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Hawk: It has great energy.

Piña: [speaks Spanish] You've got great energy. Sparks. Closed padlock. (¡Chispas! Candado cerrado)

Angela: Ah! I-

Joe: Wow, look at that.

Angela: That's the energy I was going for. That's what I wanted.

Joe: Energy is great. We talked a lot about how to capture energy, as though that was a real thing we could do.

Angela: Well...

Piña: Energy is everything. Kinetic, chemical, potential, nuclear, sexual. You cannot really create it or destroy it but you can find ways to shape it.

Hawk: Beautiful. You shaped it really beautifully here. I love the shape.

Angela: Thank you.

Angela: [leads Piña to dining table; holds out paddle with deli meat] Actually, I have something. I don't know if you've seen it yet, but this is just a little something, a gesture, to remind you of hom Uh, it's just a little, um, jamón.

Piña: Oh, that is so sweet. And I love how you say, can you say it again?

Angela: Jamón.

Piña: Oh, my God. It's so sweet. I would you eat you instead of it. I cannot- I don't eat meat.

Angela: No?

Piña: [refers to Hawk] No. He does.

Hawk: I do. A pure carnivore.

Angela: Cheese? We have plenty of cheese.

Piña: No, I mean, for me no, no cheese.

Joe: Oh, you don't eat cheese.

Piña: No. Inflammation.

Hawk: Yeah.

Angela: We have crackers.

Piña: No, for me. No gluten, no dairy, no meat, no sugar.

Hawk: [referring to shoes] Take them off?

Joe: I don't give a fuck if you take your shoes off.

Hawk: I'm warning you, once you try Piña's flan, there's no turning back. You'll be at our door late at night like a junkie under a bridge, needing a fix. Like, um, heroin.

Hawk: We LOVE a contentious environment.

Francis Dolarhyde: Drop it. Do it now, gumshoe. Your son is about to change. Then your wife. You can watch, then I'll take care of you.

Will Graham: [imitating Dolorhyde's grandmother] Look at you. I have never seen a child as disgusting as you! You pissed your pants? How dare you! You want me to cut it off? Is that what you want me to do? Apologize! Don't cry at me, you little faggot! Say it! Say it, or I will cut it off! Say, "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm a dirty little beast. Freak. Harelip. And no one will ever love me!

Will Graham: Run!

Will Graham: What is taking him so long?

Molly Graham: Are you kidding? It takes him 20 minutes to get out of bed in the morning!

Will Graham: Yeah, but now I have a serious marshmallow jones.

Will Graham: [to Reba] That's all for now, but I'd like to come back before I leave town to see how you're doing.

Reba McClane: [choking up] Sure. Who could resist a charmer like me?

Will Graham: Whatever was left in him that was still human was only kept alive because of you. You probably saved some lives. You didn't attract a freak... You attracted a man with a freak on his back.

Reba McClane: [crying] I should have known!

Will Graham: [smiles] Sometimes you can't. Trust me, I've been there myself. There was a lot wrong with Dolarhyde, but there's nothing wrong with you. Except your hair. Your hair is a train wreck.

Hannibal Lecter: You sensed who I was back when I was committing what you call "my crimes".

Will Graham: Yes.

Hannibal Lecter: So you were hurt, not by a fault in your perception or your instincts, but because you failed to act on them until it was too late.

Will Graham: You could say that.

Hannibal Lecter: But you're wiser now.

Will Graham: Yes.

Hannibal Lecter: Imagine what you would do, Will, if you could go back in time.

Will Graham: Put two in your head before you could palm that stiletto.

Hannibal Lecter: [smiles] Very good, Will. You know, I believe we're making progress.

Hannibal Lecter: What were the yards like?

Will Graham: Big back yards, why?

Hannibal Lecter: Because if our pilgrim feels he has a special relationship with the moon, he might want to go out and look at it. Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black. If one were nude, say, one would want outdoor privacy for that sort of thing.

Will Graham: You think that would be a factor when he chooses a victim?

Hannibal Lecter: Oh, yes. And there will be more of them, of course... victims. So, you'll be wanting lots of these little chin-wags, I take it?

Will Graham: I might not have time.

Hannibal Lecter: Oh, but I do. I have oodles.

Will Graham: I need your opinion now.

