Geoffrey RushQuotes

Father Benedictus: I will find the boy.

Javert: Monsieur, a serious... a grave violation of the public trust has been committed. An inferior has shown a complete lack of respect for the law. He must be exposed and punished.

Jean Valjean: Who is the offender?

Javert: I am. I slandered you Monsieur le maire, I'm here to ask that you demand my dismissal.

Jean Valjean: You might be making a mistake.

Javert: Mistake? What kind of mistake is that?

Jean Valjean: Sometimes, people move into town to start a new slate, you might be doing more harm than good by prying into their private lives.

Javert: It's a pity the law doesn't allow me to be merciful.

Javert: [about Valjean] He lies so well, doesn't he? He's had a lot of practice. A lifetime of lies.

Javert: Reform is a discredited fantasy. Modern science tells us that people are by nature, law breakers or law abiders. A wolf could wear sheep's clothing but he's still a wolf.

Madeleine LeClerc: Your publisher says I'm not to leave without another manuscript.

Marquis de Sade: I've just the story. It's the unhappy tale... of a virginal laundry lass. The darling of the lower wards where they entomb the criminally insane.

Madeleine LeClerc: Is it awfully violent?

Marquis de Sade: Most assuredly.

Madeleine LeClerc: Is it terribly erotic?

Marquis de Sade: Fiendishly so. But it comes with a price. A kiss for each page...

Abbé du Coulmier: It's not even a proper novel. It's nothing but an encyclopedia of perversions. Frankly, it even fails as an exercise in craft. The characters are wooden, the dialogue is inane. Not to mention the repetition of words like "nipple" and "pikestaff".

Marquis de Sade: There I was taxed; it's true.

Abbé du Coulmier: And such puny scope. Nothing but the worst in man's nature.

Marquis de Sade: I write of the great, eternal truths that bind together all mankind. The whole world over, we eat, we shit, we fuck, we kill and we die.

Abbé du Coulmier: But we also fall in love, we build cities, we compose symphonies, and we endure. Why not put that in your books as well?

Marquis de Sade: My glorious prose filtered through the minds of the insane. Who knows, they might improve it.

Marquis de Sade: In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man.

Marquis de Sade: This monstrous God of yours? He strung up his son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he'd do to me.

Marquis de Sade: I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. We're all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade... the rivers of blood are flowing beneath our feet... I've been to hell, young man, you've only read about it.

Marquis de Sade: Ah, you've come to read my trousers.

Marquis de Sade: You've already stolen my heart... as well as a more prominent organ, south of the Equator.

Marquis de Sade: I didn't create this world of ours. I merely recorded it.

Marquis de Sade: Suppose one of your precious inmates attempted to walk on water and drowned - would you comdemn the Bible? I think not.

Marquis de Sade: Are your convictions so fragile they cannot stand in opposition to mine? Is your god so flimsy, so weak? For shame!

Marquis de Sade: Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.

Avner: Come to my house for dinner tonight. Come on, you're a Jew, you're a stranger. It's written somewhere that I should invite you to break bread with me. So, break bread with me, Ephraim.

Ephraim: No.

Ephraim: We deposit money from a fund that doesn't exist into a box we don't know about in a bank we've never set foot in. We can't help you because we never heard of you before.

Philip Henslowe: The show must... you know...

William Shakespeare: [prompting him] Go on!

Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.

Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?

Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.

Hugh Fennyman: How?

Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery. (recurring line)

Donovan Donaly: Explain this away, darling!

Mr. Furious: Do yourself a favor and don't punch my clock, cause I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open.

Casanova Frankenstein: It is Pandora'.

Mr. Furious: Uh, please don't correct me. It sickens me.

Captain Amazing: Listen, I really think we need to talk about your plans here.

Casanova Frankenstein: You know my plans, Lancie. Tomorrow night... I'm going to kill you.

Captain Amazing: Right. That's the part that really doesn't work for me.

Captain Amazing: Lookee here — a multi-frequency radio detonator! You really should be more careful when discarding incriminating evidence.

Casanova Frankenstein: Oh, no, no, no, no. This is an amusing little gizmo. It's really quite cool.

Captain Amazing: [the gizmo emits a spurt of vapor into his face] Yeah? What is it? Yuck!

Casanova: It's a chloroform-deploying portable enticement snare.

Captain Amazing: [he collapses] Aw, DANG!

Casanova: Poor Lancie. You really are so predictable.

Captain Amazing: We've always been each other's greatest nemesises... uh, nemesee... wh-what's the plural on that?

Casanova Frankenstein: [Wearily] Nemeses.

Captain Amazing: Whatever. You're going to prison for life this time, Casanova. You see, here in Champion City we still do a fairly brisk trade... in justice.

Casanova: I thought it was all about publicity and keeping your sponsors happy.

