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Jude: Doesn't really matter, you know, what kind of nasty names people invent for the music. But, uh, folk music is just a word, you know, that I can't use anymore. What I'm talking about is traditional music, right, which is to say it's mathematical music, it's based on hexagons. But all these songs about, you know, roses growing out of people's brains and lovers who are really geese and swans are turning into angels – I mean, you know, they're not going to die. They're not folk music songs. They're political songs. They're already dead. You'd think that these traditional music people would – would gather that mystery, you know, is a traditional fact, you know, seeing as they're all so full of mystery.

Keenan Jones: And contradictions.

Jude: Yeah, contradictions.

Keenan Jones: And chaos.

Jude: Yes, it's chaos, clocks, and watermelons – you know, it's – it's everything. These people actually think I have some kind of, uh, fantastic imagination. It gets very, uh … lonesome. But traditional music is just, uh … it's too unreal to die. It doesn't need to be protected. You know, I mean, in that music is the only true valid death you can feel today, you know, off a record player. But like everything else in great demand, people try to own it. Has to do with, like, uh, the purity thing. I think its meaninglessness is holy. Everybody knows I'm not a folk singer.

Jude: Feeling deeply, that's what this is about? What precisely, please do tell, am I supposed to be feeling, huh?

Keenan Jones: I'm simply referring to standard emotions – pain, remorse, love.

Jude: Yeah, I have none of those feelings.

Jude: Whoa, look at all these medicines! Hey man, what are those?

Man at Party: Mandy's, make you sleep.

Jude: Sleep? I don't need sleep. Sleep is for dreamers.

Reporter: Jude! One word for your fans?

Jude: Ocelot.

Dr. Randall Mindy: I don't feel so good.

Brie Evantee: Alright, so I think what we'll do, we'll go to commercial break...

Dr. Randall Mindy: No, please, please Brie. Don't cut away. Let me say something

Jack Bremmer: You came to the right place, because on this show, we like to say things...

Dr. Randall Mindy: [[bleep] Would you please, just stop being so pleasant? I'm sorry, but not everything needs to sound so goddamn clever or charming or likeable all the time. Sometimes we need to just be able to say things to one another. We need to hear things! Look, let's establish, once again, that there is a huge comet headed towards Earth. And the reason we know that there is a comet is because we saw it. We saw it with our own eyes using a telescope. I mean, for God's sake, we took a fucking picture of it! What other proof do we need? And if we can't all agree at the bare minimum that a giant comet the size of Mount Everest, hurtling its way towards planet Earth is not a fucking good thing, then what the hell happened to us? I mean, my God, how do-- How do we even talk to each other? What've we... What've we done to ourselves? How do we fix it? We should have deflected this comet when we had the fucking chance, but we didn't do it. I don't know why we didn't do it. And now they're actually firing scientists like me for speaking out, for opposing them. And I'm sure many of the people out there aren't even gonna listen to what I just said cause they have their own political ideology, but I... .I assure you, I am not on one side or the other. I'm just telling you the fucking truth.

Brie Evantee: I-I think this would be a good time to establish that Isherwell and the president have both said that there's benefits to be...

Dr. Randall Mindy: Right, well, the president of the United States. Is fucking. Lying! Look I'm just like all of you. I hope to God, I hope to... God that this president knows what she's doing. I hope she's got us all taken care of, but the truth is... I think, this whole administration, has completely. Lost. Their fucking mind! And I think. We're all. Gonna die!

Claptrap: [''Lilith wakes up after surviving a grenade blast thrown by Tiny Tina with Claptrap wheeling around whooping and scatting energetically, stops when they make eye contact''] I'm dancing because... you're alive! Not because I thought you were dead!

Lilith: Heartwarming. Where are the others?

Claptrap: They found a truck in the village and left... without me!

Lilith: What village?

Claptrap: [''Pokes a contemplating Lilith''; ''Laughs''; [w:rigor mortis|had rigor mortis] Whoa. Sorry. I thought for a moment there you ]. It was a really nice moment. I'll treasure it always. Also, I scavenged the final parts I needed from a dead transformer, and fixed the thing you so recklessly destroyed.

