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone. |
| 299 | Narrator: Fuck you! Fuck Fight Club! Fuck Marla! I am sick of all your shit! * * * Narrator: You're fucking Marla, Tyler. Tyler Durden: Uh, technically, you're fucking Marla, but it's all the same to her. |
| 300 | Tyler Durden: Something on your mind, dear? * * * Narrator: How embarrassing... a house full of condiments and no food. |
| 301 | Angel Face: Bury him in the garden. Come on people, let's go! Narrator: Get away from him! Get the fuck away! Angel Face: He was killed serving Project Mayhem, sir. Narrator: This is Bob. He was a decent man, and we're not gonna bury him in the fucking garden! |
| 302 | Ricky: I can't believe he's still standing. Thomas: One tough motherfucker. * * * Tyler Durden: This is a chemical burn. It will hurt more than you've ever been burned before. You will have a scar. |
| 303 | Narrator: I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of... wherever. |
| 304 | Tyler Durden: If you could fight anyone, who would you fight? Narrator: I'd fight my boss, prob'ly. Tyler Durden: Really. Narrator: Yeah, why, who would you fight? Tyler Durden: I'd fight my dad. Narrator: I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but... he left when I was like six years old. Married this other woman, had some other kids. He like did this every six years, he goes to a new city and starts a new family. Tyler Durden: Fucker's setting up franchises. |
| 305 | Angel Face: (the Narrator is about to look at some files but Angel Face stops him) Don't worry. It's all taken care of, sir. |
| 306 | Tyler Durden: Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler. |
| 307 | Narrator: When the fight was over, nothing was solved, but nothing mattered. We all felt saved. * * * Narrator: (voiceover) It must've been Tuesday. He was wearing his cornflower-blue tie. * * * Narrator: Like so many others, I had become a slave to the Ikea nesting instinct. |
| 308 | Tyler Durden: My dad never went to college, so it was real important that I go. Narrator: Sounds familiar. Tyler Durden: So I graduate, I call him up long distance, I say "Dad, now what?" He says, "Get a job." Narrator: Same here. Tyler Durden: Now I'm 25, make my yearly call again. I say Dad, "Now what?" He says, "I don't know, get married." Narrator: I can't get married, I'm a 30 year old boy. Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. |
| 309 | Narrator: I've found a new one. For men *only*. Marla Singer: Oh, is it a testicle thing? * * * Narrator: With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy. |
| 310 | Narrator: What do you do? Tyler Durden: What do you mean? Narrator: What do you do for a living? Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested? |
| 311 | Narrator: Why wasn't I told about Project Mayhem? Tyler Durden: What are you talking about? Narrator: Why didn't you include me, in the beginning? Tyler Durden: Fight Club *was* the beginning. |
| 312 | Narrator: Do you want me to deprioritize my current reports until you advise me of a status upgrade? Richard Chesler: Yes. Make these your primary action items. |
| 313 | Narrator: (looking at a Calvin Klein ad on a bus) Is that what a man looks like? Tyler Durden: (laughs) Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction... * * * Narrator: I wrote little haiku poems. I emailed them to everyone. |
| 314 | (Poem on Narrator's computer) Narrator: Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave. * * * Tyler Durden: If you could fight anyone, who would you fight? Narrator: Shatner. I'd fight William Shatner. |
| 315 | Tyler Durden: *slaps the Narrator, throws away goggles* Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, and in all probability, he HATES you. It's not the worst thing that can happen. Narrator: It isn't? Tyler Durden: We don't NEED Him! Narrator: *squirms* We don't - we don't - ! Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We're God's unwanted children, SO BE IT! |
| 316 | Lou: *punches Tyler in face* You here me now? Tyler Durden: Alright, alright, I got it. I got it - shit I lost it. * * * Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can. |
| 317 | Narrator: What do you want me to do? You want me to hit you? Tyler Durden: Come on, do me this one favor. Narrator: Why? Tyler Durden: Why? I don't know why, I don't know. Never been in a fight, you? Narrator: No, but that's a good thing. Tyler Durden: No, man it's not. How much can you know yourself if you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die with out any scars. |
| 318 | Customs official: Anything to declare? Avi: Yeah. Don't go to England. * * * Avi: Should I call you Bullet? Tooth? Bullet Tooth Tony: You can call me Susan if it makes you happy. |
| 319 | Bullet Tooth Tony: You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity. * * * Brick Top: Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me. |
| 320 | Avi: Tony. Bullet Tooth Tony: What? Avi: Look in the dog. Bullet Tooth Tony: What do you mean "look in the dog?" Avi: I mean open him up. Bullet Tooth Tony: It's not as if it's a tin of baked beans! What do you mean "open him up"? |
| 321 | Turkish: Fuck me, hold tight. What's that? Tommy: It's me belt, Turkish. Turkish: No, Tommy. There's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers? Tommy: It's for protection. Turkish: Protection from what? "Zee Germans"? |
| 322 | Mickey: (roused from his drunken stupor) I need to have a shite. * * * Brick Top: In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... come again? * * * Turkish: You take sugar? Brick Top: No thank you, Turkish; I'm sweet enough. |
| 323 | Turkish: Well, do you want to do it? Mickey: That depends. Turkish: On what? Mickey: On you buying this caravan. Not the rouge one, the rose. Turkish: It's not the same caravan. Mickey: It's not the same fight. Turkish: It's twice the fucking size of the last one. Mickey: Turkish, the fight is twice the size. And me ma still needs a caravan. I like to look after me ma. It's a fair deal. Take it. Turkish: Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little fucking rich. (Realizes his mistake) Turkish: I wasn't calling your mum a tart. I just meant... Mickey: Ah, save your breath for cooling your porridge. Now, look... Mickey: (starts talking incoherently) I want the hector two roof lights, with the discover cushions and the matching side stripe caravan. Mickey: Right. And she's terrible partial to the periwinkle blue, boys. Have I made myself clear, lads? Turkish: Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey. Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague. (to Tommy) Turkish: Did you understand a single word of what he just said? |
| 324 | Bullet Tooth Tony: Avi, pull your socks up. * * * Avi: I'm gettin' heartburn. Tony, do something terrible. * * * Mickey: I bet ya can box a little, can't ya sir? Aye, you look like a boxer. |
| 325 | Bullet Tooth Tony: Boris the Blade? As in Boris the Bullet-Dodger? Avi: Why do they call him the Bullet-Dodger? Bullet Tooth Tony: 'Cause he dodges bullets, Avi. |
| 326 | Avi: You got a toothbrush? We're going to London. Do you hear that, Doug? I'm coming to London. (Avi arrives in London) Doug the Head: Avi! Avi: Shut up and sit down, you big, bald fuck. I don't like leaving my own country, Doug, and I especially don't like leaving it for anything less then warm sandy beaches, and cocktails with little straw hats. Doug the Head: We've got sandy beaches... Avi: So? Who the fuck wants to see 'em? I hope you appreciate the concern I have for my friend Franky, Doug. I'm gonna find him, and you're gonna help me find him, and we're gonna start at that fight. |
| 327 | Avi: Eighty-six carats. Rosebud: Where? Avi: London. Rosebud: London? Avi: London. Avi's Colleague: London? Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON. |
| 328 | Turkish: You show me how to control a wild fucking gypsy and I'll show you how to control an unhinged, pig-feeding gangster. * * * Vinny: Why are we stopped here? What's wrong with that spot? Tyrone: It's too tight. Vinny: Too tight? You could land a jumbo fucking jet in that. |
| 329 | Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls. Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer. Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns... (Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns) Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"... (Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table) Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine... (They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side) Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off! |