Captain Amazing: See, it's that kind of cynicism that I truly feel is starting to poison society.

Casanova Frankenstein: Captain Amazing — what a surprise.

Captain Amazing: Really? I'm not so sure about that. Your first night of freedom and you blow up the asylum. Interesting choice. I knew you couldn't change.

Casanova: I knew you'd know that.

Captain Amazing: Oh, I know. And I knew you'd know I'd know you knew.

Casanova: But I didn't. I only knew that you'd know that I knew. Did you know that?

Captain Amazing: ... Of course.

Casanova Frankenstein: Ah, the old Disco Room. Just as I left it.

Tony P: You been locked up for twenty years, Casanova. A lot of things have changed since then.

Casanova Frankenstein: It must have been hard for you, Tony, the way times and styles have changed... hearing the people say that disco is dead...

Tony P: [Snapping] Disco is not dead! Disco is LIFE!

Casanova Frankenstein: Yes, Tony! That is the passion I remember! Stick with me, Tony, and you will dance again... when I rule this town.

Sir Francis Walsingham: Forgive me, Your Majesty, I have failed you.

Queen Elizabeth I: How have you failed me? What am I to forgive you for?

Sir Francis Walsingham: Philip of Spain is a God-fearing man who cannot declare war without a just cause. I intercepted every letter Mary Stuart secretly dispatched but failed to see Spain knew I was reading them. They waited for her to write the words that in my eyes would confirm her treason. Forgive me. I am trapped in my own web.

Queen Elizabeth I: And I ordered Mary's execution. I murdered God's anointed Queen. And now God's most dutiful son makes Holy War to punish me.

Lionel Logue: You still stammered a bit on the "w".

King George VI: Well, I had to throw in a few so they knew it was me.

King George VI: [to the tune of "Swanee River"] In this... grave hour fuck fuck fuck perhaps the most fateful in our history bugger shit shit I send to every household of my... you see "P" is always difficult, even when I'm singing.

Lionel Logue: Bounce onto it. "apeoples".

King George VI: Ape... apeoples, Household of my apeoples both at home and overseas...

Lionel Logue: Beautiful.

King George VI: [to the tune of "Camptown Races"] ...this message doo dah, Spoken with the same depth of feeling doo dah day for each one of you, as if I were able to shit FUCK Bugger cross your threshold and speak to you...

Lionel Logue: In your head now, I have a right to be bloody well heard.

King George VI: Bloody well heard, bloody well heard, bloody well heard, Bloody Well Heard, BLOODY WELL HEARD MYSELF!

Lionel Logue: Now waltz, move, get continuous motion.

King George VI: [to the tune of Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty Waltz"] For the second time in the lives of most of us we are at...

Lionel Logue: We are, take a pause.

King George VI: : Lionel, I can't do this.

Lionel Logue: Bertie, you can do it. Have a look at the last paragraph.

Queen Elizabeth: Bertie, it's time.

Lionel Logue: Myrtle!

King George VI: It's all right.

Lionel Logue: [Motioning] Bertie, over here.

King George VI: Are you all right, Logue?

Lionel Logue: Yes.

King George VI: [getting up and moving to Logue's corner] Well, shouldn't we go through? What is it?

Myrtle Logue: [lost for words] You're... You're..!

Queen Elizabeth: It's "Your Majesty" the first time. After that, it's "ma'am." As in "ham." Not "mum" as in "palm.

Lionel Logue: I haven't told her about us. Sit down, relax.

Queen Elizabeth: I'm told that your husband calls my husband "Bertie," and my husband calls your husband "Lionel." I trust you won't call me "Liz?

Myrtle Logue: [nervously curtsying] Your Majesty, you may call me "Mrs. Logue," ma'am.

Queen Elizabeth: [holding out her hand to shake] Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Logue.

King George VI: Logue, we can't stay here all day.

Lionel Logue: Yes we can. I have to choose the right moment.

King George VI: Logue, you're being a coward.

Lionel Logue: You're damn right.

King George VI: [Getting up and opening the door] Get out there, man!

Lionel Logue: [leaving the office] Hello, Myrtle, darling. You're early. I believe you two have met. But I don't think you know... King George VI.

King George VI: It's very nice to meet you.

Myrtle Logue: [nervously curtsying again] Will their Majesties be staying to dinner?

Queen Elizabeth: [seeing her unease] We would love to, such a treat, but alas... a previous engagement. What a pity.

King George VI: You give a very noble account of yourself.

Lionel Logue: Make inquiries. It's all true.

King George VI: Inquiries have been made. You have no idea who I have... breathing down my neck. I vouched for you. And you have no... credentials.

Lionel Logue: [[World War I|that war; goes to his knees] But lots of success! I can't show you a certificate. There was no training then. Everything I know, I know from experience, and ] was some experience. My plaque says, "L. Logue, Speech Defects", not "Doctor". There are no letters after my name. Lock me in the Tower.

