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Thomas jefferson: [''places hand on [[Bible; [God; [Virginia; [years; [freedom; ''removed hand from Bible''; [Paris; [me; [purpose; [learning; [culinary art|art; [French; [cookery; [Monticello; [service; [taught; [persons; ''holds out Bible'']     I swear by Almighty ] that upon my return to the state of ], I shall, within a period of not more than two ], give his ] to James Hemings.    Since, however, James was brought to ] at great expense to ] for the ] of ] the ] of ] ], he shall continue to reside at ] in my ] until he shall have ] the same art to such ] as I shall place under him.    Do you swear?

James Hemings: [''places hand on Bible'']     I swear.

Thomas jefferson: [''withdraws Bible from James Hemings; presumably places his own hand again upon Bible''; [promise; [sister; [freed; [death; [children; [born]     I also hereby ] and declare that Sally Hemings, ] of James, shall be ] upon my ].  Likewise all ] ] to her shall be freed from my ownership, or that of my heirs, upon reaching the age of twenty-one.  Do you swear it, Patsy?

Patsy jefferson:   I swear.

Patsy Jefferson: [[Virginia; [servants; [Slaves; [certain; [hate; [know] He is the best master in all of ], but he is the master, and they're the ].  ]!  And I am ] that they ] us—yes, I ] they do.

Patsy Jefferson: [[marry; [vowed; [mother|mama; [death] He will never ] again because that is what he ] to my ] on her ]bed.

Patsy Jefferson: [''on the verge of [[tears; [eye]   There's something in my ].

Polly Perkins: Joe, I wanna ask you something and I want you to tell me the truth. I don't care one way or the other, I swear. I just need to know. The girl in Nanjing was Franky wasn't it?

Joseph Sullivan: Polly...

Polly Perkins: How long were you seeing her?

Joseph Sullivan: Look me in the eyes. I never fooled around on you. Never.

Polly Perkins: I sabotaged your plane.

Joseph Sullivan: Three months.

Polly Perkins: I knew it! I can't believe I ever trusted you, you lousy...

Captain Francesca Cook: You're all clear. Good luck, Joe.

Joseph Sullivan: Thank you, Franky. We'll take it from here.

Polly Perkins: She's some kind of girl.

Joseph Sullivan: Yes, I know. I'm taking us up.

Joseph Sullivan: What?

Polly Perkins: Nanjing'?

Joseph Sullivan: [''shouts''; ''They took off''] I can't hear you, Polly! You'll have to speak up!

Captain Francesca Cook: [''over the radio''] Keep your nose up, Joseph. You always were bad at the short takeoff.

Joseph Sullivan: Keep up, Franky. I don't wanna have to come back for you.

Polly Perkins: I thought you takeoff was just fine.

Joseph Sullivan: Thank you, Polly.

Polly Perkins: So you heard that, did you?

British Officer: Commander, we've lost power to the forward rotors. We're losing altitude.

Captain Francesca Cook: All engines, reverse full. Get us out of here.

Joseph Sullivan: Francesca, you've got to get me on that island.

Captain Francesca Cook: I'm not about to risk the lives of my men for one of your silly antics.

Joseph Sullivan: He's got Dex.

Captain Francesca Cook: Rescind order! You´ll never make it from the air. We have to find you another way.

Joseph Sullivan: There's a tidal flow on the eastern face of the island.

Captain Francesca Cook: It's too deep. We're not rated past 100 meters. But... this area here, there's an undersea inlet at the southern tip and it runs beneath the entire length of the island. That is your only way in. Everything else is sheer rock to the edge of the water.

Polly Perkins: What about those machines? How do we get past them?

Captain Francesca Cook: Leave that to me. Alert the amphibious squadron!

Captain Francesca Cook: Reconnaissance located an island three kilometers northeast of our current position. It is not, however, on any of our charts.

Polly Perkins: That has to be him.

Captain Francesca Cook: That has to be who? What have you gotten me into this time, Joseph?

Joseph Sullivan: Nothing you can't handle, Franky.

Joseph Sullivan: Polly, try not to touch anything.

Polly Perkins: There's nothing there. Are you sure you did it right?