Hannibal Lecter: Then here's one... you stink of fear under that cheap lotion. You stink of fear, Will, but you're not a coward. You fear me, but still you came here. You fear this shy boy, yet still you seek him out. Don't you understand, Will? You caught me because we're very much alike. Without our imaginations, we'd be like all those other poor... dullards. Fear... is the price of our instrument. But I can help you bear it.

Will Graham: I need your help, Dr. Lecter.

Hannibal Lecter: Birmingham and Atlanta. You want to know how he's choosing them, don't you?

Will Graham: Yes.

Hannibal Lecter: Why should I?

Will Graham: There are things you don’t have - books, library privileges, maybe even computer access. I'll speak to the Chief of Staff.

Hannibal Lecter: Ah, yes, Dr. Chilton. Gruesome, isn't he? Fumbles at your head like a freshman at a panty girdle. If you’ll recall, Will, our last collaboration ended rather messily.

Will Graham: And there’s another reason.

Hannibal Lecter: I’m all ears.

Will Graham: I thought you might enjoy the challenge. Find out if you're smarter than the person I'm looking for.

Hannibal Lecter: Then by implication, you think you are smarter than I am, since it was you who caught me.

Will Graham: No, I know I'm not smarter than you.

Hannibal Lecter: Then, how did you catch me?

Will Graham: It's all in the transcripts. What does it matter now?

Hannibal Lecter: It doesn't matter to me, Will.

Will Graham: You had... disadvantages.

Hannibal Lecter: What disadvantages?

Will Graham: ... You're insane.

Hannibal Lecter: [pause; menacing] You’re very tan, Will. And your hands are so rough, not like a cop’s hands, anymore. That lotion is something a child would select. It has a ship on the bottle, does it not? And how is young Josh, and the lovely Molly? They’re always in my thoughts, you know.

Hannibal Lecter: That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court.

Will Graham: I keep getting it for Christmas.

Hannibal Lecter: Christmas, yes. Did you get my card?

Will Graham: [uncomfortable] I got it. Thank you.

Hannibal Lecter: So nice of the bureau to forward it for me. You know, they wouldn't give me your home address.

Dr. Frederick Chilton: Tell me, when you saw Lecter's murders, their style, so to speak, were you able perhaps to reconstruct his fantasies? And, if so, did you jot down any impressions?

Will Graham: No.

Dr. Frederick Chilton: Let me be frank, Mr. Graham. The first definitive analysis of Lecter will be a publisher's wet dream. I'd give you full credit, of course

Dr. Frederick Chilton: Dammit, man, you must have some advice. You caught him. What was your trick?

Will Graham: I let him kill me.

Will Graham: [speaking of the serial killer he's investigating] He's not going to stop.

Detective: Why not?

Will Graham: Because it makes him God. Would you give that up?

Will Graham: See, that's where we're off target. He's not collecting body parts.

Hannibal Lecter: [studies Graham for a moment] Have you shared this with the Bureau?

Will Graham: No, I didn't. I needed to see you first, but I'm right. I know I'm right. I'm... I'm starting to be able to think like this one.

Hannibal Lecter: That's fascinating. You know, I'd always suspected as much: You are an eideteker.

Will Graham: I'm not psychic.

Hannibal Lecter: No, no, no, this is different; more akin to artistic imagination. You're able to assume the emotional point-of-view of other people, even those that might scare or sicken you. It's a troubling gift, I should think. How I'd love to get you on my couch.

Will Graham: Something still doesn't make sense to me: you're the best forensic psychiatrist I know. And somehow, in all our time together, this possibility never occurred to you.

Hannibal Lecter: Well, I am only human, Will. Perhaps I made a mistake.

Will Graham: You don't strike me as a man who makes very many mistakes.

Hannibal Lecter: Now I'm starting to think that I might no longer enjoy your full confidence.

Will Graham: [thinks for a minute, and then shakes his head in frustration] No, no, I--I didn't say that. I didn't. I don't, I don't know what I'm saying, I... I'm very, very tired. I... I almost had it.

Hannibal Lecter: [smiles] It'll come to you.

Will Graham: [Of Dolarhyde] When I read his journal, it was just so sad. I couldn't help feeling sorry for him. He wasn't born a monster; he was made one through years of abuse.

Holden Spence: It's all right! She just swallowed a little jewelry, enjoy your dinners.

Derek Vinyard: [Drags Lawrence out onto the street] Nigger, you just fucked with the wrong bull. C'MERE!