King George VI: I would, if I could.

Lionel Logue: On what charge?

King George VI: [turns away; [George III of the United Kingdom|Mad King George III; Logue is sitting on the coronation throne] Fraud. With war looming you've saddled this nation with a voiceless... king! You've destroyed the happiness of my family, all for the sake of ensnaring a star patient you couldn't... possibly hope to assist! It'll be like ]. Only... Mad King George The Stammerer. Who let his people down so badly in their hour of need- What are you doing? Get up! Y-you can't sit there! GET UP!

Lionel Logue: Why not? It's a chair.

King George VI: [[w:Edward the Confessor|Saint Edward] T-that... that is not "a chair", that is ]'s chair!

Lionel Logue: People have carved their names on it.

King George: Y-y-you... That is the seat on which every king and queen-

Lionel Logue: It's held in place by a large rock.

King George: [[w:Stone of Scone|S-stone of Scone] Th-that is the ]! You are t-trivializing everything...! You trivialize-

Lionel Logue: [talking over him] I don't care how many royal arseholes have sat in this chair.

King George VI: L-listen to me... listen to me!

Lionel Logue: Listen to you? By what right?

King George VI: By divine right, if you must. I am your King!

Lionel Logue: No, you're not. You just told me you didn't want it. Why should I waste my time listening to you?

King George VI: [Logue starts to interrupt] Because I have a right to be heard! I HAVE A VOICE!

Lionel Logue: [pause; stands] Yes, you do. You have such perseverance, Bertie. You're the bravest man I know. You'll make a bloody good king.

King George VI: All that work down the drain. My own brother, I couldn't say a single word to him in reply.

Lionel Logue: Why do you stammer so much more with David than you ever do with me?

King George VI: Cos you're b... bloody well paid to listen.

Lionel Logue: Bertie, I'm not a geisha girl.

King George VI: St... stop trying to be so bloody clever.

Lionel Logue: What is it about David that stops you speaking?

King George VI: What is it about you that bloody well makes you want to go on about it the whole bloody time?

Lionel Logue: Vulgar, but fluent; you don't stammer when you swear.

King George VI: Oh, bugger off!

Lionel Logue: Is that the best you can do?

King George VI: Well... bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard.

Lionel Logue: Oh, a public school prig could do better than that.

King George VI: Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Lionel Logue: Yes!

King George VI: Shit!

Lionel Logue: Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue!

King George VI: Because I'm angry!

Lionel Logue: Do you know the f-word?

King George VI: F... f... fornication?

Lionel Logue: [exasperated] Oh, Bertie!

King George VI: Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse!

Lionel Logue: Yes...

King George VI: Balls, balls...

Lionel Logue: You see, not a hesitation!

King George VI: ...fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and... tits.

Logue's son: Dad, what's going on?

Lionel Logue: Deep breath, and up comes Her Royal Highness... and slowly exhale, and down comes Her Royal Highness...

Elizabeth: You all right, Bertie?

Bertie: Yes.

Elizabeth: It's actually quite good fun.

Lionel Logue: Take a nice deep breath, expand the chest, put your hands onto your ribs, deeper... how do you feel?

Bertie: Full of hot air.

Lionel Logue: Isn't that what public speaking's all about?

Lionel Logue: [as George is lighting up a cigarette] Please don't do that.

Bertie: I'm sorry?

Lionel Logue: I believe sucking smoke into your lungs, well, it'll kill you.

Bertie: My physicians say it relaxes the throat.

Lionel Logue: They're idiots.

Bertie: They've all been knighted.

Lionel Logue: Makes it official, then.

Lionel Logue: What was your earliest memory?

Bertie: What on earth do you mean?

Lionel Logue: Your first recollection.

Bertie: I'm not... here to discuss... personal matters.

Lionel Logue: Why are you here then?

Bertie: BECAUSE I BLOODY WELL STAMMER!

Lionel Logue: You have a bit of a temper.

Bertie: One of... m-my many faults.

Lionel Logue: Do you know any jokes?

Prince Albert, Duke of York: ...Timing isn't my strong suit.

Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, Duchess of York: [Using the name "Mrs. Johnson"] My husband, well... he's required to speak publicly.

Lionel Logue: Perhaps he should change jobs.

Elizabeth: He can't.

Lionel Logue: Indentured servitude?

Elizabeth: Something of that nature, yes.

Lionel Logue: Forget everything else, and just say it to me. Say it to me, as a friend.

