Christian BaleQuotes

Arthur Stuart: Softly, he said, "I will mangle your mind".

John Miller: I... lied to you as well. Your two friends who went for the pipa strings, they weren't shot. I'm sorry. I think you already knew.

Yu Mo: Yes. Sometimes, the truth is the last thing we need to hear.

Colonel Hasegawa: Esteemed Father, on behalf of all the officers, I would like to invite your church choir to perform and celebrate with us. This is the official invitation.

Shu: They are asking us to sing at a party tomorrow.

John Miller: This is a very kind invitation, Mr. Hasegawa. However, unfortunately, the children will not be able to attend.

Colonel Hasegawa: Why not?

John Miller: Sir, they're very young. I'm not sure that it is appropriate for them to attend an adults party. As their guardian and protector, that's my responsibility. But we thank you very much.

Colonel Hasegawsa: I am sorry. This is an order from above. I cannot disobey.

John Miller: [[hell] Sir. Please think about the girls. I can see that you are man of culture. Last time you played us a beautiful song, for people far from home. You missed the rivers and hills. Please consider that theirs have been destroyed,they have no home, nothing. They are living in ]. With this invitation, you are asking them to celebrate that. I know that you understand. With respect, sir, I cannot allow that. I think that is...I think that is brutal, sir.

Colonel Hasegawa: Please remember, tomorrow at four in the afternoon, a car will come to pick up the students. I am carrying out military orders.

John Brown: Mr. Hasegawa, you tell me what will happen at these celebrations. Mr. Hasegawa. You said you posted guards for our security. Have you been keeping these girls locked up until these celebrations? The children cannot go. Mr. Hasegawa. Mr. Hasegawa! The children cannot go! The children cannot go!

John Miller: John Miller: Stop! Girls! Girls! Stop! Stop! Stop! This is a house of the Lord! These are children! You are breaking the laws of man and of God! No soldiers here! You have no business being here! I am the priest! And I command you, in the name of the Father to leave now! Girls, you come up here now! Girls, you come up here now! Come up these stairs, and stand behind me. You're honorable men, behave honorably!

Melvin Purvis: Pretty Boy Floyd?

Pretty Boy Floyd: [coughs] Charles Floyd.

Melvin Purvis: Mr. Floyd, you are under arrest.

Pretty Boy Floyd: I'm done for; you've hit me twice.

Melvin Purvis: What keeps you up nights, Mr. Dillinger?

John Dillinger: Coffee.

Malak: What do you think of this?

Moses: [carving the stone tablets] I wouldn't do it if I didn't agree.

Malak: That's true. I've noticed that about you. You don't always agree with me.

Moses: Nor you me, I've noticed.

Malak: Yet here we are, still speaking. But not for much longer. A leader can falter, but stone will endure. These laws will guide them in your stead. If you disagree, you should put down the hammer.

Joshua: [cornered at the Red Sea] Do you even know where we are?

Moses: Yes! We are at a point on the Earth where there is a sea ahead, and an army behind!

Malak: He's given you what you've asked?

Moses: Not yet, but his own people are turning against him.

Malak: And his army?

Moses: It will.

Malak: I disagree. Something worse has to happen.

Moses: I disagree. Anything more would be...

Malak: Would be what? What were you about to say? Cruel? Inhumane?

Moses: It's not easy to see the people who I grew up with suffering this much.

Malak: What about the people you didn't grow up with? What thought did you give to them? You still don't think of them as yours, do you? As long as Rhamses has an army behind him, nothing will change.

Moses: Anything more is just revenge!

Malak: Revenge? After 400 years of brutal subjugation! These pharoahs, who imagine they're living gods, they are nothing more than flesh and blood! I want to see them on their knees begging for it to stop!

Moses: I'm tired of talking with a messenger!

Malak: General! I have heard Rhamses final threat. So let me tell you what's going to happen next.

Moses: [after being told of God's plan to kill the firstborn of Egypt] No, no! You cannot do this! I want no part of this!

Moses: Where have you been?

Malak: Watching you fail.

