Cillian MurphyQuotes

Teddy: It's not too late, Damien.

Damien: For me or for you?

Priest: I never thought I'd see the day. Military courts established in Ireland by Irishmen. Deportation or the death penalty for those caught with arms. In the name of God, what is going on? I found this on the street during the week. "Under the Republic, the lands of the aristocracy who live in London will be seized and divided up against landless workers and small farmers." "All industry and agriculture will be controlled by the state for the workers and farmers benefit." Not content with stealing your savings, they'll be nationalising the 12 apostles next. Dear brethren, we have an opportunity for the first time in generations in this country for peace and prosperity. We have that opportunity without English soldiers marching in our streets and outside our churches on a Sunday morning. We have that opportunity because we have signed a treaty. A treaty of peace. Quiet! Let me remind those of you who have forgotten of the pastoral letter signed by Cardinal Logue and other bishops. Anti-Treatyite irregulars have, and I quote, "Wrecked Ireland from end to end." "And all those who participate in such crimes are guilty of the gravest sins and may not be absolved in confession nor admitted to Holy Communion." In other words, excommunication! This opinion of the treaty is not just the opinion of the Catholic Church, it is the opinion of other churches. And it is the opinion of every newspaper up and down, and the length and breadth of this country. But most importantly, this treaty was ratified, overwhelmingly ratified, by the people in their democratic expression in the June election.

Damien: Can you tell me, Father, how can there be a fair election in this country when the most powerful country in the world threatens war? This is not the will of the people. It is the fear of the people.

Priest: How dare you talk to me in the house of God! Silence! Damien O'Donovan, you're a disgrace to the memory of your parents. Yes! Get out!

Lily: The Free State Constitution was only printed the morning of the election so nobody had time to read it.

Priest: Young lady, this is not the marketplace! Sit down, shut up, or get out of my church!

Damien: And once again the Catholic Church, with honourable exception, sides with the rich.

Priest: GET OUT!

Damien: How many British soldiers in the country, Tim?

Tim: Too many.

Damien: How many?

Teddy: About ten thousand, Damien.

Damien: Ten thousand. Tans, artillery units, machine-gun car, cavalry...

Teddy: And many more besides. What's your point, Damien?

Damien: It's young men like Micheail we're talkin about, Teddy.

Teddy: Micheail was a real Irishman, Damien.

Ned: You're a coward, Damien.

Damien: I'm a coward? And you're a hero, isn't it, Ned? You're gonna take down the British army with your hurley, is that it?

Rory: For Christ's sake, Damien. What about Micheail?

Damien: Look, Micheail was killed because he wouldn't say his name in English. Is that what you call a martyr, Teddy, is it?

Sinead: So we should all buy a one-way ticket to London, is that it, Damien?

Damien: [Loading his revolver; Approaches Sir John] I studied anatomy for five years, Dan. And now I'm going to shoot this man in the head. I've known Chris Reilly since he was a child. I hope this Ireland we're fighting for is worth it. Where's your letters?

Sir John: [Gives Damien two letters] For my wife... and my children.

Damien: I'll make sure they're delivered. Turn around!

Sir John: You'll never beat us! Ever!

Damien: Give me your letters, Chris.

Damien: Give me your letters, Chris!

Chris: I didn't know what to write. And Mam can't read.

Chris: [points to Sir John] Just tell her I love her. And where I'm buried... Promise me, Damien. Promise me you won't bury me next to him?

Damien: The chapel. Do you remember, on the way up? Do you remember?

Chris: Yeah.

Damien: In there.

Chris: Tell Teddy I'm sorry. I'm scared, Damien.

Damien: [sighs] Have you said your prayers?

Chris: Yeah.

Damien: [Shoots Chris] God protect you.

Teddy: [looking around Hamilton's study] Such a beautiful room, it's hard to imagine a man's scream from here. Ever seen fingernails ripped out with a rusty pliers, Sir John, hmm? All your learning, and you still don't understand.

