Heath LedgerQuotes

Sonny Grotowski: You hate me. You hate me, don't you? Answer me! You hate me, don't you?

Hank Grotowski: Yeah, I hate you. I always did.

Sonny Grotowski: Well, I've always loved you.

Claire: I would like to know what is at the center of your world.

Robbie: Center of my world? Wow, you're not monkeyin around.

Claire: Why? It's very simple, this question.

Robbie: Hm, well, I'm 22. I guess I would say me.

Claire: I suppose you are honest.

Robbie: Don't you think that you're the center or that you should be the center? Thinking with your own head, talking with your own mouth?

Claire: Yes, but there are things in the world, too, that are important.

President Nixon: [trails off] I have asked for this radio and television time tonight for the purpose of announcing that we today have concluded an agreement to end the war and bring peace with honor in Vietnam and in southeast Asia. The following statement is being issued at this moment in Washington and Hanoi: At 12:30 Paris time today, January 23, 1973 …

Robbie: That's when she knew it was over for good. The longest running war in television history. The war that hung like a shadow over the same nine years as her marriage. So why was it suddenly so hard to breathe?

Gabriel Martin: I've come to call on Anne.

Gabriel Martin: I've come to call on Anne.

Peter Howard: Well, of course you call yourself a man!

Anne Howard Martin: Father, stop it! You heard him!

Peter Howard: Well, call on her!

Gabriel Martin: If we win this war, a lot of things will change.

Soldier Occam: What will change?

Gabriel Martin: They call this the New World. It's not. It's the same as the old. But we have the chance to build a new world. A world where all men are created equal under God.

Soldier Occam: Equal... sounds good.

Benjamin Martin: [[w:Battle of Camden|Camden; [w:Siege of Charleston|Charleston] I've just read into the mind of a genius. Cornwallis knows more about war then any of us could ever hope to learn in a dozen lifetimes. His victories at ] and ] were perfect. Perfect. The thing is, he knows that... and perhaps that's his weakness.

Gabriel Martin: Sir?

Benjamin Martin: Pride. Pride's a weakness.

Major Jean Villeneuve: Personally, I would prefer stupidity.

Benjamin Martin: Pride will do.

Gabriel Martin: But I considerate myself fortunate to be serving the cause of Liberty. And though I fear death, each day in prayer I reaffirm my willingness, if necessary, to give my life in its service. Pray for me, but above all, pray for the cause. (from a letter written to his brother Thomas)

Superintendent Hare: Do you mind if I have this?

Boy: Hey look! It's Ned Kelly!

Boys: Ned! Hey, Ned!

Ned Kelly: [narrating] Such is life.

Intertitle: Despite petitions for a pardon that bore a total of 32,000 signatures, Ned Kelly was hanged on 11th of November, 1880.

Intertitle: He was 25 years old.

The Great Orlando: Knights in shining armour!

Ned Kelly: Curnow stopped the train.

Steve Hart: Jesus.

Dan Kelly: What does this mean?

Ned Kelly: Hare's on his way.

Dan Kelly: You mean we didn't get any of em.

Ned Kelly: Not a soul.

Joe Byrne: There'll be a hundred of em. At least.

Ned Kelly: You okay Dan?

Dan Kelly: Yeah I'm okay Ned.

Ned Kelly: Steve?

Steve Hart: A short life. And a merry one.

Ned Kelly: Joe?

Joe Byrne: We're gonna give them a good old fight, or aren't we?

Ned Kelly: That's that then. Alright, everyone listen to me. We're getting you out of here.

Ned Kelly: [narrating] So our plans were set. One, the traitor, Aaron Sherritt; dead, as arranged. Two; the police special from Benalla coming to meet us, the line torn up to send the train to hell, as arranged. Three; Superintendent Hare, if he lives, easily worth an outlaw's mother. And four; the townspeople out of harms way, drinks on us, as arranged.

Ned Kelly: I spose you're the Great Orlando.

The Great Orlando: That I am.

Ned Kelly: [raising their guns] Well, I'm the Great Ned Kelly, and this here's the Fabulous Joe Byrne. We'd like to join your circus.

Julia Cook: Don't make me grieve for you

Ned Kelly: I ain't dead yet!

Dan Kelly: Where do you think Da is, heaven or hell?

Ned Kelly: No. He... he wouldn't be in hell, you know. He wasn't such a bad fella. He... he was just a dumb paddy who got picked on his whole life. And that does something to your pride, you know?

Ned Kelly: The country belongs to us.

Woman in Crowd: Yeah.

Man in Crowd: That's right.

Ned Kelly: And we'll go wherever we like.

Old Man: I say, give me that back. That blackguard just stole my watch.