Lawrence: Get off!

Derek Vinyard: You should've learned your place on the fuckin basketball court! But you fuckin monkeys never get the message! My father gave me that truck, you motherfucker! You ever shoot at fireman?! You come here and shoot at my family?! I'm gonna teach you a real lesson now, motherfucker. Put your fuckin mouth on the curb!

Lawrence: Come on, man...

Derek Vinyard: [Lawrence bites down on the curb] Put it on the curb right now! That's it.

Danny Vinyard: [Starts running towards Derek] Derek, no! NOOO!!!

Derek Vinyard: Now say goodnight!

Derek: [Spits on Lawrence] Fucker!

Cross: With all due respect, sir, now's not the best time. Twenty minutes, this place is gonna fall apart.

Eric Byer: I'm aware of that. I'll take the chance. We need to talk. I need you to stop what you're doing and turn around. That's an order. We got screwed on the intel, okay? Nobody knew those people were in there. It would be perfectly normal for a person to have doubts about the morality of what we just asked you to do.

Cross: Is that a question, sir?

Byer: [Aaron mouths no] No, it's not. Tune in to what I'm trying to say to you. Do you know what a sin eater is? Well, that's what we are. We are the sin eaters. It means that we find the moral excrement that we find in this situation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our cause can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary. You understand?

Cross: [shakes his head yes] Will that be all?

Eisenheim: [angrily] Are you completely corrupt?

Chief Inspector Uhl: No, not completely, which is why I'll advise you not to accuse anyone.

Crown Prince Leopold: Well done.

Eisenheim: Thank you for coming. I hope you enjoyed it.

Crown Prince Leopold: Oh, we more than enjoyed it. Stimulated great debate among us, hasn't it? Except of course for your assistant Duchess Von Teschen. You seem to have struck her quite speechless. A feat in itself. Did you hypnotize her?

Eisenheim: In a fashion.

Crown Prince Leopold: I'd like to learn that trick. Rainer here seems to think you have supernatural powers. Do you claim supernatural powers?

Eisenheim: I've never said anything of that kind.

Crown Prince Leopold: Then you won't mind a question or two?

Sophie: Now let's not ruin it.

Crown Prince Leopold: You needn't divulge anything I can't guess.

Eisenheim: As you wish.

Crown Prince Leopold: Your assistants are behind the mirrors somewhere, in robes obviously. Lights in the frame perhaps to illuminate them, or angled mirrors.

Eisenheim: That would be one way to do it.

Crown Prince Leopold: I think I understand it all except the ghost. That was very, very good.

Josef Fischer: Another viewing, perhaps?

Crown Prince Leopold: You must come to the Hofburg next time. We'll make an evening of it.

Eisenheim: That would be my pleasure.

Crown Prince Leopold: [motions to Sophie; leaves with Sophie, then turns] So be it. Sophie? And we'll gather our best minds next time. You'll really have a challenge then.

Eisenheim: Then I shall prepare something special. Perhaps I'll make you disappear.

Eisenheim: I thought we might end this evening with a discussion of the soul. All of the greatest religions speak of the soul’s endurance beyond the end of life. So what then does it mean to die?

Eisenheim: I would like to continue with an examination of time. From the moment we enter this life, we are in the flow of it. We measure it and we mark it, but we cannot defy it. We cannot even speed it up or slow it down. Or can we ? Have we not each experienced the sensation… that a beautiful moment seemed to pass too quickly… and wished that we could make it linger ? Or felt time slow on a dull day… and wished that we could speed things up a bit ?

Sam: Truth or dare?

Mike: Truth.

Sam: You're boring.

Mike: No, truth is always interesting.

Mike: Does she speak?

Sam: She does. Yeah, she can sit, stay, and roll over if you have any treats.

Mike: [[Helen Hayes; [Marlon Brando] Intimidating, isn't it? You have any idea the people who have walked on these boards...before you? Geraldine Page, ], Jason Robards, ], and now...Riggan Thomson.

Riggan: [chuckling] Yeah. Hey, thanks for coming in on such short notice, Mike. I really appreciate it.

Mike: This is what I do. You wrote this adaptation?

Riggan: I did, yeah.

Mike: And you're directing and starring in your adaptation?

Riggan: I am, yeah.

Mike: That's ambitious.

Riggan: Well, thanks.