| 330 | Vinny: I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the fuck can he get away from, eh? * * * Brick Top: Listen, you fucking fringe, if I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I'm walking, and I'll cut your fucking Jacobs off. |
| 331 | Brick Top: I don't care if he's Muhammad "I'm hard" Bruce Lee. You can't change fighters. * * * Tommy: Who took the jam outta your doughnut? Turkish: You took the fucking jam outta my doughnut, Tommy. You did. |
| 332 | (Tyrone just backed into Franky Four Fingers' van) Tyrone: I didn't see it there. Vinny: It's a four ton truck, Tyrone. Its not as if it's a packet of fucking peanuts, is it? Tyrone: It was a funny angle. (All three turn and look back at the truck) Vinny: It's behind you Tyrone. Whenever you reverse, things come from behind you. |
| 333 | Turkish: What's happening with them sausages, Charlie? Sausage Charlie: Five minutes, Turkish. Turkish: It was two minutes five minutes ago. |
| 334 | Turkish: (looks at the caravan) Look at it. How am I suppose to run this thing from that? We'll need a proper office. I want a new one, Tommy. You're going to buy it for me. Tommy: Why me? Turkish: Well, you know about caravans. Tommy: How's that? Turkish: You spent a summer in one, which means you know more than me. And I don't want to have my pants pulled down over the price. Tommy: What's wrong with this one? Turkish: (Pulls the caravan's door from its hinges) Oh, nothing, Tommy. It's tiptop. It's just I'm not sure about the colour. |
| 335 | Turkish: I fail to recognize the correlation between losing ten grand, hospitalizing Gorgeous, and a good deal. * * * Pikey: Gimme that fucking shooter! Pikey: I'll give you your shooter, ya cunt ya! Pikey: (Blam Blam) |
| 336 | Policeman: So, what you doin here? Turkish: I'm taking the dog for a walk. What's the problem? Policeman: What's in the car? Turkish: Seats and a steering wheel. |
| 337 | Mickey: Good dags. D'ya like dags? Tommy: Dags? Mickey: What? Mrs. O'Neil: Yeah, dags. Tommy: Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more. |
| 338 | Tyrone: I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats. Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate. * * * Turkish: I'm sorry, Mickey. Mickey: Did ya do it? Then why are ya sorry? |
| 339 | (pricing a diamond for Bad Boy Lincoln) Sol: No, it's a moissanite. Bad Boy Lincoln: A what-a-nite? Sol: A moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. It's Mickey Mouse, mate. Spurious. Not genuine. And it's worth... Fuck-all. |
| 340 | Bullet Tooth Tony: I want to know who blagged Brick-Top's bookies. Mullet: Do me a favor, Ton! Bullet Tooth Tony: I will do you a favor, Mullet. I'll not get out of this car and bash the living fuck out of you in front of all your girlfriends. (Mullet hunkers down to the car window) Mullet: Got to make it worth my while, mate. Jesus, Tony, you know that... (Tony seizes his tie and rolls up the window, wedging Mullet's head in it) Bullet Tooth Tony: Comfortable, Mullet? It seems sadly ironic that it's that tie that's got you into this pickle. Now you just take all the time you want. (He starts the car forward) Mullet: What the fuck are you doing, Ton? Bullet Tooth Tony: I'm driving down the street with your head stuck in my window. What do you think I'm doing, you pen-ass? Mullet: Slow down, Ton. Bullet Tooth Tony: (sniffs) You been using dogshit for toothpaste, Mullet? Mullet: Slow down, Ton! Slow down, Tony! Bullet Tooth Tony: I don't think I'll slow down. I think I'll speed up. You can play some music if you like. (He turns on the radio; Madonna's "Lucky Star" is playing) Bullet Tooth Tony: Oh, I love this track. Mullet: I think... Bullet Tooth Tony: Yes, Mullet? Mullet: I think it's two black guys, in a pawn shop on Smith street. Bullet Tooth Tony: You better not be telling me porky pies. Mullet: I'm fucking telling you, it's two black guys who work off a pawn shop in fucking Smith Street! Avi: That's very effective, Tony. It's not too subtle, but effective. (Tony accelerates and turns toward Smith Street) Avi: Are we taking him with us? (Tony rolls down the window, releasing Mullet's head and dumping him on the roadside) |
| 341 | Turkish: I can't make him fight, can I? Brick Top: You're not much use to me alive are you, Turkish? |
| 342 | Errol: Fuckface, who's speaking to you? He asked him, didn't he? Turkish: Fuckface... I like that one Errol. I'll have to remember that one next time I'm climbing off yer mum. |
| 343 | Turkish: Well the rabbit gets fucked. Tommy: (pauses) Proper fucked? Turkish: Yes, before "Zee Germans" get there. |
| 344 | Mickey: Deadly kick for a fat fucker, ya know that? Gorgeous George: (throws Mickey into the fence) Cheeky bastard! |
| 345 | Turkish: (voice over) Boris the Blade, or Boris "the Bullet Dodger." As bent as the Soviet sickle, and as hard as the hammer that crosses it. Apparently, it's just impossible to kill the bastard. |
| 346 | (Doug sees four Jewish kids smoking) Doug the Head: What are you doing? Jewish Boy: (spits) It's a free country, ain't it? Doug the Head: Well it ain't a free shop, is it? So fuck off! |
| 347 | Mickey: The deal was you bought it like you saw it. Hey, look, I've helped you as much as I'm going to help you. See that car? Just use it for you're not welcome anymore. You should fuck off now while you still got the legs to carry you. Gorgeous George: Nobody... Mickey: Nobody brings a fella the size of you unless they're trying to say something without talking, right boy? Tommy: Sorry, Mickey. Just give our money back and you can keep the caravan. Mickey: Why the fuck do I want a caravan that's got no fucking wheels? (Gorgeous rushes Mickey) Mickey: You want to settle this with a fight? Mrs. O'Neil: Over my dead body! Now, go on! Go on! I'll not have you fighting! You know what happens when you fight. Mickey: Get her to sit down. For fuck's sake! Want the money? I ain't fucked you. I'll fight you for it. You and me. |
| 348 | (after hearing about Bullet-Tooth Tony surviving after being shot six times) Cousin Avi: Six times? Doug the Head: In one sitting. |
| 349 | Alex Denovitz: What about Tony? (Cut back and forth between Doug's office and a younger Tony in Charlie's brothel) Alex Denovitz: You know, Bullet Tooth Tony. Avi: Who's Bullet Tooth...? Charlie: Tony! Bullet Tooth Tony: You silly fuck. Doug the Head: He's a liability. Alex Denovitz: He'll find you Moses and the burning bush, if you pay him to. Charlie: (draws a gun) You are gonna die, Tony! Alex Denovitz: He got shot six times, had the bullets molded into gold. (Charlie shoots Tony twice in the chest) Charlie: I shoot you, you go down! Susi Denovitz: He's got two in his teeth that Dad did for him. So he loves Dad. (Charlie shoots Tony three more times) Charlie: Why don't you fucking die! Susi Denovitz: He's the best chance you got of finding Franky. Avi: Six times? (Charlie shoots Tony in the mouth) Doug the Head: In one sitting. (Tony, blood dripping from his mouth, draws a saber) Bullet Tooth Tony: You're in trouble now! |
| 350 | Mickey: I'll bet you for it. Tommy: You'll what? Pikeys: HE'LL BET YOU FOR IT! Turkish: What, like Tommy did last time? Do me a favour? Mickey: I'll do you a favour. You have first bet. If I win, I get a caravan... and the boys get a pair of them shoes. (the Pikeys laugh at Turkish and Tommy, who are wearing plastic bags around their shoes) Mickey: If I lose... Oh fuck it, I'll do the fight for free. Turkish: (narrating) Now the last thing I really wanna do is bet a pikey. |
| 351 | Turkish: That six pound piece of shit stuck in your trousers would do more damage if you fed it to him. |
| 352 | Brick Top: You're on thin fucking ice my pedigree chums, and I shall be under it when it breaks. Now, fuck off. |
| 353 | Brick Top: You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together. Sol: Would someone mind telling me, who are you? Brick Top: And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig". Vinny: Well, thank you for that. That's a great weight off me mind. Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course? |
| 354 | Bullet Tooth Tony: I'm driving down the road with your head stuck in my window. What does it look like I'm doin'? |
| 355 | Sol: You ain't from this planet are you, Vincent? Who is gonna mug two black fellas, holding pistols, sat in a car that is worth less than your shirt? |
| 356 | (first lines) Turkish: (narrating) My name is Turkish. Funny name for an Englishman, I know. My parents to be were on the same plane when it crashed. That's how they met. They named me after the name of the plane. Not many people are named after a plane crash. That's Tommy. He tells people he was named after a gun, but I know he was really named after a famous 19th century ballet dancer. |
