Bob FlagQuotes

Winston Smith: [admiring a woman who sings a Party-made prole song] She's beautiful.

Julia: She's a metre across the hips, easily.

Winston Smith: That's her style of beauty. The future is hers. We are the dead.

Julia: We are the dead.

Big Brother: You are the dead.

Big Brother: Remain exactly where you are. Make no move until you are ordered.

Julia: Now they can see us.

Big Brother: Now we can see you. Clasp your hands behind your head. Stand back to back. Do not touch one another.

Winston Smith: The house is surrounded.

Big Brother: The house is surrounded.

Julia: I suppose we may as well say good-bye.

Big Brother: [[w:Oranges and Lemons|Here comes a candle to light you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!] You may as well say good-bye. While we are on the subject, "]

Big Brother: [images of protesters appear; a crowd chants "Eurasia, Eurasia."; Image of Goldstein appears] This is our land --- a land of peace, and of plenty; a land of harmony and hope. This is our land: Oceania. These are our people: the workers, the strivers, the builders. These are our people --- the builders of our world, struggling, fighting, bleeding, dying --- on the streets of our cities, and on the far-flung battlefields, fighting against the mutilation of our hopes and dreams. Who are they? They are the dark armies --- the dark, murdering armies of Eurasia. In the barren deserts of Africa and India, in the oceans of Australasia, courage, strength, and youth are sacrificed --- sacrificed to barbarians whose only honour is atrocity. But even as we grasp at victory, there is a cancer, an evil tumour, growing, spreading in our midst. Shout. Shout! SHOUT OUT HIS NAME!