Sir John Hamilton: [Contemptuously] Oh, I understand perfectly, Mr. O'Donovan. God preserve Ireland if ever your kind take control.

Damien: [trains his gun on Hamilton] Well, you'd better start getting used to the idea.

Pinbacker: Are you an angel? Has the time come? I've been waiting so long.

Capa: Who are you?

Pinbacker: Who am I? At the end of time, a moment will come when just one man remains. Then the moment will pass. Man will be gone. There will be nothing to show that we were ever here... but stardust. The last man, alone with God. Am I that man?

Capa: My God...my God. Pinbacker!

Pinbacker: Not your God. Mine!

Capa: Icarus?

Icarus: Yes, Capa?

Capa: Run an update on biometric signs for all crew. Check oxygen consumption.

Icarus: Checking...

Capa: Thank you.

Icarus: Capa?

Capa: Yes?

Icarus: You are dying. All crew are dying.

Capa: We know we're dying. As long as we can live long enough to deliver the payload, we're okay with it.

Icarus: Capa, warning: you will not live long enough to deliver the payload.

Capa: Please clarify.

Icarus: Twelve hours before crew will be unable to perform complex tasks. Fourteen hours before crew will be unable to perform basic tasks. Sixteen hours until death. Journey time to delivery point: 19 hours.

Capa: It is impossible. Corazon is certain we have remaining oxygen to keep four crew alive.

Icarus: Affirmative. Four crew could potentially survive on current reserves.

Capa: Trey is dead. There are only four crew members.

Icarus: Negative.

Capa: Affirmative, Icarus. Four crew: Cassie, Mace, Corazon and me.

Icarus: Five crew members.

Capa: Icarus?

Icarus: Yes?

Capa: Who is the fifth crew member?

Icarus: Unknown.

Capa: Where is the fifth crew member?

Icarus: In the observation room.

Cassie: It's different. Being afraid that you won't make it back home. And then knowing that you won't.

Capa: Our survival depends on what we can salvage from Icarus I.

Cassie: No. We're gonna die out here. Like the other crew. I know it. So do you. Are you scared?

Capa: When a Stellar Bomb is triggered, very little will happen at first. And then a spark will pop into existence, and it will hang for an instant, hovering in space, and then, it will split into two, and those will split again, and again, and again. Detonation beyond all imagining – the big bang on a small scale. A new star born out of a dying one. I think it will be beautiful. No, I'm not scared.

Cassie: I am.

Mace: Do I have to spell it out for you? We have a payload to deliver to the heart of our nearest star. We're delivering that payload because that star is dying. And if it dies, we die. Everything dies. So that is our mission. There is nothing, literally nothing, more important than completing our mission. End of story!

Trey: He's right.

Mace: He's right? Of course I'm right! Is anyone here seriously considering otherwise?

Searle: May I put a counter-argument?

Mace: No!

Searle: Captain?

Kaneda: Go ahead.

Searle: It would, of course, be absurd to alter our trajectory to assist the crew of the Icarus I. Even if we knew that some or even all of that crew are still alive, their lives are entirely expendable when seen in the context of our mission. As are our own lives.

Mace: Exactly.

Searle: However, there is something on board the Icarus I that may be worth the detour. As you pointed out, Mace, we have a payload to deliver. A payload, singular. Now, everything about the delivery and effectiveness of that payload is entirely theoretical. Simply put, we don't know if it's gonna work. But what we do know is this: if we had two bombs, we'd have two chances.

Kaneda: You're assuming we'd be able to pilot Icarus I.

Searle: Yes.

Trey: Which is assuming that whatever stopped them completing the mission wasn't a fault or a damage to the spacecraft.

Searle: Yes.

Mace: It's a lot of assumptions.

Searle: It is. It's a risk assessment. The question is: does the risk of a detour outweigh the benefits of an extra payload?

Mace: We'll have a vote.

Searle: No. No, we won't. We are not a democracy. We're a collection of astronauts and scientists, so we're gonna make the most informed decision available to us.