| 357 | Brick Top: (referring to Tommy) Turkish, put a lid on her. * * * Turkish: (Tommy has a gun in his trousers) What's to stop it blowing your bollocks off every time you sit down? |
| 358 | Turkish: Now, I know he looks like a fat fucker... well, he is a fat fucker... * * * Tommy: Are you sayin' I can't shoot? Turkish: No Tommy, I'm not saying you can't shoot. I know you can't shoot. I'm saying that six-pound piece of shit stuck in your trousers would do more damage if you fed it to him. |
| 359 | Turkish: Have you ever crossed the road, and looked the wrong way? A car's nearly on you? So what do you do? Something very silly. You freeze. Your life doesn't flash before you, 'cause you're too fuckin' scared to think - you just freeze and pull a stupid face. But the pikey didn't. Why? Because he had plans of running the car over. |
| 360 | Sol: What the fuck is that? Vinny: Heh heh. This is a shotgun, Sol. Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent. Vinny: Well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I? Sol: You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses. |
| 361 | (after cleaning out Turkish's Safe) Brick Top: He's been a busy little bastard, that Turkish. Errol: I think you've let him get away with enough already, Guv'nor. Brick Top: It'll get you in a lot of trouble thinking, Errol. If I were you, I wouldn't do too much of it. |
| 362 | Vinny: Bad Boy, I keep telling you: 'Stick to being a gangster.' Leave this game to me 'n Sol. * * * (while robbing the bookies) Sol: Are you all right there Vincent? Vinny: I would be if you stopped using my name. |
| 363 | (Avi, Tony, and Rosebud watch Boris on the video monitor) Bullet Tooth Tony: This guy's a handful. Rosebud: I hate Russians. I'll take care of him. Bullet Tooth Tony: He's all yours, Rosebud me old son. Rosebud: Not a problem. (Cut to a few minutes later, inside Tony's Jaguar. All three of them are bruised, bloody, and shouting, but Rosebud is seriously hurt) Rosebud: You gotta get me to a doctor! Shoot that fuck, then get me to a doctor! Avi: Yeah, yeah, but first the stone, Rosie. First the stone and then I'm gonna get you to a doctor, and not just any doctor, boychik, I'm gonna find you a nice Jewish doctor. (at Tony) Avi: Find my friend a nice Jewish doctor! |
| 364 | (Tony empties his gun through the wall, hitting both Boris and Tyrone. He comes in, reloading) Bullet Tooth Tony: What's Boris doing here? Boris, what are you doing here? Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Fuck you! (Tony shoots him twice, then turns to Tyrone) Bullet Tooth Tony: Where's the case? Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Uhhh, you piece of crap... Bullet Tooth Tony: Don't take the piss, Boris. Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: (reaching for his gun) I show you... (Tony shoots him four more times) Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Fuck you! (a seventh time) Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Almost had it... Bullet Tooth Tony: For fuck's sake... (Tony takes careful aim and fires an eighth shot. Sound of Boris finally collapsing) |
| 365 | (looking at the video of Sol and Vinny, trapped in the foyer of the bookie's by the security door) Brick Top: Do you know these tits, Errol? Errol: I know a lot of tits, Guv'nor. But I don't know any quite as fucking stupid as these two. Brick Top: John? John: I can't help, Guv. (Tyrone pokes his head in the door) Errol: Ah, Tyrone. Errol, John: You silly fat bastard. |
| 366 | (Brick-Top's men have Turkish pinned on the floor. Errol raises a sword to strike, then Tommy appears with his dud pistol) Tommy: Turkish, get your arse up. Any of you lot follow me, and I'll fucking shoot you. Errol: Easy, old son. Calm down. Tommy: I'm the one who's got the gun, son. It's you who I think ought to calm down. (Errol takes a step forward. Tommy cocks the gun and sticks it right in his face) Tommy: Go ahead. You want to see if I've got the minerals? (Brick-Top's men don't move as Tommy backs out of the slot parlor, then runs after Turkish) |
| 367 | Bullet Tooth Tony: All right, Mullet? (Mullet freezes, then swallows and turns around) Mullet: How you doin', Tony? You all right, mate? Bullet Tooth Tony: Ooh, nice tie. Mullet: I heard you weren't about much these days, Tony. Bullet Tooth Tony: What do you know? Still warm, the blood that courses through my veins. Unlike yours, Mullet. |
| 368 | Brick Top: What do you think, Errol? Errol: I think we should drip-dry them, Guv'nor, while we have the chance. Brick Top: It was a rhetorical question, Errol. What have I told you about thinking? |
| 369 | Cousin Avi: Who's Bullet Tooth... Chinese Guy: Tony. Bullet Tooth Tony: You silly fuck. * * * Gorgeous George: This will get messy. |
| 370 | Gorgeous George: Get back down or you will not be coming up next time. (watches as Mickey warms up) Gorgeous George: Oh, bollocks to you. This is sick. I'm out of here. Mickey: You're not going anywhere, you thick lump. (Pulls off his shirt) Mickey: You stay until the job's done. (kisses his good luck charms and knocks Gorgeous out with a single punch) Turkish: (narrating) It turned out that the sweet-talking, tattoo-sporting pikey was a gypsy bare-knuckle boxing champion. Which makes him harder than a coffin nail. Right now, that's the last thing on Tommy's mind. If Gorgeous doesn't wake up in the next few minutes, Tommy knows he'll be buried with him. Why would the gypsies go through the trouble of explaining why a man died in their campsite when they can bury the pair of them and just move camp? It's not like they got social security numbers, is it? Tommy - the tit - is praying. And if he isn't, he fucking should be. |
| 371 | Sol: He's a natural, ain't you Tyrone? Tyrone: 'course I am... (reverses into parked van) Vinny: A natural fucking idiot. |
| 372 | Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Drop the gun, fat boy. * * * Turkish: It's an unlicensed boxing match. It's not a tickling competition. These lads are out to hurt each other. * * * Brick Top: Of course, fucking of course. I wasn't asking, I was telling. |
| 373 | Vinny: What the fuck do you mean, replicas? Sol: They look the shit, don't they? And nobody is gonna argue. And I've got some extra loud blanks, just in case. Vinny: In... Oh, in case we have to deafen them to death? |
| 374 | Sol: I'm not in here to make a fucking bet. Female Bookie: 'Preciated, but all... bets... are... off. If all bets are off, then there can't be any money can't there? Sol: I'm not fucking buying that. Female Bookie: Well that's handy, 'cause I ain't fucking selling it. It's a fact. |
| 375 | Turkish: You aren't exactly Mister Current Affairs are you, Tommy? "Mad Fist" went mad, and "The Gun," shot himself. |
| 376 | Brick Top: (Into cell phone) Pete, talk to me. Darren: (Into cell phone) If ya want yer friend to hear ya, you'll have to talk a lot louder than that. |
| 377 | Tommy: What if Mickey knocks the other guy out? Turkish: We get murdered before we leave the building, and I imagine we get fed to the pigs. Tommy: Well, I'm glad to see you're climbing the walls in fucking anxiety. |
| 378 | Turkish: Well, why didn't you just (American accent) Turkish: "bust a cap in his ass," Tommy? * * * Franky Four Fingers: Where is the stone? |
| 379 | Bullet Tooth Tony: A bookie's got blagged last night. Avi: Blagged? Speak English to me, Tony. I thought this country spawned the fucking language, and so far nobody seems to speak it. |
| 380 | Vinny: Now I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give us *exactly* what we want, there will be fucking murder. Bullet Tooth Tony: (to Tyrone) What's your name? Sol: Shoot him. Bullet Tooth Tony: Ooh. |
| 381 | Franky Four Fingers: So the Biblical scholars mis-translated the Hebrew word for "young woman" into the Greek word for "virgin," which was a pretty easy mistake to make, since there is only a subtle difference in the spelling. But back then it was the "virgin" that caught people's attention. It's not every day a virgin conceives and bears a son. So you keep that for a couple of hundred years, and the next thing you know, you have the Holy Catholic church. * * * Brick Top: Are you taking the piss? |
| 382 | Avi: Tony, there is a man I'd like you to find. Bullet Tooth Tony: Well, that depends on all the elements in the equation. How many are there? Avi: Forty thousand. Bullet Tooth Tony: Where was he last seen? Doug the Head: At a bookie's. Bullet Tooth Tony: A bookie's... pass us the blower, Susi. |
| 383 | Vinny: The dog. The dog must have ate it. * * * Doug the Head: Avi, I'm not telepathic. Cousin Avi: Well you're plenty fucking stupid, I'll give you that. Do you know why they call him Franky "Four Fingers" Doug? Because he makes stupid bets with dangerous people, and when he doesn't pay up, they give him the chop, Doug. And I'm not talking about his fucking fore-skin either. |