Mike: Well, it's a good theater. I can't speak for your play, but let's, uh, let's do a little bit of it, yeah?

Riggan: Oh, I didn't expect you to come in and, you know, just jump right in.

Mike: It's first preview tomorrow night, man. Let's get to work.

Riggan: Okay, well, you know, look...you know, feel free to take the script up until you feel comfortable.

Mike: No, no, no, no, let's just...let's just do some of it.

Riggan: All right. Okay, uh, hey, take a look at page 20.

Mike: I'm good. I don't need that.

Riggan: What?

Mike: I don't need the script. Just give me a cue.

Riggan: What are you talking about?

Mike: Feed me a line.

Riggan: Well, how...how are you gonna--

Mike: Feed me a line.

Riggan: Okay, all right. Okay, uh, let me think. Uh...yeah, uh... "Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask, okay? I didn't actually know the man. I only heard his name mentioned in passing.

Mike: Mm-hmm.

Riggan: I don't know. You'd have to know the particulars, but I think what you're saying is love is absolute.

Mike: Is that what I'm saying? Am I saying love is absolute? ...Yes. Okay, yeah. "The kind of love that I'm talking about is absolute. The kinda love that I'm talking about you don't try to kill people.

Riggan: How do you know the lines?

Mike: It's a thing I have, I don't know. it's a gift.

Riggan: Wow, okay. Well, that's...

Mike: [chuckles] Oh, come on, man. I've been--I've been helping Lesley get off book for like a month.

Riggan: Oh, right, right.

Mike: [points to his head] These lines are...

Riggan: That makes sense.

Mike: That's good, give me that cue again.

Riggan: Okay, okay, "Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask. I didn't actually know the man. I've heard his name mentioned in passing, but, you know, I didn't know. You'd have to know the particulars. I think what you're saying, though, is that...

Mike: Can I make a suggestion?

Riggan: Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

Mike: I mean, do you mind?

Riggan: No, no, no, not at all. Not at all.

Mike: Oh, okay.

Riggan: Take a look.

Mike: [referring to the script] No, no, for--forget that.

Riggan: Okay.

Mike: Just...stay with me.

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: I'm the wrong person to ask," he says.

Riggan: Right.

Mike: But what is that? What's the intention in that?

Riggan: I think...

Mike: Is he fed up with the subject, so he's changing it? Is he deflecting guilt over the marriage? And here's the thing, you've got four lines after that...

Riggan: Right.

Mike: ...that all say the same thing. "I didn't even know the man." "I only heard his name mentioned in passing." "I wouldn't know." "You'd have to know the particulars." And the particulars, I mean, it sounds like my grandmother, but--but the point is, you don't know the guy.

Riggan: Right.

Mike: We fucking get it...

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: Make it work with one line. "I didn't even know the man." Right?

Riggan: Right...wait, how do...you know my lines, too, huh?

Mike: Can we not get hung up on knowing lines?

Riggan: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mike: Can we just work on this...

Riggan: Yeah, yeah, right, right.

Mike: Tear it apart, whatever? So why don't you just give me that same thing again, but cut it down.

Riggan: Uh-huh.

Mike: Try it.

Riggan: Okay.

Mike: Just try it.

Riggan: Uh... "Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask. I didn't actually know the guy.

Mike: [pointing to table seats] Oh! No! But that's the thing, see? "I'm the wrong person to ask." What is it? I think it's "fuck you". Fuck you. Don't put me on the spot, man. Don't make me feel self-conscious about my marriage while my wife is sitting...

Riggan: Right there.

Mike: ...Right there.

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: Can I sit down?

Riggan: Yeah, sit, sit. Good idea.

Mike: Okay. Thanks.

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: So just give it to me as a "fuck you".

Riggan: Alright.

Mike: Try it, lay it on me.

Riggan: Well, I'm thinking...

Mike: Let's just do it.

Riggan: Yeah.

Mike: Give it to me. Fuck me hard.

Riggan: Right.

Mike: Just give it...

Riggan: Okay.

Mike: [slams hands on table] COME ON! DON'T TALK ABOUT IT! JUST FUCKING DO IT!

Riggan: HEY, I'M THE WRONG PERSON TO ASK! ALRIGHT? I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE GUY, OKAY? WHAT'S YOUR POINT?

Mike: What's my point?

Riggan: YEAH, WHAT'S YOUR POINT? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? SPIT IT OUT.

