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Neel Kashkari: Look, I'm just speaking for myself here, but I think you need to do what's right for the firm.

Dick Fuld: Do what's right? What is that supposed to mean?

Neel Kashkari: If your stock price keeps sliding, you may get an offer at a price that doesn't look all that compelling, but you may have to take it just to keep the company intact.

Dick Fuld: What kind of price are you talking about?

Neel Kashkari: Could be... I mean, it might be low single digits.

Dick Fuld: [[w:Lehman Brothers|Lehman Brothers; [w:Bear Stearns|Bear Stearns; slams down the phone] Last February, we were at 66 a share. ] is not ]. We have a great business. Real estate will come back. I am not fucking giving this company away!

Bart McDade: Min, I'm so sorry.

Min Euoo Sung: We have negotiated in good faith, now all of a sudden we are going backward?

Bart McDade: We can work with you on the price.

Min Euoo Sung: It is not about the price. It is about the way you have conducted this.

Min Euoo Sung: I'd like to thank you, all of you, but I don't think we have a structure that works.

Dick Fuld: What, that's it? You're just gonna pack up and go back to Korea?

Joe Gregory: You heard anything from Buffett?

Erin Callan: He's asking for preferred shares at 40, with a dividend of nine percent.

Dick Fuld: We were just at 66! What-the-fuck?

Joe Gregory: Maybe it's just an opening gambit, Dick.

Richard Fuld: Sounds more like a goddamn insult!

Erin Callan: Dick, we're at 36 right now. We haven't been anywhere near 66 in months. The markets like Buffett. His name will push the price up overnight.

Dick Fuld: You know, I don't care who he is. I am not spending $360 million a year for the pleasure of doing business with him.

Dick Fuld: [[w:Goldman Sachs|Goldman] I've seen this before: CEOs panic and they sell out cheap. Right now, the Street's running around with its hair on fire, but the storm always passes. We stand strong, and on the other side, we'll eat ]'s lunch.

Dick Fuld: [on the housing crisis] You know, people act like we're crack dealers. Nobody put a gun to anybody's head and said, "Hey, nimrod, buy a house you can't afford, and you know what? While you're at it, put a line of credit on that baby and buy yourself a boat.

Harry Moseby: What happened to your face?

Quentin: I won second prize in a fight.

Harry Moseby: I'm looking for Delly Grastner.

Quentin: Delly isn't around here anymore.

Harry Moseby: You got any idea where she could be? Is she visiting friends? Is she meditating? Did she join a commune?

Quentin: [scoffs] Delly's idea of a "commune" is her and a guy on top of her.

Colonel Robert Moore: I was Liz's mentor. There was a trust. She was a passionate young woman, yes, as well she should have been. But had I ever taken advantage of that... I would have lost the trust. So did I kill her? Of course not. Did I love her? I loved her very much. Make of that what you will.

Dr. Raymond Turner: [in a debate on healthcare; [wikt:bitch#Verb|bitching; [wikt:moan|moaning; [wikt:blood-sucking|blood-sucking; [w:vampire|vampire; points at John] Shut up. Enough already. I've heard all the ] and ] I can stand for one day, alright? Look, if you want to regard me as some kind of ] ], then fine, great, I'll be the bad guy. But who's holding the fucking gun?

Dr. Harvey Mandrake: Fine, stay here and get butt-fucked by 12 Neanderthals.

Dr. Harvey Mandrake: I'm going to consult with a player? What are you talking about? I know his answer! And getting killed, what? Maybe, maybe not. One chance in a thousand. They couldn't take a piss in the morning, without the pills. You want to play innocent? Fuck your innocence! You don't want to hear the answer, don't ask the question. I didn't have to ask him, because I knew the answer. These men are football players, they are gladiators. They will not live with shame, like you. And long ago, they made that choice. Not you, not you. Not me. And I'm not going to take responsibility for standing between them... Didn't you ever have a... dream?

Dr. Harvey Mandrake: He's so freaked about Beamen taking his spot, he'd play with a fractured neck.

Dr. Harvey Mandrake: He's fucked up; they're all fucked up.

Dr. Harvey Mandrake: What's next, stigmata?

Cardinal Alba: [chuckles] Hello, Jack. From your expression, I assume you couldn't understand my presence here. I'm sorry to disillusion you, Jack. As one grows old, as death approaches, we begin to question... our faith. And I found mine lacking. "Is there a god? Is there a heaven?" I can no longer answer this for certain. I've witnessed no miracles, had no visions, and the prospect of death terrifies me. I've realized I've only one alternative, and I made a bargain. With the devil, if you wish.

Jack Crow: You are truly a pile of dog shit, Cardinal.