Joseph Sullivan: [''marks another spot on the map, just short of making it to the first spot''] I'm sure. If the old man was right, that's where Totenkopf is now. Dead center in the middle of nowhere.

Polly Perkins: What's that point there?

Joseph Sullivan: That's where we run out of fuel.

Polly Perkins: You should've let me go back for my film.

Joseph Sullivan: You're right, I should've.

Polly Perkins: Oh, great. We're safe.

Joseph Sullivan: Polly, this may be our last moment together. There's something I need to ask you.

Polly Perkins: Yes, Joe?

Joseph Sullivan: Did you cut my fuel line?

Polly Perkins: Damn it! I didn't sabotage your lousy airplane!

Joseph Sullivan: Fine.

Polly Perkins: Our last moments on Earth and this is all you have to say?

Joseph Sullivan: Could we just die for once without all this bickering?

Polly Perkins: We went underwater.

Joseph Sullivan: Dex rigged it up. Got the idea from one of his comic books.

Polly Perkins: You mean, you knew this the whole time, and you let me think we were gonna crash? I thought you were gonna die! You should have said something!

Joseph Sullivan: Look, Polly, it was your idea to tag along, not mine. If you can't take it, that's not my fault.

Polly Perkins: Oh, I can't take it. I can take anything you dish out

Joseph Sullivan: Good, because that was nothing.

Joseph Sullivan: It's a dead end.

Polly Perkins: That's not supposed to be there.

Joseph Sullivan: [''shouts''] It's a dead end!

Polly Perkins: There's no way out!

Joseph Sullivan: Oh, bugger.

Polly Perkins: There's the lead ship!

Joseph Sullivan: Shortcut, heh!

Polly Perkins: I got us here, didn't I?

Polly Perkins: It's been three years, Joe. You're not still mad at me, are you? Can't even remember what we were fighting about.

Joseph Sullivan: You sabotaged my plane.

Polly Perkins: Right.

Joseph Sullivan: I spent six months in a Manchurian slave camp because of you. They were gonna cut off my fingers.

Polly Perkins: Joe, for the last time, I didn't sabotage your damn airplane!

Joseph Sullivan: All so you could get a photograph of Tojo Hideki in his bathrobe, remember?

Polly Perkins: You know, I'm starting to think that you've invented this whole sabotage nonsense to cover the fact that you were running around on me with your little mystery girl the whole time we were in Nanjing.

Joseph Sullivan: [''Polly laughs''] What?

Polly Perkins: I missed you. Thanks for saving my life today.

Joseph Sullivan: Oh, you were down there.

Polly Perkins: You missed me, too? How nice.

Joseph Sullivan: [''flies over the sidewalk where Polly is standing''] Polly.

Polly Perkins: [''snaps a picture of Sky Captain flying overhead''] Joe.

Editor Paley: What's going on? They're calling for midtown to evacuate.

Polly Perkins: Listen, Mr. Paley, I don't have time for this. I need you to dig up anything you can about a Dr. Walter Jennings, and someone named Totenkopf. An address, a phone number, anything you can. It's important.

Editor Paley: Quick as you can. Polly, listen to me. I want you to get out of there. I want you to put the phone down, close your notepad and get the hell out of there.

Polly Perkins: [''about the robots''] Wait a minute. I can see something now coming into sight above the Palisades. They're crossing Sixth Avenue... Fifth Avenue... they're a hundred yards away...

Editor Paley: Polly, Polly!

Polly Perkins: Oh, my God.

Editor Paley: I don't like this business you're getting yourself into.

Polly Perkins: I'll be just fine, Mr. Paley. You know what a careful girl I am.

Editor Paley: I move my mouth, words come out, you don't hear.

Polly Perkins: [''smiles''] I'm late for a movie.

Editor Paley: I don't like it when you smile at me.

Polly Perkins: You don't like my smile?

Editor Paley: I don't like what's behind it! Listen, Polly, six scientists are missing, probably dead. Somebody out there means business. I don't want you in the middle of it.

Polly Perkins: It's only a movie, Mr. Paley. I'll bring you some popcorn.

Polly Perkins: Doctor, you said you knew who was next.