Lilith: [''Claptrap holds up a flashing device and hands it to you''] You didn't press this did you?

Claptrap: [''Lilith walks away, mimics Lilith's voice''; ''In normal voice''] I did not. I can crush it again if you'd like. "Oh, thank you Claptrap, you're indispensible". Thank you, Lilith, your praise warms my soul.

Lilith: I have something you'll never have.

Atlas: What's that ?

Lilith: Enough.

Lilith: [''Surveying derelict playground''; ''Flashbacks reveal Lilith's mother running away with her from a Psychos attack''] I know this place.

Lilith: So much for you zero percent.

Lilith: Buy your kid some dance lessons.

Lilith: That ... I think is what peace sounds like.

Lilith: Don't worry. You won't be lonely down here.

Lilith: I'm a bounty hunter, not a baby sitter.

Lilith: Is there any way out of here that doesn't involve garbage?

Lilith: We're gonna need some wheels.

Lilith: I'm a bit old, I think, to be setting myself on fire for your amusement.

Jasmine: Oh, for Christ sake! What's wrong with your self-esteem?! There's a world of men out there who never think about ripping the phone out of the wall!

Ginger: Hey, leave him alone. You're always picking on him.

Jasmine: No, you choose losers, okay? Because that's what you think you deserve. And that's why your living like this and that's why you'll never have a better life.

Ginger: [tearfully] I'm.. I'm living... I'm living like this! Because you married the biggest loser of all! And went your own sweet way! While he pissed away my one big chance to make a better life!

Danny: As disillusioned as I was with him, I hated you more.

Jasmine: The moment I did what I did, I regretted it.

Danny: I don't wanna discuss it. It's past. It's over. You can't take back that phone call.

Jasmine: I need you, Danny.

Danny: I don't wanna see you, Jasmine. I want the past past. I've become a different person, thanks to my wife. I'm off drugs. Just please, don't spoil everything. Just get out of my life so I can move on.

Dwight: Of course we can't get married! You lied to me!

Jasmine: Oh no!

Dwight: Up and down the line!

Jasmine: No, no, no! I wanted to tell you the truth! I just didn't wanna ruin everything!

Dwight: What?! Are you delusional?! Didn't you think I'd eventually find out?! What were you thinking?!

Jasmine: I don't know what I was thinking! I don't know! That everything happened in the past! You and I loved each other and get married--

Dwight: And what?! And what?! That it would just vanish?! Didn't you think that I would find out, if not today, or immediately eventually? Like after we were married? Or is that what you wanted? That you'd wait until it was too late?!

Jasmine: [bitterly] Too late for what?! For your future plans where you needed the appropriate wife?!

Dwight: I'm not saying that it would've been an issue, but that you could stand by and deceive me until I married you!

Jasmine: [bitterly] Oh, no, no, no, you mean till I trapped you, is what you mean.

Dwight: Your ethical behavior is equal to your ex-husband.

Jasmine: I wasn't deceiving you when I said I loved you.

Dwight: God, I found out by chance! It was just by sheer chance!

Jasmine: [begins mumbling to herself] Okay, if it's over, it's over. I get it. You're not marrying me. I brought everything on myself. I've only got myself to blame. I did it to myself, as usual. As usual. You and your stupid little French whore.

Dwight: [confused] I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm taking you home.

Jasmine: Let me out of the car. Let me out of the car.

Dwight: Don't be ridiculous.

Jasmine: Can you just - can you just please let me out of the car.

Dwight: But how are you gonna get home?

Jasmine: I'm not going home. Can you let me out of the car. Let me out of the car!

Jasmine: Oh! That's... sudden.

Dwight: What's your reaction?

Jasmine: My reaction is you can do it again if you want.

Chili: She doesn’t care about you! She’s a phony!

Jasmine: Can you please not fight in here? I don’t think I can take it. For some reason my Xanax isn’t kicking in.

Matthew: Mom said you started screaming in the street.

Jasmine: Anxiety, nightmares and a nervous breakdown, there's only so many traumas a person can withstand until they take to the streets and start screaming.

