DATE â”€ NAME â”€ MEMORABLE QUOTES
2006/10/1 â”€ Scent of a Woman / å¥³äººé¦™ â”€
If you’re tangled up, just tango on.
Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never took it. You know why? It was too damn hard!
Dalai Lama: We have a saying in Tibet: If a problem can be solved there is no use worrying about it. If it can’t be solved, worrying will do no good.
Ichabod Crane: It is truth, but truth is not always appearance.
Ichabod Crane: The millennium is almost upon us. In a few months, we will be living in the nineteenth century. But our courts continue to rely on medieval devices of torture.
High Constable: Stand down.
Ichabod Crane: I stand up for sense and justice.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.
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: someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. 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.
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?
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.
Tyler Durden: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
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.
Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
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?
Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.
Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.
Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
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?
Tyler Durden: Right. We are consumers. We’re the bi-products of a lifestyle obsession.
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.
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.
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!
It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
2007/4/1 â”€ Good Night, and Good Luck. / æ™šå®‰ï¼Œç¥ä½ å¥½é‹
2007/5/6 â”€ S.W.A.T. / åæç‰¹è¦çµ„
2007/5/20 â”€ The Insider / é©šçˆ†å…§å¹•
2007/6/2 â”€ Catch Me If You Can / ç¥žé¬¼äº¤é‹’
2007/7/22 â”€ 12 Monkeys / æœªä¾†ç¸½å‹•å“¡
2007/7/22 â”€ United 93 / è¯èˆª 93
iF YOU WANT TO BE UNDERSTOOD… LiSTEN.
2007/7/29 â”€ World Trade Center / ä¸–è²¿ä¸å¿ƒ
2007/8/12 â”€ Gangs of New York / ç´ç´„é»‘å¹«
2007/8/26 â”€ Little Miss Sunshine / å°å¤ªé™½çš„é¡˜æœ› â”€
Dwayne: You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work… Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.
Dwayne: I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all this crap-high school and everything-just skip it.
Frank: You know Marcel Proust?
Dwayne: He’s the guy you teach.
Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he’s also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh… he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, ’cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn’t learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you’re 18… Ah, think of the suffering you’re gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don’t get better suffering than that.
2007/9/25 â”€ Kammerflimmern / æœ€å¾Œä¸€æ¬¡å¿ƒå‹•
2007/9/25 â”€ THE GOOD GERMAN / æŸæž—è¿·å®®
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date: sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold completion dimm’d, and every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d, but thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow’st, so long as men can breathe, and eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
Dig six feet, find three bodies. But dig twelve feet, you find maybe forty.
To those who poured cold water on me: Iâ€™ll return the favor when itâ€™s boiled.
Donâ€™t get confused between my personality and my attitude. My personality is who i am, my attitude depends on who you are.
You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Work hard for yourself, and those who you love.
A blue suit is the most versatile of accouterments. And more important than the suit itself, is the man who fits it for you. Once you find a good tailor, you must never give his name awayâ€¦ not even under the threat of bodily harm.
I enjoying making wine because this sublime nectar is, quite simply, incapable of lying. Picked too early or picked too late matters not. The wine will always whisper into your mouth with complete, unabashed honesty ever time you take a sip.
You’ll come to see that a man learns nothing from winning. The act of losing, however, can elicit great wisdom. Not least of which is, uh… how much more enjoyable it is to win. It’s inevitable to lose now and again. The trick is not to make a habit of it.
Pardon my lips. They find joy in the most unusual places.
2008/6/14 â”€ ä¸–ç•Œã®ä¸å¿ƒã§ã€æ„›ã‚’ã•ã‘ã¶ / åœ¨ä¸–ç•Œçš„ä¸å¿ƒå‘¼å–Šæ„›æƒ…
2008/6/21 â”€ KING KONG / é‡‘å‰›
RÃ©my: I wish that one day you will have a son like you.
Jean-Dominique Bauby: I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren’t paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.
The Joker: [speaking to Two-Face] Do I really look like a man with a plan, Harvey? I don’t have a plan. The mob has plans, the cops have plans. You know what I am, Harvey? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do if I caught one. I just *do* things. I’m a wrench in the gears. I *hate* plans. Yours, theirs, everyone’s. Maroni has plans. Gordon has plans. Schemers trying to control their worlds. I am not a schemer. I show schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are. So when I say that what happened to you and your girlfriend wasn’t personal, you know I’m telling the truth.
The Joker: It’s a schemer who put you where you are. You were a schemer. You had plans. Look where it got you. I just did what I do best-I took your plan and turned it on itself. Look what I have done to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple bullets. Nobody panics when the expected people get killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plans are horrifying. If I tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds! Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I am an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey? It’s fair.