Mike: Oh! Oh!

Riggan: YOU'RE SAYING WHAT? What are you saying? You're saying love is absolute.

Mike: [slams his hand on the table and fake cries] YES! YES! THE KIND OF LOVE THAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, IT IS ABSOLUTE! THE KIND OF LOVE THAT I'M TALKING ABOUT...you don't... You don't try to kill people.

Riggan: ...Yeah. Good.

Mike: I don't know. What do you think, boss? You want to do this...with me?

Riggan: [points to Sam] Wow. Okay. What do you think?

Sam: Everybody's back. Larry needs to see him for a fitting.

Mike: I'll take that as a yes.

Jack Teller: In all the years you've been doing this, what's the biggest gamble you ever took? On job, the biggest longshot?

Nick: I don't take longshots and I never have.

Jack: I know you're careful. I'm careful too, that's not what I mean. When you were starting out you must've taken some "flyers" here and there, did something that was a little wild. I'm just curious.

Nick: You're smart, talented and you know a few things, but talent means nothing in this game if you don't make the right choices. There's plenty of talented people that never see the light of day anymore. This whole thing takes discipline because it's one big longshot, and if you don't have the discipline to stay away from the" flyers", the "gambles", or whatever else you want to call a stupid move, then one day you will go down. It's inevitable.

Alan Isaacman: Larry, thousands of people petition the Supreme Court, okay? Thousands.

Larry Flynt: Yeah, and our case is as good as any.

Alan Isaacman: Our case is better than most, you're missing my point, and that is they will never pick you. Because you're a nightmare. They're afraid if they let you in there, you're gonna wear a diaper, or throw oranges at the justices, and they should be, Larry, because in all the times you've gone to the court asking for help, you've never once demonstrated any respect for its institutions and procedures.

Alan Isaacman: [''On the phone''] Listen, I'm sitting here with the eminently reasonable District Attorney of the state of Georgia. Right. He's very impressed by your conversion, he wants to cut us a plea bargain.

Larry Flynt: A plea bargain? Because I've found God?

Alan Isaacman: Larry, listen to me for a second: Don't argue with me on this, okay? Just say yes because I've pulled a lot of strings to make this happen.

Larry Flynt: Is he sitting there with you?

Alan Isaacman: Yes, he is.

Larry Flynt: Would you do me a favor? Just tell that miserable old gray-haired bastard to go fuck himself, we're going to trial.

Alan Isaacman: Okay, right.

Larry Flynt: Oh, and praise the lord.

Alan Isaacman: You don't see me running around, pissing off everybody we're trying to get to help us.

Larry Flynt: Yeah, well, you can walk and you can fuck and I'm in this chair! And I got money, okay, and I got money and that gives me the power to shake up this system.

Alan Isaacman: Well, find somebody else to help you then, because, this is not what I signed on for. I don't even know what we're engaged in anymore, Larry. If you get on that plane, I quit.

Larry Flynt: Alan, don't be so melodramatic. You don't wanna quit me. I'm your dream client: I'm the most fun, I'm rich and I'm always in trouble.

Alan Isaacman: At the heart of the First Amendment is the recognition of the fundamental importance of the free flow of ideas. Freedom to speak one's mind is not only an aspect of an individual liberty, but is essential to the quest for truth and the vitality of society as a whole. In the world of debate about public affairs, many things done with motives that are less than admirable are nonetheless protected by the first amendment.

Alan Isaacman: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you have heard a lot today, and I'm not gonna go back over it, but you have to go into that room and make some decisions. But before you do, there's something you need to know. I am not trying to suggest that you should like what Larry Flynt does. I don't like what Larry Flynt does, but what I do like is the fact that I live in a country where you and I can make that decision for ourselves. I like the fact that I live in a country where I can pick up Hustler magazine and read it, or throw it in the garbage can if that's where I think it belongs.

Pete Seeger: More and more people have been showing up, and they're bringing their teaspoons. Teaspoons for justice, and teaspoons for peace, and teaspoons for love, and that's what we do. And, gosh, you showed up, Bobby, and damn it, if you didn't bring a shovel.

Betty Ross: The subway is probably quickest.

Bruce Banner: Me? In a metal tube, deep underground with hundreds of people in the most aggressive city in the world?

Betty Ross: …right, let's get a cab.

Betty Ross: [Kicking the cab door as she gets out] ASSHOLE!!!