Dr. Flicker: Have you ever gotten high on nitrous oxide?

Jasmine: No.

Dr. Flicker: It would remove your inhibitions.

Jasmine: I don't really have any inhibitions.

Ginger: You think Al is a step up from Chili?

Jasmine: Anybody is a step up from Chili.

Hal: So what do you think?

Jasmine: I love it! You shouldn't spoil me so.

Hal: Well why not? Who else am I going to spoil?

Chili: Ginger said you had a nervous breakdown.

Jasmine: Well, she tends to be quite dramatic.

Chili: Said you were in the street, talking to yourself.

Jasmine: You know, I don't think that this is any of your business.

Chili: No, but since I'm marrying her, we don't have any secrets between us.

Chili: Well how long you planning on staying with Ginger?

Jasmine: No one wants to get out of here as fast as I do.

Chili: [offended] I'm sure. This is a big comedown from what you're used to.

Jasmine: The flight was bumpy, the food was awful. I mean, you'd think, first class...

Ginger: I thought you said you were broke.

Jasmine: [pause] Well, yes. I'm tapped out. Really, I mean the government took everything.

Ginger: [pause] Well, you look great.

Jasmine: Oh, now who's lying!

Katharine Hepburn: Well, if you're deaf, you must own up to it. Get a hearing aid, or see my father. He's an urologist, but it's all tied up inside the body, don't you find?

Howard: Mmm.

Katharine: Me, I keep healthy. I take seven showers a day to keep clean, also because I'm so vulgarly referred to as "outdoors-y." Well, I'm not "outdoors-y," I'm athletic. I sweat! There it is, now we both know the sordid truth: I sweat, and you're deaf. Aren't we a fine pair of misfits?

Katharine Hepburn: There's too much Howard Hughes in Howard Hughes. That's the trouble.

Katharine Hepburn: Can't you eat ice cream out of a bowl like everyone else in the world?!

Katharine Hepburn: [[Charles Darwin|Darwin] Ha! Men can't be friends with women. They must possess them or leave them be. It's a primitive urge from caveman days. It's all in ]: Hunt the flesh, kill the flesh, eat the flesh. That's the male sex all over.

Katharine Hepburn: You see, Howard, we're not like everyone else. Too many acute angles. Too many... eccentricities. We have to be very careful not to let people in or they'll make us into freaks.

Katharine Hepburn: Do your worst, Mr. Hughes!

Sheba Hart: [slaps Barbara; slaps Barbara again] What you say about me, about Richard - you're not fit to shine his shoes. And Ben, and Polly, that I'd be happier without them. Why did you do it? Because I didn't help you collect your cat? You've cost me my family!

Barbara Covett: No, no, take some responsibility! I gave you EXACTLY what you wanted! You'd still be stuck in that marriage without me.

Sheba Hart: What?

Barbara Covett: You can't accept it yet, but...

Sheba Hart: You think I wanted to be here with you?

Barbara Covett: You need me, I'm your friend!

Sheba Hart: You put me in prison, I could get TWO years!

Barbara Covett: They'll fly by! I'll visit you every week! We've so much life to live together!

Sheba Hart: [[Virginia Woolf|Virginia frigging Woolf] You think this is a love affair? A relationship? What, sticky gold stars, and - and a strand of my hair? And a receipt from Pizza Express? It's a flat in the Archway Road and you think you're ]! And where did you get my hair? Did you pluck it from the bath with some special fucking tweezers?

Barbara Covett: You know it's rude to read a person's diary, it's private!

Sheba Hart: We're not companions! We're not friends! You don't even like me!

Barbara Covett: That's not true, I only have tender feelings for you, only love!

Sheba Hart: You're barking, fucking mad. You don't know how to love. You have never, your whole life. Me, Jennifer Dodd. You're nothing but waste and disappointment! You bitter old virgin. You're lonely for a reason. They loathed you at school, all of them. I was the idiot who bothered, but only because no one told me you're a fucking vampire! So what is it, Bar? You want to roll around the floor like lovers? You want to fuck me, Barbara?