The Joker: You just couldn’t let me go could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible aren’t you? You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won’t kill you, because you’re just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.
Batman: You’ll be in a padded cell forever.
The Joker: Maybe we can share one. Then we’ll be doubling up the rate this city’s inhabitants are losing their minds.
Harvey Dent: You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Harvey Dent: The night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you, the dawn is coming.
Alfred Pennyworth: When I was in Burma, a long time ago, my friends and I were working for the local Government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders, bribing them with precious stones. But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. We were asked to take care of the problem, so we started looking for the stones. But after six months, we couldn’t find anyone who had traded with him. One day I found a child playing with a ruby as big as a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing the stones away.
Bruce Wayne: Then why steal them?
Alfred Pennyworth: Because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren’t looking for anything logical, like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.
Batman: Why do you want to kill me?
The Joker: [laughs] Kill you? I don’t want to kill you! What would I do without you? Go back to ripping off mob dealers? No, no, you… you complete me.
Bruce Wayne: People are dying, Alfred. What would you have me do?
Alfred Pennyworth: Endure, Master Wayne. Take it. They’ll hate you for it. But that’s the point of Batman, he can be the outcast. He can make the choice that no one else can make, the right choice.
Bruce Wayne: Well today I found out what Batman can’t do. He can’t endure this. Today you finally get to say “I told you so.”
Alfred Pennyworth: Today, sir, I don’t want to.
[pauses for several moments]
Alfred Pennyworth: But I did bloody tell you.
The Joker: Those mob fools want you gone so they can get back to the way things were. But I know the truth: there’s no going back. You’ve changed things … forever.
Rayburn: A bullet always tells the truth.
Sister Anna: Do you ever see the Hand of God in what you do?
Creasy: No, not for a long time.
Sister Anna: The Bible says, “Do not be over come with evil, but overcome…?
Creasy: But overcome evil with good.”
Creasy: [in spanish] That’s Romans Chapter 12 Verse 21.
Creasy: I am the sheep that got lost, Madre.
Creasy: Revenge is a meal best served cold.
Rayburn: He’ll deliver more justice in a weekend than ten years of your courts and tribunals.
Rayburn: A man can be an artist… in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasy’s art is death. He’s about to paint his masterpiece.
Elderly Man: In the church, they say to forgive.
Creasy: Forgiveness is between them and God. It’s my job to arrange the meeting.
Alex: You’ve got some nice pieces here.
Simon Wyler: Oh, yeah. Music’s fine, music helps. It’s like Nietzche says… Life would beâ€¦
Alex: Senseless with music.
Alex: He could build a house. But he couldn’t build a home.
Simon Wyler: Where’s your brother?
Alex: I sent him away. He wasn’t feeling well. You know how he is, he worries.
Simon Wyler: Yeah, I know. He gets that from your mother, I’m afraid. She always worried too much.
Alex: What are you looking at?
[looking at architectural plans]
Simon Wyler: Hmm? Oh, yeah, here, take a gander. It’s a proposal for a museum.
Alex: Who is it?
Simon Wyler: Someone new.
Alex: Oh, I like the walkways, where the light falls. What are the materials?
Simon Wyler: Granite. Aluminum.
Alex: White panels are straight out of Meier… but the interior color coming through the front windows, that’s different. It’s not new, but it’s clean, uncluttered. I like it.
Simon Wyler: When was the last time you were in Barcelona?
Alex: Years ago, with you, Mom and Henry.
Simon Wyler: Do you remember visiting Casa de la Caritat?
Alex: The almshouse.
Simon Wyler: That’s right. You mentioned Meier. His Barcelona museum stands in the same area as Casa de la Caritat. It drinks the same light. Meier designed a series of louvered skylights to capture that light and cast it inward to illuminate the art within, but indirectly. And, that was important, because although light enhances art, it can also degrade it. But, you know all that already, you son of a gun. Now, this… where do you suppose this is to be built?
Alex: I have no idea.
Simon Wyler: Oh, but you said you liked it.
Simon Wyler: Now, come on. You know as well as I do that the light in Barcelona is quite different from the light in Tokyo. And, the light in Tokyo is different from that in Prague. A truly great structure, one that is meant to stand the tests of time never disregards its environment. A serious architect takes that into account. He knows that if he wants presence, he must consult with nature. He must be captivated by the light. Always the light. Always.
Kate: Life is not a book, Alex. It can be over in a second.
Felix: Fucking yanks. The trouble with the fucking yanks is, they’ve no fucking sense. I had some dick in Los Angeles actually ask me where I learned English. English, fuck!
Elmo: What the fuck did they do to this fish? Batter it to death?
Felix: Fish and chips, national dish mate.
Elmo: More like a national disaster!
Bob Lee Swagger: I just want someone there I can trust.