Mace: Made by you, by any chance?

Kaneda: [''Long pause''] Made by the person best qualified to understand the complexities of payload delivery: our physicist.

Capa: Shit.

Philippe Weis: Timekeeper. After this regrettable incident it's really not necessary for you to come in person.

Raymond Leon: I'm afraid it really is... necessary.

Philippe Weis: When can we hope for a rescue?

Raymond Leon: I believe that's the point; she doesn't appear to want to be rescued.

Philippe Weis: [Leon doesn't respond; Weis examines his arm with clock on it] Mr Leon... Raymond. May I call you Raymond? I blame myself. I invited the man into my home. He had so much time, how was I supposed to know? Of course, Sylvia brought this on herself by her lack of vigilance. That's why I always tried to keep her close. But she is clearly under Will Salas's control. If it's a matter of resources, I'm... happy to make a contribution. It's a scandal what we pay our Timekeepers.

Raymond Leon: I have issued a warrant for your daughter's arrest. If she contacts you and you assist her in any way, I will issue a warrant for your arrest.

Philippe Weis: There's nothing I cannot buy. Now, how many of my years do you want?

Raymond Leon: There aren't enough years, even in your lifetime Mr. Weis. Goodnight.

Shivering Soldier: You haven't turned around.

Mr. Dawson: No, we have a job to do.

Shivering Soldier: Job? This is a pleasure yacht. You're weekend sailors, you're not the bloody Navy. A man your age?

Mr. Dawson: Men my age dictate this war. Why should we be allowed to send our children to fight it?

Shivering Soldier: You should be at home!

Mr. Dawson: Well, there won't be any home if we allow a slaughter across the Channel.

Lisa Reisert: Please, just stop whoever's outside my dad's house!

Jackson Rippner: I already have, by twice intercepting these little communiques! You know, if they'd have fallen into the hands of a by-the-book stewardess, she'd have gone straight to the cockpit and we'd have landed somewhere else! If that happens, Leese, our guy in the BMW's gonna know about it, so do Dad a favor and stop gambling with his life!

Lisa Reisert: Is it Jack for short?

Jackson Rippner: [pause] No. I haven't gone by Jack since I was ten years old. Last name's Rippner.

Lisa Reisert: Jack Rippner... Jack theee... oooohhhh.

Jackson Rippner: There you go.

Lisa Reisert: That wasn't very nice of your parents.

Jackson Rippner: That's what I told them. Before I killed them.

Lisa Reisert: So what is it you do?

Jackson Rippner: Government overthrows, flashy high-profile assassinations. The usual.

Lisa Reisert: O.K. Why don't you just tell me what you do?

Jackson Rippner: I already did.

Jackson Rippner: Lisa, whatever female-driven, emotion-based dilemma you may be dealing with right now, you have my sympathy. But for the sake of time and sanity, let's break this down into a little male-driven fact-based logic. One simple phone call saves your dad's life.

Jackson Rippner: I never lied to you, Leese. You know why? Cause it doesn't serve me.

Jackson Rippner: Pretty clear thinking given the circumstances. Wait, let me guess, some stress management courses? They're really paying off. When we get out of this, I may have to steal you.

Jackson Rippner: Sometimes bad things happen to good people.

Batman: [Gasses Crane with the fear toxin] Taste of your own medicine, doctor? What have you been doing here? What was your plan? Crane! Who are you working for?

Dr. Jonathan Crane: [hallucinating Batman as a monster] Ra's! Ra's al Ghul!

Batman: Ra's al Ghul is dead! Who are you working for? Crane!

Crane: Dr. Crane isn't here right now, but if you'd like to make an appointment...

Dr. Jonathan Crane: Miss Dawes, this is most irregular. I have nothing further to add to the report I filed with the judge.

Rachel Dawes: I have questions about your report.

Crane: Such as?