Dr. Jennings: Yes, well... don't you see it? There is only one left.

Polly Perkins: Who? Who is it, doctor?

Dr. Jennings: Me! He's coming for me.

Polly Perkins: Who? Who's coming?

Dr. Jennings: Totenkopf... it's Totenkopf!

Polly Perkins: [''while crying after realizing she wasted one of two pictures left in the camera''] While we were running, I shot the ground!

Polly Perkins: [''after she smashes the window in the door at Dr. Jennings' office, then reaches through and unlocks it''] It's open.

Polly Perkins: [''seeing that the box behind which she and Joe have sought shelter from an explosion is labeled "dynamite"''] Oh, great... we're safe.

Polly Perkins: It's only a movie, Mr. Paley. I'll bring you some popcorn.

Polly Perkins: [''describing the robot invasion to her editor''] They've reached Sixth Avenue. They've reached Fifth Avenue. They're a hundred yards away. Oh, my God.

Sydney: Where did this thing go wrong?

Clementine: Because he thought that he was smart and I was stupid...and I'm not stupid.

Sydney: Well, this is a pretty stupid situation, isn't it?

Clementine: We'll see how fucking stupid I am when we get my money, won't we?

Sydney: You know the first thing they should have taught you at hooker school? You get the money up front.

Clementine: Fuck you.

John: Syd, don't talk to her like that.

Sydney: I'm having a conversation.

John: Don't talk to her like that.

Sydney: Shut the fuck up.

John: I'm warning you, Syd! Don't fucking talk to her like that! She's my wife! We got married this afternoon.

Sydney: Here's a robe and some stuff for you.

Clementine: Captain?

Sydney: Yeah?

Clementine: Do you wanna fuck me?

Sydney: Do you think that?

Clementine: Well, you brought me here.

Sydney: Do you think that?

Clementine: I don't know.

Sydney: You should know before you ask a question like that.

Clementine: Well, you're being nice to me--

Sydney: So you'd think I'd want that?

Clementine: If you wanted to fuck me--

Sydney: Stop saying that.

Clementine: It just seemed like--

Sydney: Well, don't let it seem that way. This is a comfortable bed for you. I want you to sleep on it...to give you something to--a place to have a nice shower and a bed.

Clementine: Don't get angry.

Sydney: No, I'm not...because I understand...how you could ask a question like that.

Clementine: Now you really look at me as a piece of shit.

Sydney: No.

Clementine: All right.

Sydney: [at the cocktail lounge] Tell me something. Are you required to flirt, to behave as you do toward that table of men over there? Maybe... it's some part of your job?

Clementine: Uh, they don't say to do it.

Sydney: But if you don't?

Clementine: Well, then I get questioned, like: "Why were so rude to them?", and, I mean, I can't talk back. I can't tell them to fuck off and leave me alone.

Sydney: As a rule?

Clementine: I'd also lose the tip.

Sydney: Sounds like an occupational hazard.

Estella: Let's say there was a little girl, and from the time she could understand, she was taught to fear... let's say she was taught to fear daylight. She was taught that it was her enemy, that it would hurt her. And then one sunny day, you ask her to go outside and play and she won't. You can't be angry at her, can you?

Estella: We are who we are. People don't change.

William Shakespeare: I'm done with theater. The playhouse is for dreamers. Look what the dream brought us.

Viola De Lesseps: It was we ourselves did that. And for my life to come, I would not have it otherwise.

Viola De Lesseps: I would not have thought it: there IS something better than a play!

William Shakespeare: There is.

Viola De Lesseps: Even your play.

William Shakespeare: Hmm?

Viola De Lesseps: And that was only my first try.

Viola De Lesseps: I have never undressed a man before.

William Shakespeare: It is strange to me, too.

Viola de Lesseps: [as Thomas Kent] Tell me how you love her, Will.

William Shakespeare: Like a sickness and its cure together.

Viola De Lesseps: Write me well.

Viola De Lesseps: [to her Nurse] I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No... not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love - like there has never been in a play.

Viola De Lesseps: I would stay asleep my whole life, if I could dream myself into a company of players.

Marge Sherwood: The thing with Dickie... it's like the sun shines on you, and it's glorious. And then he forgets you and it's very, very cold.