Colonel Isaac Johnson: I’m amenable. Who do you have in mind?
Bob Lee Swagger: How about that guy from U2, with the glasses?
Bob Lee Swagger: Friend of Nelson Mandela and all. He seems trustworthy.
Nick Memphis: Bono? You want them to get Bono?
Bob Lee Swagger: My colleague’s questioning my choice. Okay,
Bob Lee Swagger: Where are we meeting?
Colonel Isaac Johnson: Somewhere where I can see you coming from a god damned long way off.
Socrates: A warrior does not give up what he loves, he finds the love in what he does.
Socrates: I call myself a Peaceful Warrior… because the battles we fight are on the inside.
Socrates: A warrior is not about perfection or victory or invulnerability. He’s about absolute vulnerability.
Socrates: Sometimes you have to lose your mind before you come to your senses.
Socrates: Everyone wants to tell you what to do and what’s good for you. They don’t want you to find your own answers, they want you to believe theirs.
Dan Millman: Let me guess, and you want me to believe yours.
Socrates: No, I want you to stop gathering information from the outside and start gathering it from the inside.
Dan Millman: Life has just three rules?
Socrates: And you already know them…
Dan Millman: Paradox, humour, and change.
Dan Millman: Life is a mystery. Don’t waste time trying to figure it out.
Dan Millman: Keep a sense of humour, especially about yourself. It is a strength beyond all measure.
Dan Millman: Know that nothing stays the same.
2008/11/1 â”€ Let’s Go to Prison / åŒå±…ç‰¢å‹
2008/11/27 â”€ Constantine / é©…é”ç¥žæŽ¢ï¼šåº·æ–¯å¦æ±€
Francine: Thomas Listen. Listen. There are times when life calls out for a change. A transition. Like the seasons. Our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn. And now all of a sudden, it’s cold, so cold that everything is freezing over. Our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise. But if you fall asleep in the snow, you don’t feel death coming. Take care.
The Husband: In pretending to be a man in love, he became a man in love.
Carol: Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.
Ana: [singing in Spanish to Bourgeoisie’s baby] Pretty little hands that I have how pretty and how white that God gave me. Pretty little eyes that I have how pretty and black that God gave me. Pretty little mouth that I have how pretty and red that God gave me. Pretty little feet that I have how pretty and chubby that God gave me…
Hassan: I just got stung by a lousy mosquito. These neighborhoods are dangerous. Lagos is safer. What’ your name?
Hassan: I’d give you my card but I have none left. Too bad! Sophie, fancy a cup of coffee? Go on! Can I massage your feet?
Sophie: Why would I let you?
Hassan: Because they hurt.
Sophie: They do?
Hassan: You were running in my dreams all night… Please have coffee with me.
Carter Chambers: You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.
Edward Cole: What does a snail have to do to reincarnate? Leave the perfect trail of slime?
Carter Chambers: [in his letter to Edward] Dear Edward, I’ve gone back and forth the last few days trying to decide whether or not I should even write this. In the end, I realized I would regret it if I didn’t, so here it goes. I know the last time we saw each other, we weren’t exactly hitting the sweetest notes-certain wasn’t the way I wanted the trip to end. I suppose I’m responsible and for that, I’m sorry. But in all honestly, if I had the chance, I’d do it again. Virginia said I left a stranger and came back a husband; I owe that to you. There’s no way I can repay you for all you’ve done for me, so rather than try, I’m just going to ask you to do something else for me-find the joy in your life. You once said you’re not everyone. Well, that’s true-you’re certainly not everyone, but everyone is everyone. My pastor always says our lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. Find the joy in your life, Edward. My dear friend, close your eyes and let the waters take you home.
Edward Cole: Good afternoon. My name is Edward Cole. I don’t know what most people say at these occasions because in all honesty, I’ve tried to avoid them. The simplest thing is I loved him and I miss him. Carter and I saw the world together, which is amazing when you think that only three months ago we were complete strangers. I hope that it doesn’t sound selfish of me, but the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life, and he knew it before I did. I’m deeply proud that this man found it worth his while to know me. In the end, I think it’s safe to say that we brought some joy to one another’s lives, so one day, when I go to some final resting place, if I happen to wake up next to a certain wall with a gate, I hope that Carter’s there to vouch for me and show me the ropes on the other side.
Carter Chambers: Edward Perryman Cole died in May. It was a Sunday in the afternoon and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. He was 81 years old. Even now, I can’t claim to understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this: I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open, and I’m pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place because he was buried on the mountain, and that was against the law.
Adam Leavitt: Fleury. Tell me what you whispered to Janet, in the briefing, to get her to stop crying about Fran, you know, before all this, before we even got airborne. What’d you say to her?