Cardinal Alba: [chuckles] Yeah, that's right. That's correct, Jack and I can live with that. After I have given what Valek wants, he will fulfill our bargain. And I will be transformed into one of his... new children. It's beautiful, isn't it?

Cardinal Alba: [wipes it away] Eternal life... immortality... can change a heart.

Jack Crow: Padre... I'm beginning to like you... so don't make me hurt you, OK? Just tell me what you know... I'll buy you a beer and get you laid. Come on. If you don't tell me, I'm gonna have to start cutting on ya.

Father Adam Guiteau: No, you won't. You're a righteous man, Mr. Crow. Besides I serve a higher master than you. Any secrets I keep are to protect the church and its followers. Part of...

Jack Crow: [pins Adam to the wall] Open your mouth.

Father Adam Guiteau: What?

Jack Crow: [gags Adam with a towel] Open your mouth! Gimme your hand.

Jack Crow: Now listen to me, you fuck! My father kept a secret once. He got bit by a vampire. He kept it a secret from me and my mother. By the fifth day he was turning. That night he attacked my mother and then he came after me. I killed my own father, Padre. I got no trouble killin you. Last chance.

Jack Crow: You ever seen a vampire?

Father Adam Guiteau: No.

Jack Crow: Well, first of all, they're not romantic, all right? It's not like they're a bunch of fuckin fags hoppin around in rented formal wear and seducing everybody in sight with cheesy Eurotrash accents, all right? Forget whatever you've seen in the movies. They don't turn into bats. Crosses don't work. Garlic? You wanna try garlic? You stand there with garlic around your neck, one of these buggers will bend you fucking over and take a walk up your strada chocolata while he's suckin the blood outta your neck, all right? And they don't sleep in coffins lined in taffeta. You wanna kill one? You drive a wooden stake right through his fuckin heart. Sunlight turns em into crispy critters. You got it?

Richard Boyle: [furious at the sight of how rebels treat their prisoners] Is this your sense of justice?!

Rebel Woman: [In Spanish] It's necessary!

Richard Boyle: [pulled away by two rebels] You've become just like them! You've become just like them!

Rebel Youth: This is war! You don't have the stomach for it! Get out!

Richard Boyle: [Turns around one last time] YOU'VE BECOME JUST LIKE THEM!

Jack Morgan: You know I'm often asked by people like yourself to examine my conscience and every now and then I do examine it.

Richard Boyle: And what do you find there, Jack?

Jack Morgan: That whatever mistakes we make down here, the alternative would be ten times worse!

Doctor Rock: They kill people here, Boyle!

Richard Boyle: Do you believe everything you read in the papers?

Doctor Rock: Yeah I do!

Richard Boyle: Come on man, you're gonna love it here.

John Cassady: You know what made photographers like Robert Cappa great, Rich? They weren't after money, they captured the nobility of human suffering!

Richard Boyle: That was a great shot in Spain. The one flying through the air.

John Cassady: Yeah but it was more than just bodies, Rich. He got... why they died.

John Cassady: I thought you were dead.

Richard Boyle: Dead? Why, do I look that bad?

John Cassady: Yes.

Richard Boyle: You let them close down the universities, you let them wipe out the best minds in the countries, you let them kill whoever they want, you let them wipe out the Catholic Church, you let them do it all because they aren't Commies! And that, Colonel, is bull shit!

Richard Boyle: Is that why you're here, Colonel? Some kind of post-Vietnam experience like you need a rerun or something? You pour a hundred twenty million bucks into this place, you turn it into a military zone, so what, so you can have chopper parades in the sky?

Richard Boyle: Left-wing, Colonel? Eh, maybe. But I'm not a Communist. And you guys never seem to be able to tell the difference!

Richard Boyle: [to his captors] I hope you all get anal herpes!

Brian O'Blivion: Max, I'm so glad you've came to me. I've been through it all myself you see. Your reality is already half video hallucination. If you're not careful, it will become total hallucination. You'll have to learn to live in a very strange new world... I had a brain tumour and I had visions. I believe the visions cause the tumour and not the reverse. I can feel the visions coalsce and become flesh. Uncontrollable flesh. But when they removed the tumour, it was called Videodrome. I was the-- I... I... was... Videodrome's... first victim...

Max Renn: Who's behind it? What do they want?

Nicki Brand: I want you, Max. You.

Barry Convex: Why would anybody watch a scum show like Videodrome? Why did you watch it, Max?

Max Renn: Business reasons.

Barry Convex: Sure, sure... what about the other reasons? Why deny you get your kicks out of watching torturing and murder?

Max Renn: You murdered O'Blivion, didn't you, you freak? Did you enjoy that?

Harlan: I don't work with you for the money.