Bruce Banner: You know, I know a few techniques that could help you manage that anger effectively—

Betty Ross: You zip it! We're walking.

Bruce Banner: …okay.

Betty Ross: What is it like? When it happens, what do you experience?

Bruce Banner: Remember those experiments we volunteered for at Harvard? Those induced hallucinations? It’s a lot like that, just a thousand times amplified. It’s like someone poured a liter of acid into my brain.

Betty Ross: Do you remember anything?

Bruce Banner: Just fragments. Images. There's too much noise, I can never derive anything out of it.

Betty Rose: But then, it's still you, inside of it–

Bruce Banner: No. No, it's not.

Betty Ross: I don’t know. In the cave, I really felt like it knew me. Maybe your mind is in there, it's just overcharged and can't process what's happening–

Bruce Banner: I don't want to control it. I want to get rid of it.

Betty Ross: Bruce, I don't understand why we can't just walk in and talk to my father.

Bruce Banner: He told me what he was gonna do. He wants it out of me. He wants to dissect it so he can replicate it. He wants to make it a weapon.

Benoit Blanc: [[brain; [word] The killer nearly struck my Achilles Heel. But thank high heaven, at the last moment, I realized what had teased my entire ] through this entire case: ..."imbreathiate". ...It's not a ].

Lionel Toussaint: What?

Miles Bron: Can we just take a second and fully imbreathiate this moment?

Benoit Blanc: It's not a real word. It kinda sounds like one, but it's just entirely made up. Now "reclamation", now, well, that... that is a word, but it's the wrong word.

Miles Bron: This place is the full reclamation of everything I've achieved up to now.

Benoit Blanc: This entire day...

Miles Bron: The predefinite detective.

Benoit Blanc: [[malapropism] ...a veritable minefield of ]s...

Miles Bron: The infraction point.

Benoit Blanc: [[fact] ... and ]ual errors.

Miles Bron: Bask in the sun, swim in the Ionian Sea.

Benoit Blanc: [points at the sea outside the mansion; [Aegean Sea] THAT is the ].

Claire Debella: Oh, yeah, it is. It is.

Benoit Blanc: [[mystery] His dock doesn't float. His wonder fuel... is a disaster. His grasp of disruption theory is remedial at best. He didn't design the puzzle boxes. He didn't write the ]. Et voila! It all adds up! The key to this entire case, and it was staring me right in the face. Like everyone in the world, I assumed Miles Bron was a complicated genius, but why? Look into the clear center of this Glass Onion: Miles Bron is an idiot!

Miles Bron: Oh, please, just tell us who tried to kill me.

Benoit Blanc: Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon!

Miles Bron: Let me tell you a little secret. Your worldview is gonna change. Once you hear it, you can't un-hear it. Is your phone turned off?

Benoit Blanc: Oh, I left it in my room.

Miles Bron: Okay. If you want to shake things up, you start with something small. You break a norm or an idea or a convention, some little business model, but you go with things that people are kind of tired of anyway. Everybody gets excited because you're busting up something that everyone wanted broken in the first place. That's the infraction point. That's the place where you have to look within yourself, and ask: Am I the kind of person who will keep going? Will you break more things? Break bigger things? Be willing to break the thing that nobody wants you to break? Because at that point, people are not going to be on your side. They're going to call you crazy. They're gonna say you're a bully. They're gonna tell you to stop. Even your partner will say you need to stop. Because as it turns out, nobody wants you to break the system itself. But that is what true disruption is, and that is what unites all of us. We all got to that line, and crossed it.

Miles Bron: Andi used to tell me the truth. Nobody does that now. It's all just fake smiles and agendas and people wanting what they think they're owed. Hating you when you don't give it to them because that's what you're there for.

Miles Bron: [sic] Okay, look, I know you guys think I'm a hippie, but can we just take a second and fully in-breathe-iate this moment together?

Miles Bron: [about the [[Mona Lisa; [Leonardo Da Vinci|Da Vinci] You know ] invented a technique for brushstrokes that leave no lines? That's how you can look straight at her, and her expression changes every time. Her smile's there, then it disappears. Is she happy, is she sad, is it something else? This simple thing that you thought you were looking at, it suddenly takes on layers and depth so complex, gives you vertigo.

Henckels: Who's shooting who?

Dmitri: That's Gustave H., the escaped murderer and art thief! I've got him cornered!