Aunt: Tell me, what did your grandfather whisper in your ear before he died?
Adam Leavitt: You remember?
Ronald Fleury: I told her we were gonna kill ’em all.
15-Year-Old Grandson: Don’t fear them, my child. We are going to kill them all.
Inspector Olivetti: [on hearing Langdon’s description of Pius IX’s “Great Castration” of Vatican City’s male statues] Are you anti-Catholic Mr. Langdon?
Robert Langdon: No. I’m anti-vandalism.
Cardinal Strauss: Religion is flawed because man is flawed.
Wesley: [to audience] What the fuck have you done lately?
Cecilia Tallis: I love you. I’ll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.
Robbie Turner: [voiceover] Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
2009/6/23 â”€ Resident Evil / æƒ¡éˆå¤å ¡
Ben Campbell: Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
Micky Rosa: The only thing worse than a loser is someone who won’t admit he played badly.
Micky Rosa: [Micky is talking through the “Game Show Problem”] People remember. If you don’t know which door to open, always account for variable change. Now most people wouldn’t take the switch, out of paranoia, fear, emotions. But Mr. Campbell kept emotions aside, and let simple math get his ass into a brand new car!
Erin Gruwell’s father: Success follows experience. So, get some more experience. But no matter what, you gotta remember, it’s just a job. If you’re not right for this one, get another job.
Miep Gies: You are the heroes. You are heroes every day.
Miep Gies: But even an ordinary secretary or a housewife or a teenager can, within their own small ways, turn on a small light in a dark room.
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Vanessa Wetherhold: You should really make your bed. It sets the tone for the day.
Chuck Wetherhold: But, how do you know what tone I was trying to set?
Vanessa Wetherhold: Theresa Sternbridge practically runs a soup kitchen and she’s always seen posing in photos with crack babies and dying, old, crusty ladies. And do you know why? She scored in the 45th percentile on her SAT. People like you and me don’t need to compensate.
Vanessa Wetherhold: Dad, if there are any romantic inklings, you’re simply not ready… socio-sexual mores have really shifted, and let’s not forget he stigma attached to widowers.
Lawrence Wetherhold: I don’t think you’re very happy Vanessa.
Vanessa Wetherhold: Well, you’re not happy. And you’re my role model.
Chuck Wetherhold: You have the IQ of a dumbass ant.
Chuck Wetherhold: [We’re] middle-aged, can’t get along with women, should be gay.
Ellie: [her last message to Carl] Thanks for the adventure. Now go have one of your own.
Let me give you Leah Miller’s secret to life. Don’t give a shit about anybody. Be selfish. Because once you ask yourself the question. “What about me?”, everything changes for the better. I mean. After all, who are you?
Baba: There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft… When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.
Charlie Wilson: These things happened. They were glorious and they changed the world… and then we fucked up the endgame.
Han: Life’s simple, you make choices and you don’t look back.
Shawn Boswell: Why’d you let me race your car? You knew I was gonna wreck it.
Han: Why not?
Shawn Boswell: ‘Cause that’s a lot of money.
Han: I have money, it’s trust and character I need around me. You know, who you choose to be around you lets you know who you are. One car in exchange for knowing what a man’s made of? That’s a price I can live with.
Han: Fifty percent of something is better than a hundred percent of nothing.
2009/10/10 â”€ è½èªª / Hear Me
Anna Scott: “For June who loved this garden from Joseph who always sat beside her.” Some people do spend their whole lives together.
William: I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name.
Anna Scott: I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
2009/10/24 â”€ é¢¨è² / The Message
2010/2/6 â”€ Definitely, Maybe / æ„›æƒ…ä¸‰é¸ä¸€
Will Hayes: Will you… um… marry me?
April: No. What do you mean, ‘Will you, um, marry me?’ I haven’t seen you in weeks! You don’t look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You’re asking me to give up my – my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?
Will Hayes: Oh! Oh, my God.
April: You should’ve got on your knee.
Will Hayes: Just shut up! Here – I wanna marry you because you’re the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn’t imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So, will you, um, marry me?
April: Definitely. Maybe.
[Maya and Sarah are walking away, Maya turns around]
Maya Hayes: Dad!
[Will turns around, Maya runs to him, Will kneels]
Maya Hayes: Thanks for telling me the story.
Will Hayes: You’re welcome. I didn’t tell you the happy ending.
Maya Hayes: [getting tears] What is it?
Will Hayes: You.
2010/2/7 â”€ Confessions of a Shopaholic / è³¼ç‰©ç‹‚çš„ç•°æƒ³ä¸–ç•Œ
2010/2/13 â”€ Kingdom of Heaven / çŽ‹è€…å¤©ä¸‹
Norah: Are you sad that we missed it?