Moses: Wars of attrition take time.

Malak: At this rate, it will take years. A generation.

Moses: I am prepared to fight for that long.

Malak: I'm not.

Moses: I thought we were making progress. Now you're impatient after 400 years of slavery.

Malak: Am I the only one sitting here who's done nothing about it until now?

Moses: I do know a few things about military action. Still, if you are not going to listen to me, then why did you take me away from my family?

Malak: I didn't. You did.

Moses: You don't need me.

Malak: Maybe not.

Moses: So what do I do? Nothing?

Malak: For now, you can watch.

Moses: Who are you?

Malak: Who are YOU?

Moses: I'm a shepherd.

Malak: I thought you were a general. I need a general.

Moses: Why?

Malak: To fight. Why else?

Moses: Fight who? For what?

Malak: I think you know. I think you should go and see what's happening to your people now. You won't be at peace until you do. Are they not people in your opinion?

Moses: Who are you?

Malak: I am.

Zipporah: Is it so wrong for him to grow up believing in God?

Moses: Is it so wrong for him to grow up believing in himself?

Zippora: Who makes you happy?

Moses: You do.

Zipporah: What's the most important thing in your life?

Moses: You are.

Zipporah: Where would you rather to be?

Moses: Nowhere.

Zipporah: And when will you leave me?

Moses: Never.

Zipporah: Proceed.

Hegep: Let me tell you something about about Hebrews. They are a conniving, combative people. Do you know what Israelite means in their own language? He who fights with God.

Moses: He who wrestles with God. There is a difference.

High Priestess: [reading fowl entrails] In the battle a leader will be saved, and his savior will someday lead.

Moses: [laughs] Then the entrails should also say that we will abandon reason and be guided by omens.

Moses: Moses: Follow me and you will be free. Stay and you will perish.

Moses: [[fight; [eternity] Moses: Remember this. I am prepared to ]. For ].

Moses: Moses: I love everything that I know about you. And I trust in what I don't.

Michael Burry: [Final letter to his investors] I met my wife through Match.com. My profile said, "I am a medical student with only one eye, an awkward social manner, and $145,000 in student loans." She wrote back, "You're just what I've been looking for." She meant "honest", so let me be honest. Making money is not like what I thought it would be. This business kills the part of life that is essential, the part that has nothing to do with business. For the past two years, my insides have felt like they've been eating themselves. All the people that I respected won't talk to me anymore, except through lawyers. People want an authority to tell them how to value things, but they choose this authority not based on facts or results. They choose it because it seems authoritative and familiar. And I am not, nor ever have been, "familiar." So...so I have come to the sullen realization that I must close down the fund. Sincerely, Michael J. Burry, M.D.

Michael Burry: I may have been early, but I'm not wrong.

Michael Burry: Lawrence, I don't know how to be sarcastic.

Michael Burry: That's a nice haircut, did you do it yourself?

Marcus Wright: Let me down.

John Connor: If I let you down, you'll kill everyone in this room.

Marcus Wright: No. Just you, Connor. Because I don't give a shit about you.

Marcus Wright: (thinking) What is it that makes us human? It's not something you can program. You can't put it into a chip. It's the strength of the human heart. The difference between us and machines.

John Connor: (pause and than continues thinking) There is a storm on the horizon. A time of hardship and pain. This battle has been won, but the war against the machines races on. Skynet's global network remains strong, but we will not quit, until all of it is destroyed. This is John Connor. There is no fate, but what we make.

Kate Connor: What should I tell your men when they realize you're gone?

John Connor: I'll be back.

John Connor: What are you?

Marcus Wright: I don't know.

Marcus Wright: My name, is Marcus Wright.

John Connor: You think you're human?

Marcus Wright: I am human. (looks down, and sees his metal endoskeleton) NO!

Kyle Reese: Who are you?!

John Connor: John Connor!

John Connor: (last lines of the film) There is a storm on the horizon. A time of hardship and pain. The battle has been won, but the war against machines rages on. Skynet's global network remains strong, but we will not quit, until all of it is destroyed. This is John Connor. There is no fate but what we make.