Tom Ripley: That ring is superb.

Marge Sherwood: Oh, Tom, I love you! See?

Dickie Greenleaf: I had to promise, capital p, to never take it off. Otherwise I'd give it to you.

Marge Sherwood: Isn't it great? I found it in Naples. I had to bargain for it for about two weeks!

Dickie Greenleaf: Uh, I hope it wasn't cheap, Marge?

Marge Sherwood: Oh, it was!

Marge Sherwood: [about Tom] I like him.

Dickie Greenleaf: Marge, you like everybody.

Tom Ripley: [Imitating Marge's voice; imitating Dickie's voice] I like him. Marge, you like everybody.

Dickie Greenleaf: Everybody should have one talent, what's yours?

Tom Ripley: Telling lies, forging signatures and impersonating almost anybody.

Dickie Greenleaf: That's three. Nobody should have more than one talent. So, do an impression.

Tom Ripley: What, now?

Dickie Greenleaf: Yeah.

Tom Ripley: [imitating Dickie's father] The only talent my son has is for cashing his allowance.

Dickie Greenleaf: [stunned] What?

Tom Ripley: Oh, I love to sail, believe me, I love to sail. Instead, I make sailboats, and other people sail them.

Dickie Greenleaf: Stop! It's too much. You're making the hairs on my neck stand up!

Tom Ripley: Oh, yes, jazz? Let's face it, jazz is insolent noise.

Dickie Greenleaf: It's like he's here. Horrible, like the old bastard's here! That's brilliant! Brilliant! How do you know him?

Tom Ripley: Oh, I met him in New York.

Dickie Greenleaf: Marge, you have to hear this! This is scary. Marge Sherwood, I'd like you to meet my father, Herbert Richard Greenleaf, the First.

Tom Ripley: How do you do, Marge. Dickie's made a fine catch. I know Emily thinks so.

Marge Sherwood: I... I don't get it.

Dickie Greenleaf: It's uncanny!

Tom Ripley: [turning to Dickie] Could you ever conceive of going to Italy, Tom? Bring him back?

Dickie Greenleaf: [confused] What?

Tom Ripley: I'd pay you if you would go to Italy and persuade my son to come home. I'd pay you a thousand dollars.

Marge Sherwood: [crying] Dick? Dickie? I know you can hear me. What am I doing, chasing you around...? I was going to say I would count to three and if you didn't open the door, but I won't count any more. On you. I won't count on you any more. Whatever it is, whatever you've done or haven't done, you've broken my heart. That's one thing I know you're guilty of, and I don't know why. I don't know why, I just don't know why...

Marge Sherwood: Why is it when men play they always play at killing each other?

Kay Stone: Let me ask you something. Do you make money at this little table tennis thing?

Somerset: Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you, Tracy?

Tracy: David and I are gonna have a baby.

Somerset: [baffled] Oh, Tracy... I don't think I'm the one to talk to about this...

Tracy: I hate this city.

Somerset: [sighs] I had a relationship once. It was very much like a marriage. We got pregnant. This was long time ago. I remember getting up one morning and going to work. Just another day like any other, except it was the first day after I knew about … pregnancy. And I felt this fear for the first time ever. I remember thinking, "How can I bring a child into a world like this? How can a person grow up with all this around them?" I told her I didn't want to have it, and over the next few weeks, I wore her down.

Tracy: I want to have children.

Somerset: [Tracy starts crying] I can tell you now that I know … I mean, I'm positive … that I made the right decision. But there's not a day that passes that I don't wish that I had made a different choice. If you don't keep the baby – I mean, if that's your decision – don't ever tell him that you were pregnant. But if you choose to have this baby, you spoil that kid every chance you get. That's about all the advice I can give you, Tracy.

Pepper Potts: I have your clothes here; they've been dry-cleaned and pressed. And there's a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go.

Everheart: You must be the famous Pepper Potts.

Pepper: [smiling] Indeed I am.

Everheart: After all these years, Tony still has you picking up the dry cleaning.

Pepper: [still smiling] I do anything and everything Mr. Stark requires. Including, occasionally, taking out the trash. Will that be all?