Nick: We didn’t miss it. This *is* it. C’mon. You wanna go home?
Benjamin Button: Your life is defined by its opportunities… even the ones you miss.
Mrs. Maple: Benjamin, we’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?
Ngunda Oti: You’ll see little man, plenty of times you be alone. You different like us, it’s gonna be that way. But I tell you a little secret I find out. We know we alone. Fat people, skinny people, tall people, white people… they just as alone as us… but they scared shitless.
Benjamin Button: You never know what’s coming for you.
Captain Mike: You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.
Daisy: I promise you, I’ll never lose myself to self-pity again.
Benjamin Button: [while the day begins] And I think, right there and then, she realized none of us is perfect forever.
Daisy: Would you still love me if I were old and saggy?
Benjamin Button: Would you still love ME if I were young and had acne? When I’m afraid of what’s under the bed? Or if I end up wetting the bed?
Benjamin Button: [Voice over; letter to his daughter] For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
Jamal Malik: I knew you’d be watching.
Latika: I thought we would meet only in death.
Jamal Malik: This is our destiny.
Latika: Kiss me.
2010/4/2 â”€ Â±2Â°C
Andy: [opens box, and takes out Jessie] This is Jessie, the roughest, toughest cowgirl in the whole west. She loves critters, but none more than her best pal, Bullseye!
[pulls out Bullseye, and makes a whinnying sound]
[holds the two tows out to Bonnie]
Bonnie: [shyly walks over, and takes Jessie and Bullseyes, a smile on her face]
Andy: [pulls out Rex] This is Rex! The meanest, most terrifying dinosaur who ever lived! RAWR! RAWR!
Bonnie: [recoils a little, but the giggles, and takes Rex too]
Andy: [pulls out Mr and Mrs Potato Head] The Potato Heads: Mr and Mrs. You gotta keep them together because they’re madly in love.
[Andy sets them down in front of Bonnie, before pulling out Slinky Dog]
Andy: Now Slinky here, is as loyal as any dog you could want.
[Andy then pulls out Hamm]
Andy: And Hamm, he’ll keep your money safe, but he’s also one of the most dastardly villains of all time: Evil Dr Porkchop!
[Andy then places the two with their friends, before pulling out the three aliens]
Andy: These little dudes are from a strange alien world: Pizza Planet!
[Andy then sets them down before reaching into his box again]
Andy: And this, is Buzz Lightyear, the coolest toy ever! Look! He can fly, oh, and shoot lasers!
[Andy pops open Buzz’s wings, and fires his laser]
Andy: He’s sworn to protect the galaxy from the Evil Emperor Zurg!
Bonnie: [Bonnie takes Buzz from Andy, and presses one of the buttons on his spacesuit]
Buzz Lightyear: To Infinity, and Beyond!
Andy: Now, you gotta promise to take good care of these guys. They, mean, alot to me.
Andy: Now Woody, he’s been my pal for as long as I can remember. He’s brave, like a cowboy should be. And kind, and smart. But the thing that makes Woody special, is he’ll never give up on you… ever. He’ll be there for you, no matter what.
Andy: [taking a last look at his toys before he heads off to College] Thanks, guys.
Woody: So long… partner.
Cobb: You create the world of the dream, you bring the subject into that dream, and they fill it with their subconscious.
Ariadne: How could I ever acquire enough detail to make them think that its reality?
Cobb: Well dreams, they feel real while we’re in them, right? It’s only when we wake up that we realize how things are actually strange. Let me ask you a question, you, you never really remember the beginning of a dream do you? You always wind up right in the middle of what’s going on.
Ariadne: I guess, yeah.
Cobb: So how did we end up here?
Ariadne: Well we just came from the a…
Cobb: Think about it Ariadne, how did you get here? Where are you right now?
Ariadne: We’re dreaming?
Cobb: You’re actually in the middle of the workshop right now, sleeping. This is your first lesson in shared dreaming. Stay calm.
Neil: People who get married are not to be trusted. You know why? Because if you were legitimately happy, honestly you wouldn’t feel the need to make a big show out of it. You wouldn’t have to broadcast it. They do it because they’re insecure and because they think that getting married is what they’re supposed to be doing now. And so they’re lying to themselves and they’re lying to others.
2010/10/31 â”€ 2012
Sarek: Spock, you are fully capable of deciding your own destiny. The question you face is: which path will you choose? This is something only you can decide.
James T. Kirk: You know, going back in time, changing history… that’s cheating.
Spock Prime: A trick I learned from an old friend.
[With an uncharacteristic smile, he gives the Vulcan salute to Kirk]
Spock Prime: Live long and prosper.
[Spock notices a elder Vulcan walking in the docking bay]
[the elder Vulcan turns and is revealed as Spock Prime]
Spock Prime: I am not our father.