Steve Hart: They say the Lord helps those who help themselves.

Ned Kelly: Give him back his watch.

Steve Hart: What?

Ned Kelly: You heard what I said. I said give him back his damn watch.

Steve Hart: Have you gone simple all of a sudden. We're robbing a bank.

Ned Kelly: Listen here, kid. This is the last time I tell you. Give him back his damn watch.

Old Man: You're not innocent men. You're a bunch of common criminals.

Ned Kelly: [jumps the counter and talks to all the captive people.; places his gun on the counter.; looks around.; Superintendent Hare and the three police constables went up the stairs, back to bank when Joe begins writing.] Now did you hear that? If we act like common thieves, that's just what they'll call us. My mother is rotting away in a prison cell. Because of the lies of a policeman named Fitzpatrick. She's an innocent woman, and so are these boys here. My Irish brethren have been imprisoned unlawfully and blacklisted from their selections. How do you expect me to behave other than to stand up against this treatment. Any one of you here can take a shot at me and not be charged for it. There's me gun. Any of you feeling brave enough, go ahead. No? That's what I thought. So if I can beg your patience, this is my statement to the Premier of Victoria, Graham Berry, and you here are my witnesses. Joe, take out a pen and paper. We'll write ourselves a letter.

Ned Kelly: Dear sir. Dear sir.

Graham Berry: [reading the letter] Dear sir. I wish to acquaint you with some of the occurrences of the present, past and the future. It will pay government to give those people who are suffering-

Ned Kelly: Justice and liberty.

Graham Berry: Justice and liberty. I seek revenge for the evil name given me and my relations. By the light that shines, this is my warning.

Ned Kelly: My brother and sisters and mother have to put up with the brutal and cowardly conduct of a parcel of-

Graham Berry: Big, ugly-

Ned Kelly: Big, ugly, fat-necked -

Graham Berry: Fat-necked -

Dan Kelly: Wombat headed.

Ned Kelly: Wombat headed.

Graham Berry: Wombat headed, big-bellied, -

Woman: Magpie legged.

Ned Kelly: Magpie legged. Thank you very much, ma'am. Joe, write that down. Magpie legged.

Graham Berry: Narrow-hipped, splaw-footed, sons of Irish bailiffs -

Ned Kelly: Or English landlords, better known as what? The Victorian police.

Graham Berry: This section here you might find less amusing, Superintendent.

Ned Kelly: I give fair warning to all those who have reason to fear me, not to attempt to reside in Victoria. Neglect this and abide by the consequences which shall be worse than the rust in the wheat. I do not wish to give this order full force without timely warning but I am an widows son outlawed and my orders must be obeyed!

Ned Kelly: [narrating] So I killed their policemen and I robbed their banks, but burning their mortgages, well, that was destroying crown property. It was like slapping Queen Victoria herself across the face. So they send in Hare, Superintendent Francis Hare, late of Cape Town, South Africa. And wasn't this the challenge of your whole life Superintendent? A feather in your cap. You can't catch me. You don't have a hope of catching me. So you take my friends instead. Over a hundred men arrested. Stuck in stinkin cells without trial while their crops perish in the fields. And guess what? Not one of em caves in and tries to claim the reward. Not one of em. They loved me just the same and hated you all the more, didn't they? Did you really think I was gonna let em all rot?

Old Man on verandah: Handsome looking horse you got there, Ned. You're cuttin a flash, all right.

Ned Kelly: [sees a policeman up ahead] Ah, great.

Constable Hall: You're Ned Kelly, aren't ya? Red Kelly's boy?

Ned Kelly: [Jane gets off horse] Get down Jane. .

Constable Hall: Fine animal you got there. Distinctive, wouldn't you say?

Ned Kelly: She's Wild Wright's.

Constable Hall: That's the postmaster's mare.

Ned Kelly: No, it isn't. It's Wild Wright's. He lost her when she bolted into the bushes.

Constable Hall: You're a liar, Kelly.

Ned Kelly: No, I'm not. I found her this morning, grazing.

Constable Hall: She's been reported stolen.

Ned Kelly: Stolen, my arse!

Constable Hall: A horse thief! It's not your horse!

Ned Kelly: [pulled down from the horse.] Get your hands off me!

Constable Hall: [Horse runs away, Ned jogs after it to no avail.] You're under arrest! Stand, Kelly, or I swear to God, I'll shoot you down.

Ned Kelly: I was only going after the horse.

Constable Hall: [gun shoots] You were trying to escape, you blaggard. You're just as thick as your bloody father.

Ned Kelly: Jesus Christ! Now, what are you trying to do? I could've tanned your hide for that.

Constable Hall: Strike an officer, and you'll bloody swing for it!