John Connor: Win or lose, the war ends tonight!

John Connor: [[w:I'll be back|I'll be back] (After Kate asks what she should say if his men find him gone) ].

John Connor: We've been fighting a long time. We're outnumbered by machines.

John Connor: (Ending a radio broadcast) This is John Connor. If you are listening to this message, you are the Resistance.

John Connor: This is not the future my mother warned me about.

John Connor: (To General Ashdown, on the eve of the Resistance's offensive against Skynet) If we stay the course, we are dead! We are all dead!

John Connor: (To Marcus Wright) You and me, we've been at war since before either of us existed. You tried to kill my mother, Sarah Connor. You killed my father, Kyle Reese. You will not kill me.

George W. Bush: So we gonna do this thing, or what? I mean, is this happening?

Dick Cheney: I believe... we can make this work.

George W. Bush: [claps] Hehehe! Hot damn!

George W. Bush: Whaddaya say?... I want you to be my VP. I want you, you're ma vice.

Dick Cheney: Well, George, I, uh... I'm a CEO... of a large company. And I have been Secretary of Defense... and I have been White House Chief of Staff. The Vice Presidency is a mostly symbolic job.

George W. Bush: Uh-huh.

Dick Cheney: However, if we came to a, uh... different... understanding... I can handle the more mundane... jobs. Overseeing bureaucracy... military... energy... and, uh... foreign policy.

George W. Bush: Yeah, right! I like that!

Dick Cheney: [last lines] I can feel your incriminations. And your judgment. And I am fine with it. You want to be loved, go be a movie star. The world is as you find it, you gotta deal with that reality, and there are monsters in this world. We saw 3,000 innocent people burned to death by those monsters. And yet you object when I refuse to kiss those monsters on the cheek and say "pretty please." You answer me this: what terrorist attack would you have let go forward so you wouldn't seem like a mean and nasty fella? I will not apologize for keeping your families safe. And I will not apologize for doing what needed to be done, so that your loved ones can sleep peaceably at night. It has been my honor to be your servant. You chose me, and I did what you asked.

Dick Cheney: [After a colleague asks if he is alright after having fallen to the ground] I'm having a heart attack, you idiot.

Jim: We'll have to leave the camp.

Basie: That's the idea, Jim. First one side feeds you and the other side tries to get you killed, then it's turned around; it's all timing.

Basie: Jim, didn't I teach you anything?

Jim: Yes. You taught me that people will do anything for a potato.

Jim: Dr. Rawlins, do you remember how we had helped build the runway? If we'd died like the others, our bones would be in the runway. In a way, it's our runway!

Dr. Rawlins: No, it's their runway, Jim! Try not to think so much! Try not to think so much!

Jim: I can't remember what my parents look like.

Jim: If the Americans land, the Japanese will fight.

Dr. Rawlins: You admire the Japanese?

Jim: Well, they're brave, aren't they?

Dr. Rawlins: That's important, is it, Jim?

Jim: It's a good thing if you want to win a war.

Dr. Rawlins: But we don't want them to win, do we. Remember, we're British.

Jim: Yes. I've never been there.

Dainty: Hey kid, would you like a Hershey bar?

Jim: Oh yes please Dainty!

Dainty: So would I kid. Have you got one?

Basie: What did you say your name was boy?

Jim: Jamie and I'm building a man-flying kite and writing a book called Contract Bridge.

Basie: Jim: a new name for a new life.

Jim: [as Frank and Basie are about to leave him in the street] Basie, first I could show you some rich pickings. Hundreds of houses left empty. I could show you some of the houses I lived in before Frank found me. They were luxuriant!

Basie: Luxuriant? You had good sense being born there, Jim. I'm sure there was good living.

Jim: There certainly was good living, Basie. There - there was opulence!

Basie: Heh heh. Opulence. Frank, we'll go and take a look at some of these houses. Let's go, Frank. Opulence.