[Young Spock, now recognizing who he is, approaches]
Spock Prime: There are so few Vulcans left. We cannot afford to ignore each other.
Spock: Then why did you send Kirk aboard, when you alone could have explained the truth?
Spock Prime: Because you needed each other. I could not deprive you of the revelation of all that you could accomplish together, of a friendship that will define you both in ways you cannot yet realize.
Spock: How did you persuade him to keep your secret?
Spock Prime: He inferred that universe-ending paradoxes would ensue should he break his promise.
Spock: You lied.
Spock Prime: I… I implied.
Spock: A gamble.
Spock Prime: An act of faith. One I hope that you will repeat in your future in Starfleet.
Spock: In the face of extinction, it is only logical that I resign my Starfleet commission and help rebuild our race.
Spock Prime: And, yet, you can be in two places at once. I urge you to remain in Starfleet. I have already located a suitable planet in which to establish a Vulcan colony. Spock, in this case, do yourself a favor: Put aside logic. Do what feels right.
[Spock Prime turns and leaves]
Spock Prime: Since my customary farewell would appear oddly self-serving, I shall simply say…
[Shows Vulcan hand salute]
Spock Prime: Good luck.
Rorschach: I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor… I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.
Dan Dreiberg: What happened to us? What happened to the American Dream?
Edward Blake: “What happened to the American Dream?” It came true! You’re lookin’ at it…
Rorschach: You see, Doctor, God didn’t kill that little girl. Fate didn’t butcher her and destiny didn’t feed her to those dogs. If God saw what any of us did that night he didn’t seem to mind. From then on I knew… God doesn’t make the world this way. We do.
Adrian Veidt: [Nixon finishes his speech on Veidt’s TVs] Do you see? It’s your super powers retreating from war. I’ve saved the Earth from hell. We both have. This is as much your victory as it is mine. Now we can return. Do what we were meant to.
Rorschach: We were meant to exact justice! Everyone’s gonna know what you’ve done…
Adrian Veidt: Will they? By exposing me, you would sacrifice the peace so many died for today.
Dan Dreiberg: Peace based on a lie.
Adrian Veidt: But peace! Nonetheless.
Jon Osterman: …He’s right. Exposing Adrian would only doom the world to Nuclear destruction again.
Laurie Juspeczyk: No… we can’t do this.
Jon Osterman: On Mars, you taught me the value of life. If we hope to preserve it here, we must remain silent.
Rorschach: Keep your own secrets…
[the others look as Rorscach leaves, then Jon and Adrian make eye contact]
Dan Dreiberg: Don’t even think about it.
[Goes after Rorscach]
Dan Dreiberg: Rorscach! Wait.
Rorschach: [Turns] Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon. That’s always been the difference between us, Daniel.
[Leaves the building]
Adrian Veidt: I’ve made myself feel every death… see every innocent face I’ve murdered to save humanity.
[Turns to Jon]
Adrian Veidt: You understand, don’t you?
Jon Osterman: Without condoning… or condemning. I understand.
Rorschach: [Outside, in the snow, Rorscach comes across a copy of Jon standing in the snow] Out of my way. People have to be told.
Jon Osterman: You know I can’t let you do that.
Rorschach: Suddenly you discover humanity. Convenient.
[Takes off his mask]
Rorschach: If you’d cared from the start, none of this would’ve happened.
Jon Osterman: I can change almost anything… but I can’t change human nature.
Rorschach: Of course, you must protect Veidt’s new Utopia. One more body amongst foundations makes little difference. Well, what are you waiting for? Do it…
Rorschach: DO IT!
[Jon makes Rorscach explode into a pile of blood]
Dan Dreiberg: NOOOOOOOO!
Sherlock Holmes: [to Watson] Never theorize before you have data. Invariably, you end up twisting facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.
Sherlock Holmes: My mind rebels at stagnation! Give me problems! Give me work!
Sherlock Holmes: Data, data, data. I cannot make bricks without clay.
Lord Coward: How terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit to the wise.
Mary Morstan: It does seem a little far-fetched, though. Making all these grand assumptions based on such tiny details…
Sherlock Holmes: Well, that’s not quite true, is it? In fact, the little details are by far the most important.
Jenny: It’s a funny world you people live in.
Jenny: You both watched me carrying on with a married man, you don’t think it’s worth saying anything about.
Danny: Please, if you want that conversation… You watched David and I help ourselves to a map, and you didn’t say much, either.
Jenny: I suppose you think Iâ€™m a ruined woman.
Headmistress: Youâ€™re not a woman.
“When life makes you have to put up with mean and hateful people, just think of them as sandpaper. They may scratch you, rub you the wrong way, but eventually… you end up smooth and polished, and the sandpaper… it’s just going to be worn out and ugly.”