Max Renn: I know that. With pirates, it's never just for the money, is it?

Max Renn: Have you been hallucinating lately?

Harlan: No. Should I be?

Max Renn: Yes, you should be.

Masha: Videodrome. What you see on that show, it's for real. It's not acting. It's... snuff TV.

Max Renn: I don't believe it.

Masha: So... don't believe.

Max Renn: Why do it for real? It's easier and safer to fake it.

Masha: Because it has something... that you don't have, Max. It has a philosophy, and that is what makes it dangerous.

Max Renn: Do you know a show called Videodrome?

Masha: Video-what?

Max Renn: Videodrome. Like "video circus", "video arena". Do you know it?

Masha: No.

Max Renn: It's just torture and murder. No plot, no characters. Very, very realistic. I think it's what's next.

Masha: Then God help us.

Max Renn: I am the video word made flesh.

Max Renn: Death to Videodrome! Long live the new flesh!

Max Renn: [handing Bianca the videotape] Careful... it bites.

Jake Wise: What the hell made you think you could handle Jessie? I bet you used to bring her some flowers.

Terry Brogan: No, you don't have to do that when you're living in the jungle. You just take her outside and show her what tree you're going to do it under tonight. Hell, we had lots of trees.

Jake Wise: Look, I was a bit of an asshole. You know, I got crazy and I popped her a few times, she came after me with a knife. Just missed my balls.

Terry Brogan: And was she going for them?

Jake Wise: Don't they all?

Jake Wise: It's a little dirty. But, not so dirty, you won't sleep nights.

Jake Wise: It's simple: either you want to play football again, or you don't.

Ray Quick: Who is this?

Woman: She's okay. She wants to meet you.

Ray: No, I don't think so. Put Trent on the line.

Woman: What did you say?

Ray: [woman puts down her headset and Ray's voice booms inside the police surveillance room; as Trent nudges an officer to run a trace] Trent. He's standing next to you. I want to talk to him. Put him on the line! Ned, can you hear me? Talk to me. Talk to me, Ned. Your playmates know what kind of man you are? Why the Agency fired you? That killing people was like jerking off for you? Watching those bloody bodies going though the air gets you off. Talk to me. When you crawl into your hole at night alone... and you are alone, aren't you? Tell me what burns you the most. Losing your job as a CIA attack dog... or knowing that I turned you in and I'm still alive? Talk to me! You'll sell your service to the highest bidder! You stinking maggot!

Ned Trent: Fuck you, Ray! FUCK YOU!!! You killed! Your bombs! How many? 10, 50, 100, before you lost count? It was your bombs on the bridge in Bogota! Your bomb in the cabana! But you're getting sloppy, Ray. You broke your famous code, didn't you? You killed an innocent bystander, Ray and it's just is eating you up inside, isn't it? You were always too fucking sensitive, but guess what? I'm coming Ray. I'm coming to take all the pain away. I'm gonna fucking cut it right out of you, and I'm gonna close your heart in my hand. I'm right behind you and I know you. I know you!

Ray: You've got no mercy. You got no fucking loyalty. And you got no code.

Ned: Listen to me, you son of a bitch-

Ray: [looks at watch; hangs up] All right Time's up, 58 seconds.

Ned: [tries recorder; pries out and throws down tape reel; everybody in the room looks at him; to tech] Ray? Ray! Goddamn it! Son of a bitch! I'll fucking kill you! I'll vaporize your ass! What're you looking at? Turn around! Nobody... says a word. Tell me that you got a trace. Just tell me.

Ned Trent: [smells; starts assembling a bomb; activates console; puts plunger detonator to bomb package offers bomb to officer] This is, uh... Shouldn't this be in the lock-up? I mean, I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. You guys are the experts. Maybe you don't need me. I mean, like what is this? This is... This is Semtex. Am I right? Plastique, correct? Plastic explosive. Am I right? You're the expert. This could blow up this whole area, and if this area goes... the whole building could go up. Am I right? I don't know. Maybe if I put this in here... What else do we have here? This is a plunger detonator, right? And that's a little mini-receiver. This looks like American circuitry to me. Call me a patriot, but American craftsmanship is the greatest. Watch. Here we go. Let's see. Perfect fit, first time, every time. Screw it on. One little twist. And, voila. A perfect receiver bomb. Which of course is absolutely worthless without a ... transmitter, but hey Twenty seconds, and we're hot. Okay, now deactivate it, you sanctimonious prick!

Officer: Cut that shit Trent!

Ned: Oh yeah? Huh?

Officer: Okay, you made your point, all right?

Ned: Have I? Huh?

Officer: That's enough!