Jim: [about the Japanese troops camped nearby] It almost looks as if they're waiting for something to happen...

John Graham: Yes.

Jim: They didn't look angry or anything...

Maxton: It's not their anger; it's their patience.

Jim: I was dreaming about God.

Mary Graham: What did he say?

Jim: Nothing. He was playing tennis. Perhaps that's where God is all the time and that's why you can't see Him when you're awake, do you think?

Mary Graham: I don't know. I don't know about God.

Jim: Perhaps He's our dream... and we're His.

Irving Rosenfeld: I felt like we had a secret, just the two of us. Like that thing where you just wanna be with one person all the time. You feel like the two of you get something no one else gets.

Irving Rosenfeld: She was the Picasso of passive-aggressive karate.

Ken Miles: You're gonna build a car to beat Ferrari with... a Ford.

Carroll Shelby: Correct.

Ken Miles: And how long did they tell you that they need it? Two, three hundred years?

Carroll Shelby: Ninety days.

Peter Miles: Whoa. Dad, look at that. Hah. The Ford Mustang. What do you think?

Ken Miles: I think it's a secretary's car.

Peter Miles: I like it.

Leo Beebe: Oh. Excu... Excuse me. Would you, would you not do that?

Peter Miles: Oh. Sorry.

Leo Beebe: Oh, er, is this, is this your son?

Ken Miles: Yes, it is.

Leo Beebe: Would you ask him to keep his hands off the paintwork?

Ken Miles: No, no, no, Peter, You're okay.

Ken Miles: Who are you?

Leo Beebe: Leo Beebe, Senior Executive Vice President, Ford Motor Company.

Ken Miles: Ah.

Leo Beebe: I'm responsible for the launch of the Mustang.

Ken Miles: Ah! At least now we know who's responsible. Don't get me wrong, Lenny.

Leo Beebe: Leo.

Ken Miles: It looks fantastic. But inside, it's a lump of lard, dressed up to fool the public. My advice is, lose the inline-six and that idiotic three-speed, shorten the wheelbase, somehow lose half a ton, and lower the price.

Peter Miles: Dad.

Ken Miles: But even then, I'd still choose a Chevy Chevelle. And that's a fucking terrible car.

Ken Miles: [being surprisingly calm and consoling to Shelby after the results of the Le Mans race, which Miles is in 2nd place] You promised me the drive, not the win.

Ken Miles: [test-driving the GT40 with the new engine "The Beast"] OHH! Giddy-up, giddy-up!

Ken Miles: [after test-driving the GT40] This car wants to go faster, I can feel it.

Ken Miles: So, you think that Ford are going to let you build the car that you want, the way you want it? Ford. Motor. Company. Those guys. Have you ever been to Detroit? I mean, they have floors and floors of lawyers. And millions of marketing guys. And they're all gonna want to meet you; oh, they're gonna want to get their photo taken with the great Carroll Shelby. And they're all gonna kiss your ass, and they're gonna go back to their lovely offices, and then work out new ways to screw you. Why? Because they can't help it. Because they just want to please their boss who wants to please his boss who wants to please his boss. And they hate themselves for it. But deep down, who they hate even more are guys like you. Because you're not like them, because you don't think like them, because you're different.

Quinn Abercromby: I've kept this for years, because someday it will be up to you. I don't want you to be afraid. I want you to understand. Knowledge is the only weapon we've got left. In the beginning, it was ignorance that destroyed us. I saw the first, but soon the world saw millions. No one knew how they spawned so fast, they swarmed like locusts, burning everything in their path, driven by one purpose: to feed. Even then, we couldn't believe they were real. Ancient man had made them into myths, but nature had made something far more terrible. Too late, our scientists discovered their true identity: a species which had burned the dinosaurs to dust, whose ash had brought on ice ages, who in eons past had scorched the world clean of life, then starved and slept, waiting for the Earth to replenish itself, waiting to start their cycle anew. Our weapons shot fire back at them, yet for every one of them killed, a hundred took its place. They seemed invulnerable. We could only look on as our leaders used their greatest arsenal to destroy them. But in the end, we only helped them, till the world burned, and the few of us that were left fled the cities, found shelter where we could. You have to understand our past, because you will decide our future. They're starving now, and they're more dangerous than ever. But we have to go on. We have to outlast them. Only one species is getting out of this alive.