Lionel Logue: [to King George VI, upon his learning that Logue has no formal credentials] It's true, I'm not a doctor. And yes, I acted. A bit. Well...I recited in pubs, I taught elocution in schools. When the Great War came, all our soldiers were returning to Australia from the front, a lot of them shell-shocked, unable to speak. Somebody said, "Lionel, you're very good at all this speech stuff, you think you could possibly help these poor buggers?" I did muscle therapy, exercises, relaxation, but I knew I had to go deeper. Those poor young blokes cried out in fear. No one was listening to them. My job was to give them faith in their own voice, and let them know a friend was listening.

Casper: This is Jorge. Very limited English, but very large penis! Isn't that right Jorge?

Jorge: [shrugs] ... okay.

Casper: When you can stop, you don't want to. When you want to stop, you can't.

Sir Francis Walsingham: [[To Norfolk] ] The dead have no titles.

Sir Francis Walsingham: [to a priest he is having tortured] Tell me, what is God to you? Has he abandoned you? Is he such a worldly god that he must play at politics in the filth of conspiracy? Is he not divine? Tell me the truth, as if you were face to face with him now. I'm a patient man, Father.

Sir Francis Walsingham: [to Elizabeth] Madam, if I may. A prince should never flinch from being blamed for acts of ruthlessness which are necessary for safeguarding the state and their own person. You must take these things so much to heart that you do not fear to strike. Even the very nearest that you have if they be implicated.

Sir Francis Walsingham: I say a prince should rather be slow to take action and should watch that he does not come to be afraid of his own shadow.

Barbossa: Still thinking of running, Jack? Think you can outrun the world?...You know, the problem with being the last of anything, by and by, there'll be none left at all.

Jack: Sometimes things come back, mate. We're living proof, you and me.

Barbossa: Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it? There's never a guarantee of coming back. But passing on, that's dead certain.

Jack: Summoning the Brethren Court then, is it?

Barbossa: It's our only hope, lad.

Jack: That's a sad commentary in and of itself.

Barbossa: The world used to be a bigger place.

Jack Sparrow: The world's still the same. There's just...less in it.

William Turner: Jack?

Hector Barbossa: It's not possible.

Jack Sparrow: Not probable.

Turner: Where is Elizabeth?

Sparrow: She's safe, just like I promised. She's all set to marry Norrington, just like she promised. And you get to die for her, just like you promised. So we're all men of our word, really... except for Elizabeth, who is, in fact, a woman.

Barbossa: Shut up! You're next!

Bo'sun: [to Pintel and Ragetti] You two! You brought us the wrong person!

Pintel: No! She had the medallion. She was the proper age!

Ragetti: She said her name was Turner. You heard her. I think she lied to us

Twigg: You brought us here for nothing!

Barbossa: I won't take questions or second guesses, not from the likes of you, Master Twigg.

Koehler: Who's to blame? Every decision you've made has led us from bad to worse!

Mallot: It was you who sent Bootstrap to the depths!

Bo'sun: [the cursed crew draw out their weapons and turn them on Barbossa] And it's you who brought us here in the first place!

Barbossa: [drawing his own sword] If any coward here dare challenge me, let him speak! Hmm?

Koehler: I say we cut her throat and spill all her blood! Just in case.

Barbossa: There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took em all. We spent em and traded em and frittered em away on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave em away, the more we came to realize, the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner. Compelled by greed, we were, but now we are consumed by it. There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.

Elizabeth: And the blood to be repaid?

Barbossa: That's why there's no sense to be killin ya, yet. Apple?

Elizabeth: Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal.

Barbossa: There are a lot of long words in there, Miss; we're naught but humble pirates. What is it that you want?

Elizabeth: I want you to leave and never come back.

Barbossa: I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means "no".

Elizabeth: [dangles medallion over the sea] Very well. I'll drop it.

Barbossa: [Nonchalantly at first, then curious] Me holds are burstin with swag. That bit of shine matters to us? Why?

Elizabeth: It's what you've been searching for. I recognize this ship! I saw it eight years ago on the crossing from England!

Barbossa: Did ya, now?

Elizabeth: Fine. Well, I suppose if it is worthless then there's no point in me keeping it.

Barbossa: No! Ah... You have a name, Missy?

Elizabeth: Elizabeth... Turner. I'm a maid in the Governor's household.

Barbossa: Miss Turner...?

Pintel: [to Raggetti] Bootstrap.

Barbossa: And how does a maid come to own a trinket such as that? Family heirloom, perhaps?

Elizabeth: [uncertain] I didn't steal it, if that's what you mean.

Barbossa: Very well, you hand it over and we'll put your town to our rudder and ne'er return.

Elizabeth: [she hands it over] Our bargain?

Bo'sun: [after a nod from Barbossa] Still the guns and stow em. Signal the men, set the flags and make good to clear port.

Elizabeth: Wait! You have to take me to shore. According to the Code of the Order of the Brethren-

Barbossa: {{anchor|guidelines}}First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement so I must do nothing. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the pirate's code to apply and you're not. And thirdly, the Code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner!