Billy CrudupQuotes

Jim Wilkinson: [[John McCain] (watching Paulson's conversation with ]) He's not... threatening the Republican Presidential nominee, is he?

Nancy Pelosi: (when Paulson kneels down in front of her) Hank, I didn't know you were Catholic.

Michele Davis: They almost bring down the U.S. economy as we know it, but we can't put restrictions on how they spend the $125 billion we're giving them because... they might not take it?

Timothy Geithner: I'm on the Street, Hank, and people are just going about their business. They have no idea the whole thing is about to fall down.

Congressman Barney Frank: (reviewing the first draft of TARP) It's all for the banks. You don't want a penny for the average Joe that's about to lose his house?

Fielding Pierce: I am so sick of having to apologize for being an American.

Father Stephen Mileski: North American.

Fielding Pierce: Uh, God, I'm so sorry. Yes, North American. But I can't help noticing that when people run to freedom they tend to wash up on North American shores. This country is still the best that we've been able to do in the whole fucking history of the planet.

Sarah Williams: You, um, still haven't told ,e how you got the idea you wanted to be a senator.

Fielding Pierce: That's not actually what I want. I want to be the President.

Fielding Pierce: Why are you smiling?

Sarah Williams: Because you mean it.

Sarah Williams: It is so infuriating loving you sometimes!

Fielding Pierce: Well, the feeling's mutual.

Fielding Pierce: I risk throwing away everything that I've worked for. This way eventually, I can make some real substantial changes without throwing away my life on some ultimately meaningless gesture.

Sarah Williams: Sometimes, meaningless gestures are all we have.

Sarah Williams: I don't want to watch you turn into a cog in their machine.

Fielding Pierce: That's so fucking condescending. Sometimes cogs can make machines run a little but better.

Sarah Williams: Sometimes yes. Mostly they turn in circles and wear out. Then they get replaced.

Sarah Williams: Our lives have taken us so far apart now. It seems wrong to think we belong together.

Fielding Pierce: But I think it.

Sarah Williams: I do too. I think I know why.

Fielding Pierce: Why?

Sarah Williams: Because it's what we want. But... so few people get what they want. And the ones they do aren't really the lucky ones anyway.

Fielding Pierce: They're not? Who are?

Sarah Williams: The ones that do what they are meant to.

Danny Pierce: Remember what Sarah used to say? Sarah Williams. You do remember Sarah, don't you?

Fielding Pierce: Go fuck yourself.

Danny Pierce: I know you do. She'd see some junkie on the street and people just walking by, nobody even noticing, but she'd see him and she'd say, "How do you know that's not Jesus?

Sarah Williams: You can't be everything to me.

Fielding Pierce: I want to be.

Sarah Williams: Oh, dear. I love that you said that.

Sarah Williams: Ambition is... the ice on the lake of emotion.

Fielding Pierce: Who said that?

Sarah Williams: I did.

Fielding Pierce: The thing about Harvard for somebody from the working class like us - we come from a working class background - is a terrible sense of isolation, of aloneness there.

Fielding Pierce: There's something that I think I should tell you all. I'm not feeling very well. And I haven't been for a while. Something inside me has jumped the track. I'm confused. I'm not thinking right. I'm not sleeping right. And I- Just don't think I am complaining about this or asking for your help. Because there's nothing anyone can do about it. It's just happened and that's all there is to it. But I don't know what I'm going to say from one minute to the next. I really don't. I don't know what I'm going to say and I don't know what I'm going to do. Do you understand that? And I know this is coming at a bad time for everyone but there's nothing I can do about that. I'm tired and I'm- I don't see things the way that I used to. Everything, everything, everything is fucking strange and it's all completely out of control and I'm frightened. And maybe if you all could give me some real help, you know? That would be- And not your pity or generosity but some help; Take a look at me. I know that I am ruining everything but I can't- If I don't say this now I may never say it. Everything is going very fast. It's going very, very fast. It's completely out of control. And if I don't say it today, tomorrow may be too late. I may be too crazy to even know how crazy I am. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. Something has happened to me and I'm very lost. And it doesn't stop. It's not getting better. I don't get better. I'm not getting better. It's just going on and it's going on. And there's nothing that I can do about it. It's not stopping. It's not stopping.

Fielding Pierce: I'm in this whole fucking room by myself, and I'm choking on the collective sense of superiority.

Jesse Fletcher: You brought me here to legitimize this experiment, and there's nothing legitimate about this place, Phil.