Rachel: Isn't it convenient for a 52-year-old man who has no history of mental illness to suddenly have a complete psychotic breakdown, just when he's about to be indicted?

Crane: [they look at Falcone, still muttering "Scarecrow"] Well, as you can see for yourself, there is nothing "convenient" about his symptoms.

Rachel: What's "scarecrow"?

Crane: [[Carl Jung|Jungian] Patients suffering delusional episodes often focus their paranoia on an external tormentor. Usually one conforming to ] archetypes. In this case, a scarecrow. Outside, he was a giant. In here, only the mind can grant you power.

Rachel: You enjoy the reversal?

Crane: I respect the mind's power over the body. It's why I do what I do.

Rachel: I do what I do to keep thugs like Falcone behind bars, not in therapy.

Carmine Falcone: Yeah, Doctor Crane, I can’t take it anymore, it’s all too much. The walls are closing in. Blah, blah, blah. A couple days of this food, it’ll be true.

Dr. Jonathan Crane: What do you want?

Falcone: I want to know how you're gonna convince me to keep my mouth shut.

Crane: About what? You don't know anything.

Falcone: I know you don't want the cops to take a closer look at the drugs they seized. And I know about your experiments with the inmates of your nuthouse. See, I don't go into business with a guy without finding out his dirty secrets. And those goons you used? I own the muscle in this town. Now I've been bringing your stuff in for months, so whatever he's planning, it's big. And I want in.

Crane: Well, I already know what he'll say: that we should kill you.

Falcone: [laughs] No, even he can't get me in here. Not in my town.

Crane: [pulls the mask over his head] Would you like to see my mask? I use it in my experiments. Now, I'm probably not very frightening to a guy like you, but these crazies? They can't stand it.

Falcone: So when did the nut take over the nuthouse?

Crane: [releases fear toxin] They scream, and they cry. Much as you're doing now.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [to his counsel, Lloyd Garrison] Only a fool or an adolescent presumes to know someone else’s relationship, and you’re neither, Lloyd. Kitty and I, we’re grown-ups. We’ve walked through fire together, and she’ll do fine.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: If atomic weapons are to be added to the arsenals of a warring world, then the day will come when people will curse the name of Los Alamos.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [[United States|America; [Russia; [scorpions] ] and ] may be likened to two ] in a bottle, each capable of killing the other, but only at the risk of his own life.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: Is anyone ever going to tell the truth about what's happening here?

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [[nuclear war; [war] Once it’s used, ], maybe all ], becomes unthinkable.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: Don't underestimate the psychological impact of an atomic explosion. A pillar of fire ten thousand feet tall, deadly neutron effects for a mile in all directions from one single device, dropped from a barely noticeable B-29. The atomic bomb will be a terrible revelation of divine power.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [to [[Leó Szilárd|Szilard; [atomic bomb] ], referring to the Just because we’re building it doesn’t mean we get to decide how it’s used.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [[Theory|theorists; [imagine; [future; [fear; [Franklin D. Roosevelt|Roosevelt] We’re ]. Yes? We ] a ], and our imaginings horrify us. They won’t ] it until they understand it, and they won’t understand it until they’ve used it. When the world learns the terrible secret of Los Alamos, our work here will ensure a peace mankind has never seen -- a peace based on the kind of international cooperation that ] always envisaged.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [to Groves; [Left-wing politics|left-wing] You didn’t hire me despite my ] past, you hired me because of it. So you could control me.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [[weapon; [Nazism|Nazis] I don't know if we can be trusted with such a ], but I know the ] can't.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [to Lawrence; [The Holocaust|herding into camps] It’s not your people they’re ]. It’s mine.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [[Soul|souls] We’re all simple ], I guess.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [[dogma] I’m committed to thinking freely about how to improve our world. Why limit yourself to one ]?

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [[w:Ernest_Lawrence|[Ernest; [revolution; [physics; [Pablo Picasso|Picasso; [Igor Stravinsky|Stravinsky; [Sigmund Freud|Freud; [Karl Marx|Marx] Lawrence, you embrace the ] in ], can’t you see it everywhere else? ], ], ], ]...