Fishlegs: Chances of survival are dwindling into single-digits now…
Alphonso: To some people, love doesn’t exist unless you acknowledge it in front of other people.
Estelle: I wanted to tell you the truth!
Edgar: Unfortunately, the truth makes everything else seem like a lie.
Estelle: When you love someone, you love all of them… you gotta love everything about them, not just the good things but the bad things too. The things that you find lovable and the things you don’t.
2011/4/23 â”€ Escuchando a Gabriel (Gabriel’s Voice) / ä¾†è‡ªå¤©å ‚çš„éŸ³ç¬¦
Robin Longstride: Rise and rise again until lambs become lions.
Damon: Come on, wake up and face north twink. I’m an asshole, assholes don’t have friends. But then I don’t really care.
Fred Tate: You don’t?
Damon: A reasonable man adapts himself to the world around him. An unreasonable man expects to the world to adapt *to* him. Therefor all progress is made by unreasonable men.
(Damon: Bernard Shaw said that)
Rancho: Pursue excellence, and success will follow.
2011/7/30 â”€ æ¦ä¿ / Wu Xia
Abraham Erskine: [about his choice] Why someone weak? Because a weak man knows the value of strength, the value of power…
2011/8/20 â”€ ç¿»æ»¾å§ï¼é˜¿ä¿¡ / Jump Ashin!
Senior Ed Bloom: I’ve been nothin’ but myself since the day I was born, and if you can’t see that it’s your failin’, not mine.
Senior Ed Bloom: There’s a time when a man needs to fight, and a time when he needs to accept that his destiny is lost… the ship has sailed and only a fool would continue. Truth is… I’ve always been a fool.
Senior Ed Bloom: They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true. What they don’t tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.
Young Ed Bloom: There comes a point when any reasonable man will swallow his pride and admit he made a mistake. The truth is… I was never a reasonable man.
Senior Ed Bloom: Most men, they’ll tell you a story straight through. It won’t be complicated, but it won’t be interesting either.
Jacob: Are you the billionaire owner of Apple Computers?
Jacob: Oh, ok. In that case, you’ve got no right to wear New Balance sneakers, ever.
Hannah: Will you take off your shirt… fuck! Seriously? It’s like you’re Photoshopped!
Cal: I will never stop trying. Because when you find the one… you never give up.
Sponsor: You know, booze isn’t really your drug of choice anyway. You’re addicted to chaos. For some of us, it’s coke. For some of us, it’s bourbon. But you? You got hooked on disaster.
Stephen Delano: This is all a tightrope, you gotta learn to balance.
Gavin Banek: How can you live like that?
Stephen Delano: I can live with myself… because at the end of the day I think I do more good than harm… what other standard have I got to judge by?
Adult Pi Patel: Faith is a house with many rooms.
Writer: But no room for doubt?
Adult Pi Patel: Oh plenty, on every floor. Doubt is useful, it keeps faith a living thing. After all, you cannot know the strength of your faith until it is tested.
Adult Pi Patel: I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.
2013/2/6 â”€ Moneyball / é”çƒ â”€
Peter Brand: [Sleeping. His phone rings, waking him up] Hello?
Billy Beane: Pete? It’s Billy Beane.
Peter Brand: Wh-what time is it?
Billy Beane: I don’t know. Pete, would you have drafted me in the first round?
Peter Brand: What?
Billy Beane: After we talked, you looked me up. Would you have drafted me in the first round?
Peter Brand: Yeah, I did. You-you were pretty good.
Billy Beane: Cut the crap, Pete. Would you have drafted me in the first round?
Peter Brand: I would have picked you in the 9th round. No signing bonus. I think that would have convinced you to accept that scholarship.
Billy Beane: Pack your bags, Pete. I just bought you from the Cleveland Indians.
Peter Brand: There is an epidemic failure within the game to understand what is really happening. And this leads people who run Major League Baseball teams to misjudge their players and mismanage their teams. I apologize.
Billy Beane: Go on.
Peter Brand: Okay. People who run ball clubs, they think in terms of buying players. Your goal shouldn’t be to buy players, your goal should be to buy wins. And in order to buy wins, you need to buy runs. You’re trying to replace Johnny Damon. The Boston Red Sox see Johnny Damon and they see a star who’s worth seven and half million dollars a year. When I see Johnny Damon, what I see is… is… an imperfect understanding of where runs come from. The guy’s got a great glove. He’s a decent leadoff hitter. He can steal bases. But is he worth the seven and half million dollars a year that the Boston Red Sox are paying him? No. No. Baseball thinking is medieval. They are asking all the wrong questions. And if I say it to anybody, I’m-I’m ostracized. I’m-I’m-I’m a leper. So that’s why I’m-I’m cagey about this with you. That’s why I… I respect you, Mr. Beane, and if you want full disclosure, I think it’s a good thing that you got Damon off your payroll. I think it opens up all kinds of interesting possibilities.