| 384 | Cousin Avi: Is there gambling involved? Doug the Head: It's a boxing match, Avi, a boxing match. Cousin Avi: Did he have a case with him? Doug the Head: Yes, he had a case. Cousin Avi: And this schmuck is gambling? You're talking about Franky "I've got a problem with gambling" fucking Four Fingers Doug. |
| 385 | (standing over Franky's body) Bad Boy Lincoln: What has he got a tea cozy on his head for? Sol: (sarcastic) To keep his head warm. Bad Boy Lincoln: Well, what's the matter with him? Vinny: He's been shot in the face, Lincoln. I would've thought that was obvious. |
| 386 | Mickey: I'll tell ya what. I'll do it for a caravan. Turkish: For what? Pikeys: For a caravan. Tommy: It was us who wanted a caravan. (looking around) Tommy: Anyway, what's wrong with this one? Mickey: It's not for me. It's for me ma. Turkish: Your what? Pikeys: His ma. |
| 387 | Sol: You are a bad-boy yardie, and bad-boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies. Bad Boy Lincoln: I create the bodies. I don't erase the bodies. |
| 388 | Franky Four Fingers: I have stones to sell, fat to chew, and many different men to see about many different dogs, so if I am not rushing you... Doug the Head: Slow down, Franky, my son. When in Rome... Franky Four Fingers: I am not in Rome, Doug. I am in a rush. |
| 389 | Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Give me the stone. Vinny: (pointing) It's in the case. Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: What? (takes out his earplugs) Vinny: It's in the case! Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: You put the stone in the case? Then open the case and give me the stone. Sol: The only man who knew the combination... you just shot. |
| 390 | Turkish: For ever action, there is a reaction. And a Pikey reaction... is quite a fucking thing. * * * (repeated line) various characters: (regarding Boris The Blade) Sneaky fuckin' Russian. |
| 391 | Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: You can keep the 10 grand, along with the body. But if I see you again - YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! - Well, look at him. * * * Errol: Looks like we're in, guv'nor. Brick Top: Goody gumdrops. Get us a cup of tea, would you, Errol? |
| 392 | Gorgeous George: It's a camp site, a pikey campsite... Tommy: Ten points. Gorgeous George: What we doing here? Tommy: We're buying a caravan. Gorgeous George: Off a pack of fuckin' pikeys? What's wrong with you? This will get messy. Tommy: Well not if you're here. Gorgeous George: Oh, you bastard! I fuckin' hate pikeys! |
| 393 | Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: (after killing Frankie) You fucking idiots. He could not know my name. * * * (repeated line) Tommy, Gorgeous George, Bricktop's Henchman: I fuckin' hate Pikeys. |
| 394 | Tommy: The human body hasn't got used to dairy products yet. Turkish: Well fuck me Tommy. What have you been reading? * * * Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: (referring to Tommy's gun) Heavy is good, heavy is reliable. If it doesn't work you can always hit them with it. |
| 395 | (from a deleted scene) Errol: You're a dead man, Tony! You hear me? A fucking dead man! Brick Top: Oi! What's going on in there? Errol: He's pissed in my fucking pocket! Brick Top: Oh, shut up, Errol. Get back in your fucking pram. Tony, ain't you house-trained? |
| 396 | (Gorgeous George has just been knocked out) Tommy: We've lost Gorgeous George. Brick Top: Shhh. You're going to have to repeat that. Tommy: We've lost Gorgeous George. Brick Top: Well, where'd you lose him? He ain't a set of fucking car keys, is he? And it ain't as if he's incon-fucking-spicuous now, is it? |
| 397 | Errol: Are you Turkish? Turkish: Well I'm not fuckin' Greek now, am I? * * * Vinny: Wow! That's a great load off me mind. Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course! |
| 398 | Turkish: All he's gotta do is stay down. (Mickey suddenly rises from the mat and knocks out Anderson with a single punch) Turkish: *Now* we are fucked. * * * Errol: Oink oink! Turkish: Shit! Errol: So that's where you keep the sugar. |
| 399 | Turkish: I don't want to go in there. He's a dangerous bastard. Taken too many disco biscuits in the heat of Russian disputations. He's got as many of these nuts as he has those nuts. Tommy: I don't care if he's got fucking hazelnuts. I want a gun that works, and I'm gonna tell him. Turkish: My God, Tommy, you certainly got those minerals. Well, come on, then before "zee" Germans get here. |
| 400 | Turkish: (to Brick Top) You've still got your fight. Brick Top: No, all bets are off at the bookies, you can't change fighters. So no, I don't have my fight do I? You fucking prat! * * * Vinny: Did he have four fingers? Sol: I'm sorry, I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time. |
| 401 | (last lines) Turkish: (narrating) Tommy persuaded me to keep the dog. I eventually agreed, as long as he took it to a vet. I couldn't stand that squeaking any more. The vet found half an undigested shoe, a squeaky toy, and an 84-carat diamond lodged in its stomach. It's quite amazing what can happen in a week. Still didn't shut it up though. So what do you do? You go to see the man that knows about these sort of things. Turkish: So what do you think? Do you know anyone who'd be interested? Doug the Head: I might. |
| 402 | Sol: Oh, is that him? Vinny: I don't know, how many fingers did he have? Sol: I'm sorry I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time. Vinny: Look, well let's not stand in no ceremony mate, let's start the show. * * * (Police are watching Tommy chase the dog) Turkish: He loves that dog. Always playing silly games. |
| 403 | Brick Top: Pull your tongue out of my arsehole, Gary. Dogs do that. You're not a dog, are ya Gary? Gary: No, no I'm not. Brick Top: But you do have all the characteristics of a dog, Gary. All except loyalty. (Errol zaps Gary) Turkish: (Voice over) It's rumored that Brick Top's favorite means of dispatch involves a stun gun, a plastic bag, a roll of tape, and a pack of hungry pigs. Brick Top: (to Errol's companion) You're a ruthless little cunt, Liam, I'll give you that. But I've got no time for grassers. (John throws a plastic bag over Liam's head and suffocates him) Brick Top: Feed 'em to the pigs, Errol. (to the two boxers, who are now staring in horror) Brick Top: What the fuck are you two looking at? |
| 404 | Turkish: Tommy, why is your skin leaking? Tommy: I'm a little worried actually, Turkish. Turkish: Worried about what? Tommy: What happens if the gypsy knocks the other man out? I mean, he's done it before ain't he? Turkish: We get murdered before we leave the building, and I imagine we get fed to the pigs. Tommy: Well I'm glad to see you're climbing the walls in fucking anxiety. Pardon my cynicism, but I don't exactly trust the pikey. Turkish: Don't think I haven't thunk about that one, Tommy. It's his mum's funeral tonight. God bless her. You know those gypsies like a drink at a wake. I'm not worried about whether Mickey knocks the other man out. I'm worried about whether Mickey makes it to the fourth fucking round. Tommy: What if he doesn't make it to the fourth round? Turkish: We get murdered before we leave the building, and I imagine we get fed to the pigs. |
| 405 | Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in the gulliver so had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for wakening. * * * Alex: Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit? |
| 406 | Minister: As I was saying, Alex, you can be instrumental in changing the public verdict. Do you understand, Alex? Have I made myself clear? Alex: As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, Fred. |
| 407 | Alex: Initiative comes to thems that wait. * * * Alex: What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultraviolent. |
| 408 | Alex: We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small expenditure. * * * Alex: Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well. |
| 409 | (first lines) Alex: There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence. |
| 410 | Alex: One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy, dirty old drunkie, howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking, rotten guts. I could never stand to see anyone like that, whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real old like this one was. * * * Alex: Ho, ho, ho! Well, if it isn't fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou! |
| 411 | Alex: And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage. * * * Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van. * * * Alex: Hi, hi, hi, Mr. Deltoid! |