Quinn Abercromby: [looking at the approaching vehicles] That's a big tank.

William Evans: You ever been to Dodge?

Ben Wade: Yes, indeed. Meanest, most beautiful dirty city there ever was. Saloon was just overflowing with cattle drivers, and road agents, prospectors, gunslingers, gamblers, and women. Women who'll do things to you, you'll never forget.

Doc Potter: They'll give you a disease you'll never forget.

Ben Wade: Money in your pocket in Dodge City, you can have everything a man ever wished for. Everything a man comes to need. I got there on my own as a boy not much bigger than you.

Dan Evans: And how many men you killed since then, Wade? How many families you destroyed?

Ben Wade: Quite a few.

Doc Potter: Is it true that you dynamited a wagon full of prospectors in the Western Territories last spring?

Ben Wade: No, that's a lie. It was a train full.

Mark Evans: If my pa wants to, he could shoot you dead. He can shoot a jackrabbit at 50 yards!

Dan Evans: Shooting an animal's a lot different than, uh, shooting a man, son.

Ben Wade: No, it isn't. Not in my opinion. We could ask Byron here. Now, Byron, he's killed dozens of people: Men and women and children, miners, Apache.

Byron McElroy: Not a soul taken didn't deserve what it got.

Ben Wade: Every way of man is right in his own eyes, Byron. The Lord ponders the heart. Proverbs 21.

William Evans: You gonna hock that?

Dan Evans: Someday, William... you walk in my shoes, you might understand.

William Evans: I ain't ever walking in your shoes.

Dan Evans: I ain't never been no hero, Wade. The only battle I seen, we was in retreat. My foot got shot off by one of my own men. You try telling that story to your boy. See how he looks at you then.

Dan Evans: [to Alice] If I don't go, we got to pack up and leave, and God knows where, without a prayer, dirt-poor. Now I'm tired, Alice. I am tired of watching my boys go hungry. I'm tired of the way that they look at me. I'm tired of the way that you don't. I've been standing on one leg for three damn years, waiting for God to do me a favor. And He ain't listening.

Dan Evans: When you think about it, which I have been lately, is they weren't paying me to walk away. They were paying me so they could walk away.

Dan Evans: It's too bad the doctors at Essex saved so much of my leg. I read that the pension act pays by the pound now.

Patrick Bateman: Well, you can always be thinner... look better.

Patrick Bateman: There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone; in fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

Patrick Bateman: Howard! It's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know I've killed a lot of people. Some escort girls in an apartment uptown... uh... some homeless people maybe five or ten. Uh... Some NYU girl I met in Central Park, I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop, I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nailgun and... some man, some old faggot with a dog. Last week I killed another girl... with a chainsaw... I had to, she almost got away. And there... was someone else there I don't remember, maybe a model, but sh- she's dead, too. And, uh- PAUL ALLEN! I killed Paul Allen with an axe! In the face! His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen! I don't want to leave anything out here — I guess I've killed maybe... 20 people... maybe 40! Uh- huh huh-I have uh... tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls have seen the tapes — I even... I ate some of their brains and I tried to cook a little. Tonight, I uh- just had to kill a lot of people! And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it... this time. I mean... I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry's Bar. So, you know, keep your eyes OPEN. Okay, bye.

Patrick Bateman: [to two prostitutes; [w:Phil Collins|Phil Collins; [W:Genesis (band)|Genesis; [w:Duke (album)|Duke; [w:Invisible Touch|Invisible Touch; [w:Land of Confusion|Land of Confusion; [w:In Too Deep (song)|In Too Deep; [w:In the Air Tonight|In the Air Tonight; [w:Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)|Against All Odds; [w:Sussudio|Sussudio] Do you like ]? I've been a big ] fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, ]. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins presence became more apparent. I think ] was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to "]". In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. "]" is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like "]" and, uh, "]". Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is "]", a great, great song, a personal favorite.