Barbara Covett: Please don't diminish our...

Sheba Hart: Our WHAT? What?

Barbara Covett: Give it back. I know you! Selfish and vain, you think you have a divine right! You don't belong in the world, you belong here! You big baby!

Barbara Covett: [voiceover] By the time I took my seat in the Gods, the opera was well into its final act.

Richard Hart: You're his teacher!

Sheba Hart: And you were mine! I'm not justifying. I'm not trying to justify it...

Richard Hart: You are so full of shit! It's totally different. You were twenty!

Sheba Hart: He's sixteen in May. He's not some innocent...

Richard Hart: Of course he's innocent! He's fucking fifteen! Are you insane? If you meant to destroy us, why not do it with an adult? That's the convention, it's worked for centuries!

Richard Hart: Excuse me. Could one of you tell me what's going on? Is this some kind of coven?

Barbara Covett: I can explain perfectly. Would you like me to?

Sheba Hart: No. It's just that Barbara's had some very bad news about her cat.

Richard Hart: My condolences. Poor, poor pussy. Can I have my wife back, please?

Barbara Covett: I don't like your tone.

Richard Hart: Why is she always here? What kind of fucking spell has she cast on you?

Barbara Covett: Well, that's when you should've stopped it.

Sheba Hart: I did! I told him I wouldn't teach him any more. But he refused to accept it, he just kept coming back. It began to feel like our secret, and well, secrets can be... seductive.

Sheba Hart: I hadn't been pursued like this for years... I knew it was wrong, and immoral, and completely ridiculous, but, I don't know. I just allowed it to happen.

Barbara Covett: The boy is fifteen!

Sheba Hart: But he's quite mature for his age!

Sheba Hart: When you started teaching, didn't you want to give them a real education to help overcome... the poverty of their backgrounds?

Barbara Covett: Oh yes, of course. But one soon learns that teaching is crowd control. We're a branch of the social services.

Sue Hodge: Console yourself with the gems. That's when it's satisfying. Then you can make a real difference.

Barbara Covett: The rest is just cattle-prod and pray.

Sheba Hart: [to Barbara] This is going to sound sick, but something in me felt... entitled. You know, I've been good all my adult life. I've been a decent wife, a dutiful mother coping with Ben. This voice inside me kept saying "why shouldn't you be bad, why shouldn't you transgress? I mean, you've earned the right.

Olga Metkina: You have a child?

Lydia Tár: Yes.

Olga Metkina: I will never do that!

Lydia Tár: Pets are best for some people.

Lydia Tár: [Referring to Mahler's Adagietto Symphony 5] And this piece was not born into aching tragedy. It was born into young love.

Adam Gopnik: And so you chose...

Lydia Tár: Love.

Adam Gopnik: Right, but precisely how long?

Lydia Tár: Well, seven minutes!

Max: You're a fucking bitch.

Lydia Tár: And you are a robot.

Lydia Tár: Is there something wrong with the water?

Cirio: No. There are crocodiles.

Lydia Tár: Oh. I didn't think they'd be this far inland.

Cirio: [[Marlon Brando] They escaped from a ] movie.

Lydia Tár: Wow. That was a long time ago.

Cirio: They survived.

Lydia Tár: It is always the question that involves the listener, never the answer.

Lydia Tár: It's my score! You fucking, little nothing!

Lydia Tár: There's no glory for a robot, Eliot. Do your own thing!

Lydia Tár: The problem with enrolling yourself as an ultrasonic epistemic dissident is that if Bach's talent can be reduced to his gender, birth country, religion, sexuality, and so on, then so can yours. Now, some day, Max, when you go out into the world, and you guest conduct for a major or minor orchestra, you may notice that the players have more than light bulbs and music on their stands. They will also have been handed rating sheets - the purpose of which is to rate you. Now, what kind of criteria would you hope that they use to do this? Your score reading and stick technique, or something else?

Lydia Tár: You want to dance the mask, you must service the composer. You gotta sublimate yourself, your ego, and, yes, your identity. You must, in fact, stand in front of the public and God and obliterate yourself.