Ned Kelly: [Pushes Constable Hall down to the ground] Strike you down to the ground! No blows struck yet, Constable Hall!

Constable Hall: Help me someone!

Ned Kelly: Help him! Help Constable Hall! Poor Constable Hall! He's such a fuckin rat'!

Constable Hall: [Other police officers run up to grab Ned] He's trying to kill me, the rascally blaggard! Help me someone!

Ned Kelly: [Hall hits him with gun butt; Hall hits him again] Stand put! Go on! Put me down! He tried to shoot me for Christ's sake! All right! All right! Is that the best you can do, you bloody coward? Go on. I can take it.

Officer: [orders Hall to stop; looks at Ned got blood on his head badly hurt] That's enough!

Intertitle: Australia, 1871

Ned Kelly: [narrating] I was the hero of Hughes Creek. I can still see the glint in me Da's eye as he looked down at me, his hand on me shoulder. What did he call me that day? Ah, what did Da call me? That's right. He called me Sunshine.

Ned Kelly: [last words] Such is life.

Ned Kelly: What I best recall is riding alone with the sun behind me, seeing me own shadow cantering ahead against the roadside weeds and willows, and leaving me stretched far behind galloping to chase it. Like a centaur in the picture books.

Ned Kelly: So our plans were set. One, the traitor, Aaron Sherritt; dead, as arranged. Two; the police special from Benalla coming to meet us, the line torn up to send the train to hell, as arranged. Three; Superintendent Hare, if he lives, easily worth an outlaw's mother. And four; the townspeople out of harms way, drinks on us, as arranged.

Ned Kelly: They say the trouble with the Irish is that they rely too much on dreams and not enough on gunpowder. Whereas the English were shy on dreams, as usual, but had plenty of the other. Now we had both.

Ned Kelly: There's a certain type of black tribesman that bends in the wind. Blends into the background. Mostly he employs the help of the dead to destroy other people. "The Night Dancer", they call him.

Ned Kelly: And wasn't this the challenge of your whole life, Superintendent? A feather in your cap? You can't catch me. You don't have a hope of catching me, so you take my friends instead - over a hundred men arrested, stuck in stinking cells without trial while their crops perish in the fields. And guess what? Not one of em caves in and tries to claim the reward. Not one of em. They loved me the just same and hated you all the more, didn't they? Did you really think I was gonna let em all rot?

Ned Kelly: They said I'd lost what it meant to be human, maybe never had it in the first place, but wasn't this about protecting the ones I loved? The ones who gave me food, and shelter, even the clothes on me back? And therefore wasn't it now a war?

Ned Kelly: I've never shot a man, but if I do, so help me God, you'll be the first!

Ned Kelly: What I best recall is riding alone with the sun behind me, seeing me own shadow cantering ahead against the roadside weeds and willows, and leaving me stretched far behind galloping to chase it. Like a centaur in the picture books.

Ned Kelly: I wore it seriously, me hero's sash of green and gold - proof that I'd saved a life as well.

Ned Kelly: I was the hero of Hughes Creek. I can still see the glint in me Da's eye as he looked down at me, his hand on me shoulder. What did he call me that day? Ah, what did Da call me? That's right. He called me Sunshine.

Jacob Grimm: Angelika, we'll find your sisters. All right, we'll bring them back.

Will Grimm: [getting angry; he kicks Jacob] Bring back her sisters? Bring them back? Bring them back with what? Magic beans?

Jacob Grimm: Why do you say that?

Will Grimm: Magic beans don't work! They don't bring people back to life! They did not then and they will not now!

Will Grimm: What do you say, Jake? A little chit, a little chat.

Jacob Grimm: A little huff, a little puff. Thank you very much, Will.

Dan: What if that was it?

Candy: That was what?

Dan: The last shot.

Candy: I wouldn't care...

Dan: Everything we ever did, we did with the best of intentions. But events tumbled and the years piled up. The world is very b think; I couldn't breathe. I was waiting for her to come back because she was everything. She was everything to me.

Dan: They say for every ten years you've been a junkie, you'll have spent seven of them waiting. On the one hand it anxiety was a full time job.

Dan: We had a lot going for us. We'd found the secret glue that held all things together. In a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete.

Dan: The future was a thing that gleamed, the present was so very very good...

Dan: I wasn't trying to wreck Candy's life. I was trying to make mine better.

Dan: When I first met Candy, those were like the days of "juice" when everything was bountiful.

Lureen Twist: I thought Brokeback Mountain might be around where he grew up. Knowing Jack, it might be some pretend-place: where bluebirds sing and there's a whiskey spring.