Patrick Bateman: I'm on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Espace, since I'm positive we won't have a decent table, but we do. The relief washes over me in an awesome wave.

Patrick Bateman: There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul's apartment overlooks the park... and is obviously more expensive than mine.

Patrick Bateman: I have all the characteristics of a human being: flesh, blood, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

Patrick Bateman: I live in the American Gardens Building on West 81st Street on the 11th floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice pack I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial masque which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

Patrick Bateman: [to a bartender, who doesn't seem to notice] You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death and play around with your blood.

Patrick Bateman: Look at that subtle off-white coloring; the tasteful thickness of it... Oh my God, it even has a watermark.

Patrick Bateman: I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?

Patrick Bateman: Listen, I CANNOT UNDERSTAND YOU! This is crazy! You're a fool, I can't cope with this STUPID BITCH-EE! UNDERSTAND?!

Patrick Bateman: If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you.

Patrick Bateman: BLEACH-EE"? You trying to say "Bleach-ee"? Bleach-ee, oh my god. Two things. One: You can't bleach a Cerruti. Out of the question. Two: I can only get these sheets in Santa Fe and these are very expensive sheets and I need them clean by this afternoon!

Patrick Bateman: [repeated line] I have to return some videotapes.

Alfred Borden: So, we go alone now. Both of us. Only I don't have as far to go as you. Go. You were right, I should have left him to his damn trick. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for a lot of things. I'm sorry about Sarah. I didn't mean to hurt her, I didn't. You go and live your life in full now, all right? You live for both of us.

Fallon Borden: Goodbye.

Sarah: Alfred, I can't live like this!

Alfred Borden: Well, what do you want from me?

Sarah: I want... I want you to be honest with me. No tricks, no lies, no secrets. (pause) Do you... do you love me?

Alfred Borden: Not today. No.

Olivia Wenscombe: [referring to Angier] He wants me to come work for you and steal your secrets.

Alfred Borden: What does he need my secrets for? His trick is top-notch. He vanishes, and then he reappears instantly on the other side of the stage—mute, overweight, and unless I'm mistaken, very drunk. It's astonishing; how does he do it?

Alfred Borden: Everything's going to be alright, because I love you very much.

Sarah: Say it again.

Alfred Borden: I love you.

Sarah: Not today.

Alfred Borden: What do you mean?

Sarah: Well some days it's not true. Maybe today you're more in love with magic. I like being able to tell the difference, it makes the days it is true mean something.

Bruce Wayne: Why didn't you just kill me?

Bane: You don't fear death. You welcome it. Your punishment must be more severe.

Bruce: Torture?

Bane: Yes, but not of your body. Of your soul.

Bruce: Where am I?

Bane: Home! Where I learned the truth about despair, as will you. There's a reason why this prison is the worst hell on earth: hope. Every man who has rotted here over the centuries has looked up to the light and imagined climbing to freedom. So easy. So simple. And like shipwrecked men turning to sea water from uncontrollable thirst, many have died trying. I learned here that there can be no true despair without hope. So, as I terrorize Gotham, I will feed its people hope to poison their souls. I will let them believe they can survive so that you can watch them clambering over each other to stay in the sun. You can watch me torture an entire city, and when you have truly understood the depth of your failure, we will fulfill Ra's al Ghul's destiny. We will destroy Gotham and then, when it is done, and Gotham is ashes, then you have my permission to die!

Selina Kyle: Mr. Wayne? I'm sorry they took all your money.

Bruce Wayne: No you're not.

Alfred Pennyworth: I'll get this to Mr. Fox, but no more. I've sewn you up, I've set your bones, but I won't bury you. I've buried enough members of the Wayne family.

Bruce Wayne: You'll leave me?

Alfred: You see only one end to your journey. Leaving is all I have to make you understand. You're not Batman anymore. You have to find another way. You used to talk about finishing, about a life beyond that awful cave.

Bruce: Alfred, Rachel died knowing that we had decided to be together. That was my life beyond the cave. I can't just move on. She... She didn't. She couldn't.

Alfred: What if she had?

Bruce: She-- I mean, I can't change that.

Alfred: What if before she died, she wrote a letter saying she chose Harvey Dent over you? And what if, to spare you pain, I burnt that letter?

Bruce: How dare you use Rachel to try to stop me.

Alfred: I am using the truth, Master Wayne. Maybe it's time we all stop trying to outsmart the truth and let it have its day! I'm-- I'm sorry.

Bruce: You're sorry? You expect to destroy my world, and then think that we're going to shake hands?

Alfred: No. No, no... I know what this means.

Bruce: What does it mean?

Alfred: It means your hatred, and it also means losing someone that I have cared for since I first heard his cries echo through this house. But it might also mean saving your life, and that is more important.

Bruce: Goodbye, Alfred.

Bruce Wayne: Must've lost my ticket.

Valet Attendant: Your wife said you were taking a cab home.

Bruce: My wife?

Alfred: Just you, sir? Don't worry, Master Wayne. Takes a little time to get back in a swing of things.

Jim Gordon: We were in this together. Then you were gone.

Bruce Wayne: The Batman wasn't needed anymore. We won.

Gordon: Based on a lie. And now there's evil rising from where we tried to bury it. The Batman has to come back.

Bruce: What if he doesn't exist anymore?

Gordon: He must. He must...

Alfred Pennyworth: If you're seriously considering going back out there, you should hear the rumors surrounding Bane.

Bruce Wayne: I'm all ears.

Alfred: There is a prison in a more ancient part of the world. A pit, where men are thrown, to suffer, and die. But sometimes a man rises from the darkness. Sometimes the darkness sends something back.

Bruce: Bane?

Alfred: Bane. Born and raised in hell on Earth.

Bruce: Born in a prison?

Alfred: No one knows why, or how he escaped. But they do know that once he did, he was trained under Ra's Al Ghul, your mentor.

Bruce: Bane was a member of the League of Shadows?

Alfred: And then he was excommunicated. And any man who is too extreme for Ra's Al Ghul is not to be trifled with.

Bruce: I didn't realize I was known for trifling with criminals.

Alfred: That was then. And you can strap up your leg and put your mask back on. But that doesn't make you what you were.

Bruce: If this man is everything that you say he is, then this city needs me.

Alfred: The city needs Bruce Wayne. Your resources, your knowledge. It doesn't need your body, or your life. That time has passed.

Bruce: You're afraid that if I go back out there, I'll fail.

Alfred: No. I'm afraid that you want to.

Bruce Wayne: That bandit, in the forest in Burma...did you catch him?

Alfred Pennyworth: Yes.

Bruce: How?

Alfred: We burned the forest down.

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: Well, today I found out what Batman can't do. He can't endure this. Today you get to say "I told you so".

Alfred: [pause] Today, I don't want to. But I did bloody tell you. I suppose they'll lock me up as well, as your accomplice.

Bruce: Accomplice? I'm gonna tell them the whole thing was your idea!

Bruce Wayne: Targeting me won't get their money back. I knew the mob wouldn't go down without a fight, but this is different. They've crossed a line.

Alfred Pennyworth: You crossed the line first, sir. You squeezed them, you hammered them to the point of desperation, and in their desperation, they turned to a man they didn't fully understand.

Bruce: Criminals aren't complicated, Alfred. We just need to figure out what he's after.

Alfred: With respect, Master Wayne, perhaps this is a man you don't fully understand either. A long time ago, I was in Burma. My friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones, but their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So we went looking for the stones, but in six months, we never met anyone who traded with him. One day, I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away.

Bruce: So why steal them?

Alfred: Well, 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.

Bruce Wayne: You look tired, Alfred. You'll be all right without me?

Alfred Pennyworth: [glancing at a yacht full of beautiful Russian women] If you can tell me the Russian for "Apply your own bloody suntan lotion.