Peter Brand: It’s about getting things down to one number. Using the stats the way we read them, we’ll find value in players that no one else can see. People are overlooked for a variety of biased reasons and perceived flaws. Age, appearance, personality. Bill James and mathematics cut straight through that. Billy, of the 20,000 notable players for us to consider, I believe that there is a championship team of twenty-five people that we can afford, because everyone else in baseball undervalues them.
Billy Beane: If you lose the last game of the season, nobody gives a shit.
Billy Beane: I pay you to get on first, not get thrown out at second.
Billy Beane: When your enemy’s making mistakes, don’t interrupt him.
Billy Beane: How can you not get romantic about baseball?
Billy Beane: It’s hard not to be romantic about baseball. This kind of thing, it’s fun for the fans. It sells tickets and hot dogs. Doesn’t mean anything.
Peter Brand: Billy, we just won twenty games in a row.
Billy Beane: And what’s the point?
Peter Brand: We just got the record.
Billy Beane: Man, I’ve been doing this for… listen, man. I’ve been in this game a long time. I’m not in it for a record, I’ll tell you that. I’m not in it for a ring. That’s when people get hurt. If we don’t win the last game of the Series, they’ll dismiss us.
Peter Brand: Billy…
Billy Beane: I know these guys. I know the way they think, and they will erase us. And everything we’ve done here, none of it’ll matter. Any other team wins the World Series, good for them. They’re drinking champagne, they get a ring. But if we win, on our budget, with this team… we’ll have changed the game. And that’s what I want. I want it to mean something.
Billy Beane: [having declined a $12.5 million offer to GM the Red Sox] I made one decision in my life based on money. And I swore I would never do it again.
Elijah Price: It has begun. Tell me something, David. When you woke up this morning… Was it still there? The sadness?
David Dunn: No.
Elijah Price: I think this is where we shake hands.
Elijah Price: [flashback occurs upon shaking] I worked in that building 25 years, I know all its secrets.
David Dunn: Secrets?
Elijah Price: Like, if there ever was a fire on floors 1, 2 or 3, everyone in that hotel would be burned alive.
[after flashbacks end]
Elijah Price: You know what the scariest thing is? To not know your place in this world. To not know why you’re here… That’s… That’s just an awful feeling.
David Dunn: What have you done…?
Elijah Price: I almost gave up hope. There were so many times I questioned myself…
David Dunn: You killed all those people…
Elijah Price: But I found you. So many sacrifices, just to find you.
David Dunn: Jesus Christ…
Elijah Price: Now that we know who you are, I know who I am. I’m not a mistake! It all makes sense! In a comic, you know how you can tell who the arch-villain’s going to be? He’s the exact opposite of the hero. And most times they’re friends, like you and me! I should’ve known way back when… You know why, David? Because of the kids. They called me Mr Glass.
Paul: Sometimes you just gotta roll the dice.
Tony Stark: I’m Tony Stark. I build neat stuff, got a great girl, occasionally save the world. So why can’t I sleep?
Argo fuck yourself!
Barney Ross: Rest in pieces.
Easterhase: [to Smiley] Things aren’t always what they seem.
George Smiley: We’re not so different, you and I. We’ve both spent our lives looking for the weakness in one another’s systems. Don’t you think it’s time to recognize there is as little worth on your side as there is on mine?
Bill Haydon: It’s become so ugly…
Florence Cathcart: Without Science, people don’t believe in nothing; they believe in anything.
Jack Reacher: Look out the window. Tell me what you see. You see the same things that you see everyday. Well, imagine you’ve never seen it. Imagine you spent your whole life in other parts of the world, being told everyday that you’re defending freedom. Then you finally decide you’ve had enough. Time to see what you’ve given up your whole life for, everything. Get some of that “freedom” for yourself. Look at the people. You tell me which ones are free. Free from debt. Anxiety. Stress. Fear. Failure. Indignity. Betrayal. How many wish that they were born knowing what they know now? Ask yourself how many would do things the same way over again, and how many would live their lives like me.
Tiffany: I was a slut. There will always be a part of me that is dirty and sloppy, but I like that, just like all the other parts of myself. I can forgive. Can you say the same for yourself, fucker? Can you forgive? Are you capable of that?
Pat: The only way you can beat my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself. Thank you. I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck.
2014/6/21 â”€ Conspiracy Theory / çµ•å‘½å¤§åæ“Š
Sometimes it is the people who no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine.
2015/3/29 â”€ Malavita (The Family) / é»‘å¹«è¿½æ®ºä»¤