M. Gustave: That's Dmitri Desgoffe und Taxis! He's responsible for the killing of Deputy Kovacs, Serge X and his club-footed sister, plus his own mother!

Henckels: Nobody move; everybody's under arrest.

M. Gustave: [after seeing police at reception] Have you ever been questioned by the authorities?

Zero: Yes, on one occasion, I was arrested and tortured by the rebel militia after the Desert Uprising.

M. Gustave: You know the drill, then, zip it.

Zero: Of course.

M. Gustave: You've never hears the word "van Hoytl" in your life. Okay, let's go.

M. Gustave: How may we serve you, gentlemen? Ah, Inspector Henckels!

Henckels: By order of the commissioner of police, Zubrowka Province, I hereby place you under arrest for the murder of Madame Celine Villenueve Desgoffe-und-Taxis.

M. Gustave: I knew there was something fishy. We never got the cause of death. She's been murdered, and you think I did it.

Henckels: HEY! STOP!

Steve Bendel: Who the hell are you?

Mashkov: I am Mashkov. And you killed my cousin Yehven.

Charlie Croker: Gotta have some insurance, Steve.

Steve: Look, Yehven was already dead when I got there. I'm sorry about that, but he dealt with some pretty unsavory types. This guy's trying to play you.

Mashkov: [to Charlie] You were right... No imagination.

Charlie: Steve, What the hell are you doing?

Steve Bendel: Made a few plans of my own.

John Bridger: There's nowhere you can go where we won't find you, Steve. You know that.

Steve: [shoots him] I think that's probably right, John.

Left Ear: So come on, gentlemen, shopping list. Who's doing what? Spare no dirty details.

John: Come on, guys. Take a lesson from an old man. Don't spend it. Invest.

Left Ear: In what?

John: In gold.

Left Ear: What are you getting, Rob?

Handsome Rob: Ah, I don't know. There's a lot of things you can get with a lot of money. You know, I'm just thinking about naked girls in leather seats.

Left Ear: Obviously. See?

Handsome Rob: [[w:Aston-Martin Vanquish|Aston-Martin Vanquish] Suppose I'll get the ]. There's not a lot a girl won't do in the passenger seat of one of those things.

Lyle: I'm gonna get a NAD T-770 digital decoder with a seventy-watt amp and and Burr Brown DAC's.

Left Ear: [at a loss] Yeah...

Lyle: It's a big stereo. Speakers so loud, they blow women's clothes off.

Handsome Rob: Now you're talking!

Left Ear: [points] Thirty-five million dollars, you can't get more creative than that, man? I'm going to Andalusia. The south of Spain. Right over there. Get me a big house, get me a library full of first editions, get a room for my shoes... What about you, Steve?

Steve Bendel: I don't know. I haven't decided yet.

Left Ear: You haven't decided yet? Come on, man. Is it the mountain air? Just —

Steve: I liked what you said. I'll take one of each of yours.

Left Ear: [Laughs] Well here's to two of everything for Steve!

Kostya Novotny: Monty, I have beautiful woman, very nice!

Monty Brogan: Yeah, well, I'm not really in the mood for that. I've got a nice girl.

Kostya Novotny: I know, I know. Tonight is a special night. Last night as free man. I pick her out special, just for you.

Monty Brogan: The last girl you picked out special for me had three teeth, all in the back!

Monty Brogan: [standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with a "FUCK YOU" written on it; [w:Bronx Bombers|Bronx Bombers; [w:Terraced_house|row-houses; [w:Astoria, Queens|Astoria; [w:Penthouse_apartment|penthouses; [w:Park Avenue|Park Avenue; [w:Public_housing|projects; [w:Bronx|Bronx; [w:loft|lofts; [w:SoHo|SoHo; [w:tenements#Specific_places|tenements; [w:Alphabet City|Alphabet City; [w:Brownstone#Use_in_urban_private_residences|Brownstones; [w:Park Slope|Park Slope; [w:Split-level_home|split-levels; [w:Staten Island|Staten Island; pause] Yeah, fuck you, too. Fuck me? Fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin and dealin and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe motherfuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Adelphia! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dominicans, cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended 137 years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky. Whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera. I gave her my trust, and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the ]. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the ] of ] to the ] on ], from the ] in the ] to the ] in ]. From the ] in ] to the ] in ] to the ] in ]. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. No. No, Fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!