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [[light; [Particle|particles; [Wave|waves; [Quantum mechanics; [Photon|it's both; [Paradox|paradoxical] Is ] made up of ] or ]? ] says ]. How can it be both? It can't. It's ], and yet, it works.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [in response to being asked if he met [[Werner Heisenberg] ] after leaving Europe] No, not in person no - but you might say that our paths crossed.

J. Robert Oppenheimer: [[Judaism|Jewish] Oh-penheimer, Op-penheimer; whatever way you say it, they know I'm ].

J. Robert Oppenheimer: Members of the security board, the so-called derogatory information in your indictment of me cannot be fully understood except in the context of my life and my work.

Major West: Who have you killed?

Jim: What?

Major West: Since it began, who have you killed? You wouldn't be alive right now if you hadn't killed somebody.

Jim: I killed... I killed a boy.

Major West: A child?

Jim: Yeah.

Major West: But you had to kill him. Otherwise he'd have killed you. Survival. I understand. I promised them women.

Jim: What?

Major West: Eight days ago, I found Jones with his gun in his mouth. He said he was going to kill himself because there was no future. What could I say to him? We fight off the infected or we wait until they starve to death, and then what? What do nine men do except wait to die themselves? I moved us from the blockade, I set the radio broadcasting and I promised them women. Because women mean a future.

Major West: [Mailer charges out at them but is held back by a chain; Major West casually introduces them to each other.] And lastly, meet Mailer. Mailer, Jim. Jim, Mailer. Got infected two days ago. Mitchell managed to knock him out cold, and we got a chain around his neck.

Jim: You're keeping him alive?

Major West: The idea was to learn more about infection. Have him teach me.

Jim: [Mailer completely ignores several open but untouched cans of food left out for him] And... has he?

Major West: [he kneels near Mailer, inducing a fit of groaning and thrashing] In a way. He's telling me he'll never bake bread, plant crops, raise livestock. He's telling me he's futureless. And eventually, he'll tell me how long the infected take to starve to death.

Jim: Do you know what I was thinking?

Selena: You were thinking that you'll never hear another piece of original music, ever again. You'll never read a book that hasn't already been written or see a film that hasn't already been shot.

Jim: Um, that's what you were thinking.

Selena: No. I was thinking I was wrong.

Jim: About what?

Selena: All the death, all the shit, it doesn't really matter to Frank and Hannah, because... well, she's got a dad and he's got his daughter. So I was wrong when I said staying alive is as good as it gets.

Jim: See, that's what I was thinking.

Selena: Was it?

Jim: Mm-hmm. You stole my thought.

Selena: [she kisses him on the cheek] Sorry.

Jim: It's okay. You keep it.

Jim: How did you know? I mean, how did you know he was infected?

Selena: The blood.

Jim: Yeah... but there was blood everywhere. It was on me, it was on you —

Selena: Look, I didn't know he was infected, okay? He knew. I could see it in his face. Look, if someone gets infected you've got between ten and twenty seconds to kill them. It might be your brother or your sister or your oldest friend. It makes no difference. And just so you know where you stand — if it happens to you, I'll do it in a heartbeat... He was full of plans, Mark. Do you have plans, Jim? Do you want us to find a cure and save the world, or just fall in love and fuck? Plans are pointless. Staying alive's as good as it gets.

Jim: What about the government? What are they doing?

Selena: There is no government.

Jim: Of course there's a government! There's always a government! They're in a... a bunker, or a plane!

Mark: No. There's no government. No army. No police. No TV, no radio, no electricity. You're the first uninfected person we've seen in six days.

Jim: What about your family?

Mark: They're dead. So is Selena's.

Selena: And yours will be dead too.

Jim: No, see, this is a really shit idea. You know why? Because it's really obviously a shit idea.

Jim: [Repeated line] Hello...?!