Ennis Del Mar: No ma'am we, we was herding sheep on Brokeback one summer, back in 63.

Lureen Twist: Well, he said it was his favorite place. I thought he meant "to get drunk." He drank a lot.

Alma Beers Del Mar: You still go fishing with Jack Twist?

Ennis Del Mar: Not often.

Alma Beers Del Mar: You know, I used to wonder how come you never brought any trouts home. You always said you caught plenty, and you know how me and the girls like fish. So one night I got your creel case(ph) open the night before you went on one of your little trips — price tag's still on it after five years — and I tied a note to the end of the line. It said, Hello, Ennis, bring some fish home. Love. Alma. And then you come back looking all perky and said you caught a bunch of browners and you ate them up. Do you remember? I looked in that case first chance I got, and there was my note still tied there. That rod hadn't touched water in its life.

Ennis Del Mar: Don't mean nothing, Alma.

Ennis Del Mar: If you don't want no more of my kids, I'll be happy to leave you alone.

Alma Beers Del Mar: I'd have em if you'd support em.

Ennis Del Mar: I'm gonna tell you this one time, Jack fuckin Twist, an I ain't foolin'. What I don't know – all them things I don't know – could get you killed if I come to know them. I ain't jokin'.

Jack Twist: Yeah well try this one, and I'll say it just once!

Ennis Del Mar: Go ahead!

Jack Twist: Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together, fuckin real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn't want it, Ennis! So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain! Everything's built on that, that's all we got boy, fuckin all. So I hope you know that, if you don't never know the rest! You count the damn few times we have been together in nearly twenty years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on, and then you ask me about Mexico and tell me you'll kill me for needing somethin I don't hardly never get. You have no idea how bad it gets! I'm not you... I can't make it on a coupla high-altitude fucks once or twice a year! You are too much for me Ennis, you son of a whoreson bitch... I wish I knew how to quit you.

Ennis Del Mar: Well why don't you? Why don't you just let me be, huh? Because of you, Jack, that I'm like this. I'm nothing... and nowhere.

Jack Twist: Ennis...

Ennis Del Mar: Get the fuck off me!

Jack Twist: Sorry... it's all right. Damn you, Ennis!

Ennis Del Mar: I can't stand it anymore, Jack!

Jack Twist: That's more words than you've spoke in the past two weeks.

Ennis Del Mar: Hell, that's the most I've spoke in a year.

Ennis Del Mar: I tell ya there... there were these two old guys ranched up together, down home. Earl and Rich. And they was the joke of town, even though they were pretty tough ol birds. Anyway they... they found Earl dead in an irrigation ditch. Took a tire iron to im. Spurred him up, drug him round by his dick till it pulled off.

Jack Twist: You seen this?

Ennis Del Mar: I wasn't but nine years old. My daddy, he made sure me and brother seen it. Hell, for all I know, he done the job.

Jack Twist: Once in a while. Every four fuckin years?

Ennis Del Mar: If you can't fix it, Jack, you gotta stand it.

Jack Twist: For how long?

Ennis Del Mar: For as long as we can ride it. There ain't no reins on this one.

Jack Twist: Is there anything interesting up there in heaven?

Ennis Del Mar: [looking up at night sky] I was just sending up a prayer of thanks.

Jack Twist: For what?

Ennis Del Mar: For you forgettin to bring that harmonica. I'm enjoying the peace and quiet.

Jack Twist: You know it could be like this, just like this, always.

Ennis Del Mar: Yeah, how you figure that?

Ennis Del Mar: You got your wife and baby in Texas and, you know, I got my life in Riverton.

Jack Twist: That so? You and Alma, that's a life.

Ennis Del Mar: Now you shut up about Alma. This ain't her fault. The bottom line is...we're around each other and...this thing grabs hold of us again...in the wrong place...in the wrong time...we're dead.

Ennis Del Mar: Well, I guess I'll see you around, huh?.

Jack Twist: ...Right.

Ennis Del Mar: You know I'm not no queer.

Jack Twist: Me neither.

Jack Twist: Jack Twist.

Ennis Del Mar: Ennis.

Jack Twist: Your folks just stopped at Ennis?

Ennis Del Mar: Del Mar.

Jack Twist: Nice to know you, Ennis Del Mar.

Ennis Del Mar: (mourning Jack's death) Jack, I swear...

Ennis Del Mar: If you can't fix it, you gotta stand it.

Ennis Del Mar: Jack, I swear.

Ennis Del Mar: Two guys livin together? No way.

Ennis Del Mar: This is a one-shot thing we got goin on here.

Patrick Verona: It's not everyday you find a girl who'll flash someone to get you out of detention.

Patrick Verona: What is it with this chick? She got beer flavored nipples?