| 412 | (Alex has just struck Dim on the legs) Dim: What did you do that for? Alex: For being a bastard with no manners, and not a dook of an idea how to comport yourself public-wise, O my brother. Dim: I don't like you should do what you done, and I'm not your brother no more and wouldn't want to be. Alex: Watch that. Do watch that, O Dim, if to continue to be on live thou dost wish. Dim: Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you. I'll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime, not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless. Well, it stands to reason I won't have it. Alex: A nozh scrap any time you say. Dim: Doobidoob. A bit tired, maybe. Best not to say more. Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways and get a bit of spatchka. Right, right? |
| 413 | (listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony) Alex: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures! |
| 414 | Alex: What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited. |
| 415 | Alex: As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside, but thinking all the time - Now it was to be Georgie the general, saying what we should do and what not to do, and Dim as his mindless greeding bulldog. But suddenly, I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones, and that the oomny ones use like, inspiration and what Bog sends. Now it was lovely music that came into my aid. There was a window open with the stereo on, and I viddied right at once what to do. |
| 416 | Minister: (addressing the audience) But enough of words, actions speak louder than. Action now. Observe all. |
| 417 | Frank Alexander: Who on Earth could that be? Mrs. Alexander: I'll go and see. * * * Billy Boy: Lets get 'em boys! * * * Alex: Naughty, naughty, naughty! You filthy old soomka! |
| 418 | (Alex encounters his old friends, who are now police) Alex: It's impossible! I can't believe it! Georgie: Evidence of the ol' glassies! Nothing up our sleeves, no magic little Alex! A job for two who are now of job age! The police! |
| 419 | Alex: Hi, hi, hi there! At last we meet. Our brief govoreet through the letter-hole was not, shall we say, satisfactory, yes? |
| 420 | Frank Alexander: Food alright? Alex: Great sir, great! Frank Alexander: Try the wine! * * * (about his wife) Frank Alexander: She was very badly raped, you see! We were assaulted by a gang of vicious, young, hoodlums in this house! In this very room you are sitting in now! I was left a helpless cripple, but for her the agony was too great! The doctor said it was pneumonia; because it happened some months later! During a flu epidemic! The doctors told me it was pneumonia, but I knew what it was! A VICTIM OF THE MODERN AGE! Poor, poor girl! |
| 421 | P.R. Deltoid: I've just come from the hospital; your victim has died. Alex: You try to frighten me. Admit so, sir. This is some new form of torture. Say it, Brother Sir. P.R. Deltoid: It'll be your own torture. I hope to God it'll torture you to madness. |
| 422 | Alex: The Durango '95 purred away a real horrowshow - a nice, warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts. And soon it was trees and dark, my brothers, with real country dark. * * * Alex: No time for the old in-out, love, I've just come to read the meter. |
| 423 | Female Psychaitrist: I'm going to show you a picture, and you tell me what that person might say. Alex: Oh Female Psychaitrist: Let's Begin (Changes to a slide with two people looking at a peacock) Female Psychaitrist: "Isn't the plumage beautiful?" Alex: I'm supposed to say what the other person would say? Female Psychaitrist: Yes, just tell me the first thing that comes to your mind. Alex: Cabbages, knickers, It hasn't got A BEAK! Female Psychaitrist: Good. (Changes slides to a man climbing into a naked woman's bedroom) Female Psychaitrist: "What do you want?" Alex: No time for the ol' in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter! Female Psychaitrist: Alright. Alex: (laughs) Female Psychaitrist: (Changes slide to woman handing bird eggs to a man) "You can do whatever you like with these. Alex: Eggiweggs. I would like... to smash them. And pick them up, and THROW- (moves injured arm) Alex: OW! Fucking hell! So did I pass? |
| 424 | Psychiatrist: (showing Alex the first slide) Isn't the plummage beautiful? Alex: I just have to say what the other person would say? Psychiatrist: Yes. Alex: (repeating the question) Isn't the plummage beautiful? Psychiatrist: Yes, well don't think about it too long. Just say the first thing that pops into your mind. |
| 425 | Alex: Eggiwegs! I would like... to smash them! * * * Alex: You know what you can do with that watch? Stick it up your arse! * * * (last lines) Alex: I was cured, all right! |
| 426 | Prison Chaplain: Goodness is something to be chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man. * * * Alex: It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen. |
| 427 | (Alex has the tramp pinned down) Tramp: Well, go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this! Alex: Oh? And what's so stinking about it? Tramp: It's a stinking world because there's no law and order anymore! It's a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done. Oh, it's no world for an old man any longer. What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon, and men spinning around the earth, and there's not no attention paid to earthly law and order no more. (He starts singing another song, and Alex and his droogs proceed to beat him) |
| 428 | Alex: I've suffered the tortures of the damned, sir (with innocent reinforcement) Alex: - tortures of the damned. |
| 429 | Chief Guard Barnes: Are you able to see the white line painted on the floor directly behind you, Six-Double-Five-Three-Two-One? Alex: Yes, sir. Chief Guard Barnes: Then your toes belong on the *other* side of it! |
| 430 | (Alex chats up two girls sucking penis-shaped lollies) Alex: Enjoying that are you my darlin'? Bit cold and pointless isn't it my lovely? What's happened to yours my little sister? * * * (Staring at Alex's penis) Chief Guard Barnes: Are you now, or have you ever been a homosexual? |
| 431 | Prison Chaplain: What's it going to be, eh? Is it going to be in and out of institutions like this? Well, more in and out for most of ya! Or are you going to attend to the Divine Word and realise the punishments that await unrepentant sinners in the next world as well as this? A lot of idiots you are, selling your own birthright for a saucer of cold porridge! The thrill of theft! Of violence! The urge to live easy! Well, I ask you what is it worth when we have undeniable truth - yes! Incontrovertible evidence that Hell exists! I know! I know my friends! I have been informed in visions that there is a place darker than any prison, hotter than any flame of human fire, where souls of unrepentant criminal sinners like yourselves...! (an inmate belches, prompting the rest to laugh) Prison Chaplain: Don't you laugh, damn you! Don't you laugh! I say like yourselves scream in endless and unendurable agony! Their skin rotting and peeling! A fireball spinning in their screaming guts! I know! Oh yes, I know! (Another inmate makes a raspberry noise, prompting them to laugh again) |
| 432 | Chief Guard Barnes: Pick that up and put it down properly! * * * Prison Chaplain: Choice! The boy has not a real choice, has he? Self-interest, the fear of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement. The insincerity was clear to be seen. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice. Minister: Padre, there are subtleties! We are not concerned with motives, with the higher ethics. We are concerned only with cutting down crime and with relieving the ghastly congestion in our prisons. He will be your true Christian, ready to turn the other cheek, ready to be crucified rather than crucify, sick to the heart at the thought of killing a fly. Reclamation! Joy before the angels of God! The point is that it works. |
| 433 | Minister: What crime did you commit? Alex: The accidental killing of a person, sir. Chief Guard Barnes: He brutally murdered a woman, sir, in furtherance of theft. Fourteen years, sir! Minister: Excellent. He's enterprising, aggressive, outgoing, young, bold, vicious. He'll do. Governor: Well, fine, we could still look at C-block... Minister: No, no, no. That's enough. He's perfect. I want his records sent to me. This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition. Alex: Thank you very much for this chance, sir. Minister: Let's hope you make the most of it, my boy. |