Dr. Philip Zimbardo: You're right. You're right. I didn't explain it well. Prisons they represent a loss of freedom literally and symbolically.

Jesse Fletcher: Yeah, but that does not explain why they're wearing dresses. They're wearing dresses, Phil.

Dr. Philip Zimbardo: Yes, I understand. Uh, we're trying to strip away their individuality. Make them uniform. Feminize them.

Jesse Fletcher: Feminize them?

Dr. Philip Zimbardo: Yes. Feminize them. Take away all the things that make them them. You see we're trying to understand how an institution affects an individual's behavior. We're trying to do something... We're trying to do something good.

Dr. Philip Zimbardo: This experiment... is over.

Coed: You know, I'm engaged.

Jacey Holt: So am I.

Coed: You are?

Jacey Holt: Sure, I'm engaged in conversation with you

Narrator/Older Doug: I was in awe of his success with women. Just the thought of Eleanor Abbott conjured up images of absolute debauchery in my mind. After a while, I didn't see Jacey lying beneath her on the old sofa in the garage, I saw me.

Jacey Holt: You look like a clown. He looks like a clown, mom, and he doesn't even know it. I thought you weren't going to the party.

Doug Holt: I changed my mind.

Helen Holt: Doug, you do realize that you maybe the only person in this party with artificial sideburns.

William Miller: [Finally getting his interview with Russell] So Russell... what do you love about music?

Russell Hammond: To begin with...everything.

Russell Hammond: [as their plane is struggling to stay in the air] If something should happen. maybe I never said this enough, I love all of you.

Dennis Hope: I once hit a man in Dearborn, Michigan. A hit and run. I hit him and just kept on going. I don't know if he's alive or dead; but, I'm sorry. Not a day goes by I don't see his face.

Leslie: Oh my God!

Dick Roswell: Look, I love you all too. You're like a family to me. Especially since Marna left me. And listen, fellas, I just want you to know, if I took an extra dollar or two here and there, it's because I knew I'd earned it.

Russell Hammond: Yeah. I slept with Marna, Dick.

Jeff Bebe: I did too.

Larry Fellows: I waited until you broke up with her, Dick. But me too.

Jeff Bebe: [to Russell] I also slept with Leslie, when you were fighting.

Russell Hammond: [to Leslie] You slept with Jeff?

Leslie: Yeah, but it didn't count. It was the summer we decided to be free of all rules!

Russell Hammond: [to Jeff] And you say you love me!

Jeff Bebe: I don't love you, man. I never did. None of us love you. You act above us. You always have.

Larry Fellows: Finally, the truth.

Jeff Bebe: You just held it over us, like you might leave. Like we're lucky to be with you. And we had to live with it, man. I had to live with you, and now I might die with you, and it's not fucking fair!

Russell Hammond: Please, enough!

Jeff Bebe: And I'm still in love with you, Leslie.

Leslie: Oh, I don't wanna hear any more. Shut up, Jeffrey!

Dick Roswell: Jeffrey, It's all happening.

Russell Hammond: What the fuck! Whatever happens, Bebe, you're dead.

Jeff Bebe: Don't be self-righteous, Russell. Not now, man. You were sleeping with Penny, that fucking groupie, last summer up until yesterday. Why don't you tell Leslie that?

Russell Hammond: Shut up!

Dennis Hope: I quit!

Russell Hammond: I'm gonna kill you!

Dennis Hope: I quit!

William Miller: That groupie"? She was a Band-Aid! All she did was love your band. And you used her, all of you! You used her and threw her away! She almost died last night while you were with Bob Dylan. You guys, you're always talking about the fans, the fans, the fans; she was your biggest fan, and you threw her away! And if you can't see that, that's your biggest problem. And I love her! I love her!

Russell Hammond: [calling out to William from a rooftop, overlooking a crowd surrounding a pool] And you can tell Rolling Stone magazine that my last words were... I'm on drugs!

William Miller: Russell! I think we should work on those last words!

Russell Hammond: [A few people clap.; The crowd cheers.] I got it, I got it. This is better. Last words: I dig music. I'm on drugs!

William Miller: [on the phone with his mother, Elaine] I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm flying back on Monday morning. I'll only miss one test. I'll make it up.

Russell Hammond: Tell her you're a slave to the groove. You can't help it!

William Miller: [to Russell; Russell reaches for the phone; Russell grabs the phone.] No. No, Russell... Russell, no!