Lydia Tár: Don't be so eager to be offended. The narcissism of small differences leads to the most boring kind of conformity.

Carol Aird: Do you hate me, Therese?

Carol Aird: I wish I… Have you h… heard something?

Abby Gerhard: From Therese? No. She must have started her job at the Times, though.

Carol Aird: [takes a deep drag on cigarette] I should have said, "Therese — wait.

Therese Belivet: [the morning after they first made love] What town is this again?

Carol Aird: [laughs] This? Waterloo. Isn't that awful?

Carol Aird: [leans down and kisses Therese] You're trembling.

Therese Belivet: No, don't. I want to see you.

Carol Aird: Happy New Year.

Therese Belivet: Happy New Year.

Carol Aird: Harge and I never spend New Year's Eve together. Always a business function. Always clients to entertain.

Therese Belivet: [pause] I always spend New Year's alone. In crowds. I'm not alone this year.

McKinley Motel Manager: Our standard rooms come equipped with stereophonic console radios, or we do have the Presidential Suite available for a very attractive rate.

Carol Aird: Two standard rooms should be fine.

Therese Belivet: [Carol turns to look at Therese] Why not take the Presidential Suite? I mean, if the rate's attractive.

Carol Aird: You miss Richard?

Therese Belivet: No. I haven't thought about him all day. Or of home, really.

Carol Aird: I'm going away for a while.

Therese Belivet: When? Where?

Carol Aird: [looks directly at Therese] Wherever my car will take me. West. Soon. And I thought... perhaps you might like to come with me. Would you?

Therese Belivet: [looks directly at Carol] Yes. Yes, I would.

Abby Gerhard: Tell me you know what you're doing.

Carol Aird: [she looks at Abby and smiles slyly] I don't. I never did.

Abby Gerhard: I got my eye on this redhead who owns a steak house outside of Paramus. I'm talking serious Rita Hayworth redhead.

Carol Aird: Really? You think you got what it takes to handle a redhead?

Therese Belivet: [on telephone] I wanna know. I think. I mean, I wanna ask you things. But I'm not sure that you want that.

Carol Aird: [crying] Ask me. Things. Please.

Harge Aird: What are you gonna do? Are you going to stay here with Abby over Christmas? You're going to stay with the shopgirl in there? Huh? What are you gonna do Carol? Huh? What is the plan?

Carol Aird: Stop it.

Harge Aird: Dammit. I put nothing past women like you, Carol.

Carol Aird: You married a woman like me.

Carol Aird: Were those pictures of me you were taking at the tree lot?

Therese Belivet: I'm sorry. I should have asked.

Carol Aird: Don't apologize.

Therese Belivet: I've just been trying to... well, I have a friend who told me I should be more interested in humans.

Carol Aird: And how's that going?

Therese Belivet: [smiling as she replies] It's going well, actually.

Carol Aird: What you do on Sundays?

Therese Belivet: Nothing in particular. What do you do?

Carol Aird: Nothing lately. Maybe you'd like to come visit me some time. You're welcome to. At least there's some pretty country around where I live. Would you like to come visit me this Sunday?

Therese Belivet: [responds without hesitation] Yes.

Carol Aird: What a strange girl you are.

Therese Belivet: Why?

Carol Aird: Flung out of space.

Carol Aird: And do you live alone, Therese Belivet?

Therese Belivet: I do. Well, there's Richard, he'd like to live with me. Oh no, it's nothing like that, I mean he'd like to marry me.

Carol Aird: [staring at Therese] I see... And would you like to marry him?

Therese Belivet: Well, I barely even know what to order for lunch.

Therese Belivet: So I'm sure you thought it was a man who sent you back your gloves.

Carol Aird: I did. Thought it might be the man in the ski department.

Therese Belivet: I'm sorry.

Carol Aird: No, I'm delighted. I doubt very much if I'd have gone to lunch with him.

Carol Aird: So what kind of name is Belivet?

Therese Belivet: It's Czech. It's changed. Originally....

Carol Aird: It's very original.

Therese Belivet: Well.

Carol Aird: And your first name?