| 434 | Alex: No. No! NO! Stop it! Stop it, please! I beg you! This is sin! This is sin! This is sin! It's a sin, it's a sin, it's a sin! Dr. Brodsky: Sin? What's all this about sin? Alex: That! Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music! Dr. Branom: Are you referring to the background score? Alex: Yes. Dr. Branom: You've heard Beethoven before? Alex: Yes! Dr. Brodsky: So, you're keen on music? Alex: YES! Dr. Brodsky: Can't be helped. Here's the punishment element perhaps. |
| 435 | Alex: You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I've learned me lesson, sir. I've seen now what I've never seen before. I'm cured! Praise god! Dr. Brodsky: You're not cured yet, boy. |
| 436 | Minister: Oh, yes. I understand you're fond of music. I have arranged a little surprise for you. Alex: Surprise? Minister: One that I hope that you will like. As a um... how shall we put it? As a symbol of our new understanding. An understanding between two friends. |
| 437 | Alex: So I waited and, O my brothers, I got a lot better munching away at eggiwegs, and lomticks of toast and lovely steakiwegs and then, one day, they said I was going to have a very special visitor. (the Minister enters) Minister: Good evening, my boy. * * * Minister: Public opinion has a way of changing. |
| 438 | Minister: You seem to have a whole ward to yourself, my boy. Alex: Yes, sir, and a very lonely place it is too, sir, when I wake up in the middle of the night with my pain. Minister: Yes... well, good to see you on the mend! |
| 439 | Minister: Punishment means nothing to them, you can see that. They enjoy their so-called punishment. Alex: You're absolutely right, sir. Chief Guard Barnes: Shut your bleeding hole! |
| 440 | Tramp: In Dublin's fair city - Where the girls are so pretty, - I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone - As she wheel'd her wheel barrow, - Thro' streets broad and narrow, - Crying "cockles and mussels alive alive O!" - "alive, alive O! Alive, alive O! - Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!" - As everybody's knowing, You've got a decent tongue, - Whene'er it's set agoing. |
| 441 | Psychiatrist: (reading off the slide) The boy you always quarreled with is seriously ill... Alex: Um... My mind is a blank... and... uhh... and I'll smash your face! |
| 442 | Alex: I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal. Then I realized what it was. The music coming up from the floor was our old friend, Ludwig Van, and the dreaded Ninth Symphony. * * * Alex: Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep for ever, and ever and ever. * * * Tramp: Can ye spare some cutter, me brothers? |
| 443 | Conspirator: Do you still feel suicidal? Alex: Well, put it this way, I feel very low in myself. I can't see much in the future, and I feel that any second something terrible is going to happen to me. (slumps into spaghetti) |
| 444 | Dim: Hello, Lucy. Had a busy night? We've been working hard, too. Pardon me, Luce. * * * Mum: But you've not been to school all week, son. Alex: Got to rest, Mum. Got to get fit. Otherwise I'm liable to miss a lot more school. |
| 445 | Mum: Well, like he says, it's mostly odd things he does. Helping like... here and there as it might be. * * * Alex: Where's my snake? Dad: Well, he... he met with like an accident. He passed away. |
| 446 | Alex: Is that the end then? Psychiatrist: Yes. Alex: I was quite enjoying that. Psychiatrist: Good! I'm glad. Alex: How many did I get right? Psychiatrist: It's not that kind of a test. |
| 447 | Alex: Excuse me, Mrs. Can you please help? There's been a terrible accident! My friend's in the middle of the road bleeding to death! Can I please use your telephone for an ambulance? * * * Alex: Missus! It's a matter of life and death! |
| 448 | P.R. Deltoid: Ah, Alex boy! Awake at last, yes? I met your mother on the way to work, yes? She gave me the key. She said something about a pain somewhere, hence not at school, yes? Alex: A rather intolerable pain in the head, Brother Sir. I think it should be clear by this after lunch. P.R. Deltoid: Or certainly by this evening, yes? The evening's the great time, isn't it, Alex? |
| 449 | Alex: What are we gonna do? Talk about me sex life? Psychiatrist: Oh, no. I'm going to show you some slides and you're going to tell me what you think about them. Alright? Alex: Jolly good. Do you know anything about dreams? Psychiatrist: Something, yes. Alex: Do you know what they mean? Psychiatrist: Perhaps. Are you concerned about something? Alex: Oh, no, no... not concerned really. But I've been having this very nasty dream. Very nasty. Psychiatrist: Now, each of these slides needs a reply from somebody in the picture. You tell me what you think the person would say. Alright? Alex: Righty-right. |
| 450 | Alex: I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh no. if I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told. * * * Chief Guard Barnes: Shut your filthy hole, you scum! |
| 451 | Georgie: (They've just stopped a band of tramps from beating up Alex) What's the trouble, sir? Alex: (looks up and recognizes them) Oh no! Dim: Well. Well, well. Well, well, well, well, if it isn't little Alex. Long time no viddy, droog. How goes? Alex: It's... it's impossible. I don't believe it. Georgie: Evidence of the old glazzies. Nothing up their sleeves. No magic, little Alex. A job for two, who are now of job age. The police. |
| 452 | Frank Alexander: (hears knocking on the door) Who on Earth could that be? Julian: I'll see who it is. (goes to the front door) Julian: Yes, what is it? Alex: (barely audible) Help... please... help... help. Julian: (opens the door and Alex collapses at the doorway. He carries Alex into the house) Frank, I think this young man needs some help. Frank Alexander: (surprised by Alex's poor condition) My God! What happened to you, my boy? Alex: (voice-over) And would you believe it, o my brothers and only friends. There was your faithful narrator being held helpless, like a babe in arms, and suddenly realizing where he was and why home on the gate had looked so familiar, but I knew I was safe. For in those care-free days, I and my so-called droogies wore our maskies, which were like real horror-show disguises. Alex: (nervous) Police... ghastly horrible police... they beat me up, sir. (sees Frank has a foul look on his face, apparently not believing him) Alex: The police beat me up, sir. Frank Alexander: (excited) I know you! (pauses) Frank Alexander: Isn't it your picture in the newspapers? Didn't I see you on the video this morning? Are you not the poor victim of this horrible new technique? Alex: (relieved) Yes, sir! That's exactly who I am and what I am, sir. A victim, sir! Frank Alexander: Then, by God, you've been sent here by providence! Tortured in prison, then thrown out to be tortured by the police. My heart goes out to you, poor, poor boy. Oh, you are not the first to come here in distress. The police are fond of bringing their victims to the outskirts of this village. But it is providential that you, who are also another kind of victim should come here. Frank Alexander: (finally remembering Alex's state) Oh, but you're cold and shivering. Julian, draw a bath for this young man. Julian: Certainly, Frank. Alex: (as he is being carried off by Julian) Thank you very much, sir. God bless you, sir. |
| 453 | Alex: Hey dad, there's a strange fella sittin' on the sofa munchy-wunching lomticks of toast. Dad: That's Joe. He lives here now. The lodger, that's what he is. He rents your room. * * * (repeated line) Tramp: Could you spare some cutter, me brother? * * * Colin 'Coco' Bryce: COCO FUCKIN' BRYCE! |
| 454 | Doreen: Tell us who ye've been seein'. Boab Snr: Dolly Parton. Doreen: I can't hear ye. Boab Snr: Dolly Parton! Doreen: That fuckin' slut? I knew it. Who else? Boab Snr: Anna Ford... and that Madonna, but just the once. Doreen: Scumbag. Bastard. Ya dirty fuckin' prick! You know what this means... Boab Snr: No, no Doreen... not the shite. I can't eat your shite. Doreen: I'm gonna shite in your mouth. It's what we both want. Don't deny it. Boab Snr: Shite in my mouth! |
| 455 | Sgt. Morrison: So, what's been happening tonight, Brian? PC Cochrane: Well, there's the rapist. The guy that stabbed the boy in the shopping centre. And this comedian down here. Sgt. Morrison: Well, I've had a wee word with our rapist. Seems a nice enough young fellow. Tells us the whore was askin' for it. It's the way of the world, Brian. As for the guy that stabbed the boy - well, silly wee bugger, but... boys will be boys. What's the story with this tube-stake? PC Cochrane: Caught him smashing up a telephone box. Sgt. Morrison: (disgusted) Tsk tsk. |