Russell Hammond: [Elaine says nothing.] Hi, Mom, it's Russell Hammond! I play guitar in Stillwater. It's my fault. How does it feel to be the mother of the future of rock journalism?... Hello? You've got a great kid. Nothing to worry about. We're taking care of him. And you should come to a show some time — join the circus!

Elaine: Listen to me: your charm doesn't work on me. I'm onto you. Of course you like him.

Russell Hammond: Well, yeah.

Elaine: He worships you people! And that's fine with you, as long as he helps make you rich.

Russell Hammond: Rich? I don't think so—

Elaine: Listen to me. He's a smart, good hearted, 15-year-old kid with infinite potential. This is not some apron-wearing mother you're talking to. I know about your Valhalla of decadence, and I shouldn't have let him go. He is not ready for your world of compromised values and diminished brain cells that you throw away like confetti. Am I speaking clearly to you?

Russell Hammond: [stands up straight] Yes, ma'am.

Elaine: If you break his spirit, harm him in any way, keep him from his chosen profession — which is law, something you may not value, but I do — you will meet the voice on the other end of this telephone, and it will not be pretty. Do we understand each other?

Russell Hammond: Uh, yes, ma'am.

Elaine: [[Johann Wolfgang von Goethe|Goethe; hangs up on Russell, who is speechless] I didn't ask for this role, but I'll play it. Now go do your best. "Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid." ] said that. It's not too late for you to be a person of substance, Russell. Get my son home safely. You know, I'm glad we spoke.

Brassel: I read your brief on Agent Farris. The words you used were "beyond capable". That still stand, Mr. Hunt?

Ethan: Mr. Brassel--

Brassel: Does it stand?

Ethan: Yes, sir, it does.

Brassel: Cause we've got a corpse downstairs that says otherwise. Killed by a detonator implanted in her skull through the nasal cavity.

Ethan: Mr. Brassel, it's unacceptable to judge Agent Farris's competence based on--

Brassel: It's unacceptable that chocolate makes you fat, but I've eaten my share and guess what? Now, I approved Agent Farris surveillance op based on your evaulations, Mr. Hunt, of a woman who allowed herself to be captured. So you go to recover her, you encounter a dozen men, you don't grab any of them?

Ethan: Our objective, Mr. Brassel, was to recover Agent Farris. Davian employs a cellular structure at his organization; the men there more than likely had no information.

Brassel: Who's drawing these conclusions? Is it you?

Musgrave: I am, sir, based upon the--

Brassel: I'm not on you yet! You allowed Farris to board your chopper without a scan; that explosive device could have taken you all out! There is one reason that you are sitting here before me today, and that is luck! Because your operation was poorly conceived, and executed worse!

Musgrave: Two laptops were recovered, I may--

Brassel: I'm aware of that. We've talked to Tech-Services. They doubt if they can reconstitute the drives. "Crispy", I believe is what they called them. Worthless.

Musgrave: Mr. Brassel, as the Operation Manager of this office, I have the authority--

Brassel: [''Gets up and approaches Hunt and Musgrave''; ''Holding a pile of files''; ''chucks a pile of sheets in front of Ethan''; ''chucks another pile in front of him''; ''chucking paper at each instance of the word "provides"''; ''turns to Musgrave''; [w:The Invisible Man|Wells; [w:Invisible Man|Ellison] Excuse me, did you just throw a title at me, Mr. Musgrave? I don't care if your daddy plays golf with the President. This is Intelligence. So far I haven't seen any. You think this op was worth the risk, Mr. Hunt? What do you know about Owen Davian? He was the one who brought Gas Centrifuge technology to Korea, from Pakistan; he was also the man who sold Toxin Five, to the Armahad Republic Jihad. He's a man who provides, provides, provides. And he remains invisible, he's a goddamn invisible man. ], not ], in case you want to be cute again. We can't find him. He knows it. It's emboldened him. I've been trying to bring Davian down since the day that I got here. Do you know what I got for it?

Musgrave: It has never been confirmed that the Toxin Five theft was Davian--

Brassel: [''To Ethan''; [w:I-95|I-95] Mr. Musgrave, please don't interrupt me when I'm asking rhetorical questions. Your operation has achieved one thing: you have reminded Davian that he is winning. And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and inform Mr. and Mrs. Farris that their baby girl was killed in a head-on collision on ].

Musgrave: [[w:Slurpee|Slurpee] Thanks for coming, can't decide what size ] to get.

Ethan: I usually go for the 900-ouncer. (Musgrave sniggers)