Therese Belivet: Therese.

Carol Aird: Terez. Not Ter-eeza.

Therese Belivet: No.

Carol Aird: [pronounces name slowly and deliberately] Therese Belivet. That's lovely.

Carol Aird: [to Waiter] I'll have the creamed spinach over poached eggs. And a dry martini with an olive.

Therese Belivet: Um... I'll have the same.

Waiter: The meal or the drink?

Therese Belivet: Um... All of it. Thank you.

Carol Aird: [considers purchasing model train set] Do you ship?

Therese Belivet: Special delivery. You could have it in two or three days. We'll even assemble it for you.

Carol Aird: Well. That's that. Sold.

Carol Aird: [hands Frankenberg's salesgirl (Therese) a slip of paper] I wonder if you might help me find this doll for my daughter.

Therese Belivet: Bright Betsy. Oh, she cries. And wets herself.

Carol Aird: [puts on coat, preparing to leave attorney's office] I'm no martyr. I have no clue what is best for me. But I do know, and I feel it in my bones, what is best for my daughter. Now, I want visits with her, Harge. I don't care if they're supervised. I just want them to be regular. There was a time when I would have done almost anything. I would have locked myself away to keep Rindy with me. What use am I to her, to us, if I'm living against my own grain?

Carol Aird: Now what happened with Therese — I wanted. And I will not deny it.

Carol Aird: [letter to Therese VO] Please believe that I would do anything to see you happy. So, I do the only thing I can — I release you.

Carol Aird: I took what you gave willingly. It's not your fault, Therese.

Carol Aird: [to Therese when they pause to look at each other during sex for the first time] My angel. Flung out of space.

Carol Aird: [to Therese, admiring her nude body] I never looked like that.

Carol Aird: Just when you think it can't get any worse, you run out of cigarettes.

Irina Spalko: [Right before she gets consumed by the knowledge] I want to know.

Irina Spalko: [Right before trying to push his truck off a cliff] Do svidaniya, Dr. Jones.

Irina Spalko: So we will do this- what is expression? Old-fashion way. You will tell us.

Irina Spalko: And what I do not know, I find out.

Irina Spalko: [To Mutt while they are dueling] You fight like a young man; eager to begin, quick to finish!

Irina Spalko: And where is it you would imagine I am from, Dr. Jones?

Nick Falzone: [Finds Connie crying in the living room] What is it?

Connie Falzone: Sit down, Nick. I've been explaining to the kids what it means that daddy... won't be around anymore.

Nick Falzone: [drops bouquet] Hey... hey, hey Connie. Wait a minute, Connie... Connie, do you even want to hear my side of this?

Connie Falzone: What's your side of my father dying...?

Hela: You see, I'm not a queen, or a monster... I'm the Goddess of Death. Tell me, Brother: What were you the God of, again?

Hela: [''Awaits an answer''] Does no-one remember me? Has no-one been taught our history? Look at these lies. Goblets and garden parties? Peace treaties? Odin... proud to have it... ashamed of how he got it. We were unstoppable. I was his weapon in the conquest that built Asgard's empire. One by one, the realms became ours. But then, simply because my ambition outgrew his... he banished me. Caged me. Locked me away like an animal. Before that, Asgard's warriors were honored, their bodies buried as heroes beneath this very place.

Hela: [Beating Thor in their duel; She slashes her sword across Thor's face, cutting out his right eye, then winces] So simple, even a blind man could see it! Ooh. Now you remind me of Dad.

Hela: [Duelling to the death with Thor; ...] To be honest, I expected more! Here's the difference between us. I'm Odin's firstborn, the rightful heir, the saviour of Asgard... and you're nothing!

Hela: I am Hela, Odin's firstborn, commander of the legions of Asgard, the rightful heir to the throne and the Goddess of Death. My father is dead. As are the princes. You're welcome.

Galadriel: Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the Light of Eärendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

Galadriel: For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.

Galadriel: Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East — whispers of a nameless fear.

Galadriel: History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge.

Galadriel: In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged, in secret, a Master Ring to control all others. And into this Ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all.

Galadriel: The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.