| 456 | Catriona: (Larry is beating Jonny) Blooter that bastard! Kill the fuckin' cunt! Ya fuckin' knob! He's got our fuckin' electricity! He's got ma fuckin' bairn! Go back to your ma! Lick your ma's fuckin' piss-flaps, ya fuckin' cunt! * * * Rory: Awww, the wee Tom-Tom. Goo goo, ga ga. Colin 'Coco' Bryce: Shut your fuckin' mouth, you, ya specky git. * * * Colin 'Coco' Bryce: (about to be breast-fed) Phwoar, ya dirty cunt, ye. You've got some set a' jugs on ye, right enough, doll. Business gear. |
| 457 | God: You fucked this one up, ya daft cunt. Boab: Eh? What? God: You. Bob Coyle. No house, no job, no bird, no mates, police record, sore ribs - all in the space of a few hours. Nice one. Boab: How the fuck do you know my business, eh? What the fuck's it got to do with you, eh? God: It's my fuckin' business to know. I'm God. Boab: Away to fuck, ya old radge. God: Fuckin' hell... another wise cunt. |
| 458 | Boab: I've had a fuckin' hard time, and now I've just met God. The cunt's gonna turn us into an insect. |
| 459 | Jenny: (Coco, has a baby, has just spoken) You spoke, Tom. Colin 'Coco' Bryce: Aye, I did. Look, sit doon. I mean sit down. Fuck... eh? You'd better not say nowt to no cunt about this, right? |
| 460 | Colin 'Coco' Bryce: I'm gettin' a wee bit hungry, though, eh. Jenny: Oh, I'll take you home and make you something. Colin 'Coco' Bryce: Eh, I was thinkin' a wee bit more of the... tit. |
| 461 | Guy: Are you interested in Martine ? Stephane: Martine from work ? Guy: No, Martin Scorsese. * * * Stephane: I am your neighbor and a liar. By the way, do you have Zoe's number? |
| 462 | Stephane: (Shows 3-D glasses ) You can see real life in 3-D Stephanie: Isn't life already in 3-D? Stephane: Yeah but, come on. |
| 463 | Stephane: It's like touching your penis with your left hand. Stephanie: I don't have a penis. Stephane: But you have a left hand. |
| 464 | (first lines) Stephane: Un, dos, tres, cuatro! (Stephane plays the drums, then the piano, then moves the cameras. "Stephane TV") Stephane: Hi, and welcome back to another episode of "Television Educative". Tonight, I'll show you how dreams are prepared. People think it's a very simple and easy process but it's a bit more complicated than that. As you can see, a very delicate combination of complex ingredients is the key. First, we put in some random thoughts. And then, we add a little bit of reminiscences of the day... mixed with some memories from the past. (adds two bunchs of pasta) Stephane: That's for two people. Love, friendships, relationships... and all those "ships", together with songs you heard during the day, things you saw, and also, uh... personal... Okay, I think it's one. (Red smoke comes out of the pot) Stephane: There it goes. Yes! Yes. (coughs) Stephane: Okay, we have to run. |
| 465 | Stephanie: How's is your hand? Stephane: It started to smell like a foot. Stephanie: Its a good sign. * * * Stephane: I don't want to be Spaghetti... |
| 466 | Stephanie: Distraction is an obstruction for the construction. * * * Stephanie: (to Stephane) You have a serious problem of distorting reality. You could sleep with the entire planet and still feel rejected. |
| 467 | (giving advice to Stephane in a ski dream) Serge: Stephane, talk with the heart! Martine: Yeah, be gentle! Guy: Fuck her! |
| 468 | (last lines) Stephanie: Stephane? * * * Stephane: In dreams, emotions are overwhelming. * * * Stephane: Will you marry me when you are seventy? You'd have nothing to lose. |
| 469 | Stephane: (after giving Stephanie the one second time traveling machine) For the occasion of... you're pretty. * * * Stephanie: How's your head? Stephane: It's okay. It's not normal though... Stephanie: It's never going to be. |
| 470 | Stephane: I like your boobs. They're very friendly and unpretentious. * * * Stephane: Are you trying to mock me on live television? |
| 471 | Guy: (after throwing Guy's TV set into the canal) It floats! Stephane: Yeah, it floats. Guy: Now the fish can watch crappy shows from below. |
| 472 | Stephanie: I have big hands. Stephane: That means you have a large penis. Stephane: (embarrassed) ... That was inappropriate... |
| 473 | Stephane: P. S. R. Parallel Synchronized Randomness. An interesting brain rarity and our subject for today. Two people walk in opposite directions at the same time and then they make the same decision at the same time. Then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it. Basically, in a mathematical world these two little guys will stay looped for the end of time. The brain is the most complex thing in the universe and it's right behind the nose. (plays drums) Stephane: Fascinating! * * * Serge: Guy is making me smell the sperm! |
| 474 | Serge: A heart that sighs has not what its desire. * * * Stephanie: Anarchy in the cellophane! * * * Stephane: You know, sometimes I wear my jeans for more than a week until they're really bad. And it makes me feel closer to you |
| 475 | Stephanie: Things'll turn out the way you want, if you could just stop doubting that I love you. Call me home. Next door. * * * Stephanie: Why me? Stephane: (Stephane covering his face with the pillow) Because everyone else is boring. And because you're different. |
| 476 | Guy: fuck, an artist, he'll never last * * * Stephanie: Why me? Stephane: Because everyone else is boring. And because you are different. You don't like me, Stephanie. |
| 477 | Stephanie: Organization always merges back if you don't pay attention. Stephane: Death to organization. * * * Monsieur Pouchet: What does he shave with, toast? Stephane: What's 'shave toast'? |
| 478 | Stephane: (Zoe is dancing flirtaciously with Guy) Does she always dance like that? Stephanie: Yeah. Stephane: I mean, is it always like that? Or just when shes been drinking? Stephanie: Do you have a problem with it? Stephane: No, I just can't imagine how anyone would end up doing that with Guy. |
| 479 | Serge: It's one thing to be called fags, but to be called dykes is unacceptable. * * * Stephane: The brain is the most complex thing in the universe, and it's right behind the nose! |
| 480 | Stephane: This girl is at once all the women that broke my heart. She is so beautiful and generous, and she's asking me to leave... because she is dumping me. Stephane: She's dumping me because I am a cheap drug dealer, and I am a drug dealer because she wants to leave me. Stephane: The police are going to get me now, this is all my fault. |
| 481 | Maximillian Cohen: Something's going on. It has to do with that number. There's an answer in that number. * * * Maximillian Cohen: 11:15, restate my assumptions: 1. Mathematics is the language of nature. 2. Everything around us can be represented and understood through numbers. 3. If you graph these numbers, patterns emerge. Therefore: There are patterns everywhere in nature. * * * Maximillian Cohen: Restate my assumptions: One, Mathematics is the language of nature. Two, Everything around us can be represented and understood through numbers. Three: If you graph the numbers of any system, patterns emerge. Therefore, there are patterns everywhere in nature. Evidence: The cycling of disease epidemics;the wax and wane of caribou populations; sun spot cycles; the rise and fall of the Nile. So, what about the stock market? The universe of numbers that represents the global economy. Millions of hands at work, billions of minds. A vast network, screaming with life. An organism. A natural organism. My hypothesis: Within the stock market, there is a pattern as well... Right in front of me... hiding behind the numbers. Always has been. |
| 482 | (first lines) Maximillian Cohen: 9:13, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six I did. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly, daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see. But something else had changed inside of me. That day I had my first headache. * * * (repeated line) Maximillian Cohen: When I was a little kid, my mother told me not to stare into the sun, so when I was six I did... |
| 483 | Sol Robeson: This is insanity, Max. Maximillian Cohen: Or maybe it's genius. * * * Marcy Dawson: It's survival of the fittest, Max, and we've got the fucking gun. |
| 484 | Marcy Dawson: (to Max) You don't understand it, do you? I don't give a shit about you! I only care about what's in your fucking head! If you won't help us, help yourself. We are forced to comply to the laws of nature. Survival of the fittest Max, and we've got the fucking gun! |
| 485 | Rabbi Cohen: Who do you think you are? You are only a vessel from our god. You are carrying a delivery that was meant for us. Maximillian Cohen: It was given to me. * * * Sol Robeson: There will be no order, only chaos. |
| 486 | Maximillian Cohen: I'm trying to understand our world. I don't deal with petty materialists like you. * * * Maximillian Cohen: Happy birthday, Euclid. |
| 487 | Sol Robeson: Have you met Archimedes? The one with the black spots, you see? You remember Archimedes of Syracuse, eh? The king asks Archimedes to determine if a present he's received is actually solid gold. Unsolved problem at the time. It tortures the great Greek mathematician for weeks - insomnia haunts him and he twists and turns in his bed for nights on end. Finally, his equally exhausted wife - she's forced to share a bed with this genius - convinces him to take a bath to relax. While he's entering the tub, Archimedes notices the bath water rise. Displacement, a way to determine volume, and that's a way to determine density - weight over volume. And thus, Archimedes solves the problem. He screams "Eureka" and he is so overwhelmed he runs dripping naked through the streets to the king's palace to report his discovery. |
| 488 | Maximillian Cohen: Studying the pattern made Euclid conscious of itself. I had to... Before it died it spit out the number. That consciousness is the number? Sol Robeson: No, Max. It's only a nasty bug. Maximillian Cohen: It's more than that, Sol. Sol Robeson: No, it's not. It's a dead end. There's nothing there. Maximillian Cohen: It's a door, Sol. It's a door. Sol Robeson: A door at the front of a cliff. You're driving yourself over the edge. |
| 489 | Sol Robeson: Hold on. You have to slow down. You're losing it. You have to take a breath. Listen to yourself. You're connecting a computer bug I had with a computer bug you might have had and some religious hogwash. You want to find the number 216 in the world, you will be able to find it everywhere. 216 steps from a mere street corner to your front door. 216 seconds you spend riding on the elevator. When your mind becomes obsessed with anything, you will filter everything else out and find that thing everywhere. |
| 490 | Lenny Meyer: Each letter's a number. Like the Hebrew A, Alef is 1. B, Bet is 2. You understand? But look at this. The numbers are inter-related. Like take the Hebrew word for father, 'Ab' - Alef Bet... 1, 2 equals 3. Alright? Hebrew word for mother, 'em' - Alef Mem... 1, 40 equals 41. Sum of 3 and 41... 44. Alright? Now, Hebrew word for child, alright, mother... father... child, 'Yeled' - that's 10, 30, and 4... 44. * * * Maximillian Cohen: 12:50, press Return. |
| 491 | Maximillian Cohen: Failed treatments to date: Beta blockers, calcium channel blockers, adrenalin injections, high dose ibuprofen, steroids, Trager Mentastics, violent exercise, cafergot suppositories, caffeine, acupuncture, marijuana, Percodan, Midrine, Tenormin, Sansert, homeopathics. No results. No results... * * * Lenny Meyer: You gave it to those Wall Street bastards? |
| 492 | Maximillian Cohen: 10:15, personal note: It's fair to say I'm stepping out on a limb, but I am on the edge and that's where it happens. |
| 493 | Maximillian Cohen: My new hypothesis: If we're built from Spirals while living in a giant Spiral, then is it possible that everything we put our hands to is infused with the Spiral? |
| 494 | Sol Robeson: The Ancient Japanese considered the Go board to be a microcosm of the universe. Although when it is empty it appears to be simple and ordered, in fact, the possibilities of gameplay are endless. They say that no two Go games have ever been alike. Just like snowflakes. So, the Go board actually represents an extremely complex and chaotic universe. |
| 495 | Lenny Meyer: The Torah is just a long string of numbers. Some say that it's a code sent to us from God. |
| 496 | Sol Robeson: That is the truth of our world, Max. It can't be easily summed up with math. * * * Maximillian Cohen: 9:22, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun, so once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. |
| 497 | Maximillian Cohen: If the number's there I'll find it! * * * Sol Robeson: As soon as you discard scientific rigor, you're no longer a mathematician, you're a numerologist. |
| 498 | Sol Robeson: (finishes story of Archimedes' breakthrough) Now, what is the moral of the story? Maximillian Cohen: That a breakthrough will come. Sol Robeson: Wrong! The point of the story is the wife. You listen to your wife, she will give you perspective, meaning. You need a break, you have to take a bath or you will get nowhere. |
| 499 | Maximillian Cohen: It was given to me. It's inside of me. It's changing me. Ephraim: It's killing you, because you are not ready to receive it. * * * (last lines) Jenna: How about 748 divided by 238. I got it! What's the answer? |
| 500 | The Written Woman: Our bees make honey, but your flies make shit. * * * The Alchemist: You are excrement. You can change yourself into gold. |
| 501 | Drug Master: The Cross was a mushroom - and the mushroom was also the Tree of Good and Evil. * * * The Alchemist: The grave recieves you with love. Surrender yourself to the Earth. Return what was loaned to you. Give up your pleasure, your pain, your friends, your lovers, your life, your past, what you desire. You will know nothingness, it is the only reality. Don't be afraid, it's so easy to give. You're not alone, you have a grave. It was your first mother. The grave is the door to your rebirth. Now you will surrender the faithful animal you once called your body. Don't try to keep it, remember, it was a loan. Surrended your legs, your sex, your hair, your brain, your all. You no longer want to possess, possession is the ultimate pain. The earth covers your body, she came to cover you with love, because she is your true flesh. Now you are an open heart, open to receive your true essence your ultimate perfection. Your new body, which is the universe, the work of god. You will be born again, you will be real. you will be your own father, your own mother, your own child, your own perfection. Open your eyes, you are the earth, you are the green, you are the blue, you are the Aleph, you are the essence. Look at the flower, look at the flower, for the first time look at the flowers. |
| 502 | Lut, He whose planet is Pluto: (vomits) His feet stink. The Alchemist: He has beautiful feet. Lut, He whose planet is Pluto: I can't stand the smell! The Alchemist: (attacks Lut, breaking his legs) When he puts your bones back together, you will like his smell! |
| 503 | Rene: What's your name? Basquiat: Jean-Michel Basquiat. Rene: Oh my God, you sound famous already! |
| 504 | Benny Dalmau: What would you do if I kissed ya? Gina Cardinale: You're out of your mind Benny. You should take more drugs. * * * Big Pink: Oh! How can I ever thank you? Basquiat: Can I squeeze your titties? |
| 505 | The Electrician: I'll be forty in July, and I'm glad I never got recognition. It gives me time to develop. * * * Rene Ricard: When I speak nobody believes me, but when I write it down everybody knows it to be true. |
| 506 | Rene Ricard: We're no longer collecting art; we're buying people. * * * (Basquiat's first agent on his paintings) Annina Nosei: This is the true voice of the gutter. |
| 507 | Albert Milo: Good conversation is hard to find in this town. * * * Albert Milo: You know, your audience isn't even born yet. * * * Rene: That's $2000 and he's from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, suck my pussy, you star! |
| 508 | Henry Geldzahler: He used to, Nixon used to have a room at the Waldorf Astoria, but then he moved to Saddle River, New Jersey. Jack Milo: Saddle River's in New York. Andy Warhol: I think it's in New Jersey. Jack Milo: New York. Andy Warhol: It's... it's in New Jersey. Jack Milo: Saddle River's in New York! |
| 509 | Basquiat: Whoa! Warhol! Benny Dalmau: That's Andy Warhol... (pause) Benny Dalmau: He's a fuckin' homo. |
| 510 | Basquiat: Ah, piss paint! Andy Warhol: Not piss paint, Jean, oxidation art! Basquiat: Ya, I hate cleaning brushes too. |
| 511 | Basquiat: I gotta get out of New York... Andy Warhol: Hey, we could go to Pittsburgh! I kinda grew up there. They have this room with all the world's famous statues in it, so you don't even have to go to Europe any more... just go to Pittsburgh. |
| 512 | Basquiat: How long does it take to get famous? Benny Dalmau: Four years. Six to get rich. * * * Andy Warhol: I don't like beer. |
| 513 | Basquiat: He says he's jealous of the moon, because you look at it. He's jealous of the sun, because it warms you. He says, "I feel you, even when I'm not feeling you. I talk to you when I'm not talking to you. I love you, even when I'm not loving you."... you know I love you, Gina. * * * Basquiat: Duck-man! Can I get two ducks, man? |
| 514 | (Basquiat is nailing one of his pieces to the wall) Rene: Child, you got no respect at all... nobody taught you how to mount paintings? You know me, when it comes to a mounting, the rougher the better. |
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