Ned: [tosses bomb at officer] What do you mean that's enough? You think I give a sh*t if this whole fucking block goes up?! I don't! You've had enough. Is that what you're saying?

Officer: Yes, that's what I'm saying. Enough is enough! I can't do it.

Ned: [reads clock] Twelve.

Officer: [gives detonator back to Trent, but the clock still ticks down] What the hell, are you crazy or something?

Ned: I'm the craziest person you'll ever meet in your life. Six. Five. Four. Three.

Officer: Please!

Ned: [turns off bomb] Now, here's a tip you take care of the shit work. And leave the fox at the party to me. Okay? We on the same page? Ace?

Ned Trent: [blocks off old couple trying to get on elevator with him and his goons; notices the old man's brightly colored shirt] Where are you going? Hey, use the stairs, this one's full. Get outta here! Get a new shirt.

Father McFeely: How is she?

Mrs. Voorhees: It's gotten worse, Father. She won't eat. She won't talk. The child won't let me touch her.

Father McFeely: Yes, sometimes you have to give them candy.

Father McFeely: Let us pray.

Father Harris: Our Father...

Hugh Kane/Megan Vorhees: (laughs excessively in a deep voice)

Father Harris: Stop it!

Hugh Kane/Megan Voorhees: (continues laughing)

Father Harris: Zip it!

Hugh Kane/Megan Voorhees: (laughs some more)

Father McFeely: Thy kingdom come...

Hugh Kane/Megan Voorhees: Your mother sucks cocks in Hell!

Father McFeely: Oh, shit...

Hugh Kane/Megan Voorhees: (laughs)

Father McFeely: (pulls out a gun) Suck on this.

Hugh Kane/Megan Voorhees: Uh-oh.

Father McFeely: (as Megan's head spins around, Father McFeely turns to leave) Fuck this!

Father McFeely: [grunting on the toilet] Oh, God. Please, Lord, help me to release this demon! (groans and farts forcefully and is relieved) Ahh! Thank you, Lord, the most merciful Almighty. Oh... hold on. (farts forcefully again) Ahhh, ah! Oh, those enchiladas!

Rachel Constantine: I assume you read the confidential findings report from the investigating committee.

Michael Kitz: I flipped through it.

Constantine: I was especially interested in the section on Arroway's video unit. The one that recorded the static?

Kitz: Continue.

Constantine: The fact that it recorded static isn't what interests me.

Kitz: [pauses] Continue...

Constantine: What interests me is that it recorded approximately 18 hours of it.

Kitz: That is interesting, isn't it?

Senator: Dr. Arroway, You come to us with no evidence, no record... no artifacts. Only a story that, to put it mildly, strains credibility. Over half a trillion dollars were spent. Dozens of lives were lost. Are you really gonna sit there and tell us we should just take this all... on faith?

Michael Kitz: Please answer the question, doctor.

Ellie Arroway: Is it possible that it didn't happen? Yes... As a scientist, I must concede that. I must volunteer that.

Kitz: Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You admit you have absolutely no physical evidence to back up your story?

Arroway: Yes.

Kitz: You admit that you very well may have hallucinated this whole thing?

Arroway: Yes

Kitz: You admit that if you were in our position... you would respond with exactly the same degree of incredulity and skepticism?

Arroway: Yes.

Kitz: [raises voice] Then why don't you simply withdraw your testimony and admit that this journey to the center of the galaxy, IN FACT, NEVER TOOK PLACE!!??

Arroway: Because I can't! I had an experience... I can't prove it, I can't even explain it, but everything that I know as a human being, everything that I am tells me that it was real! I was given something wonderful, something that changed me forever... A vision of the universe that tells us, undeniably, how tiny, and insignificant and how... rare, and precious we all are! A vision that tells us that we belong to something that is greater than ourselves, that we are not — that none of us — are alone! I wish I could share that. I wish, that everyone, if even for one moment, could feel that awe, and humility, and hope! But... that continues to be my wish.

Rachel Constantine: [about Adolf Hitler] Twenty million people died defeating that son of a bitch, and he's our first ambassador to outer space?

Ellie Arroway: Actually the Hitler broadcast from the...

David Drumlin: [interrupting] 36 Olympics was the first television transmission of any power that went in to space. That they recorded it, and sent it back, is simply a way of saying "hello, we heard you.

Michael Kitz: Or, "Sieg Heil, you're our kind of people.

Michael Kitz: Your having sent this announcement all over the world may well constitute a breach of national security.

Ellie Arroway: This isn't a person-to-person call. You can't possibly think that a civilization sending this kind of message would intend it just for Americans.

Kitz: I'm saying you might have consulted us; obviously, the contents of this message could be extremely sensitive.

Arroway: You want to classify prime numbers now?

Principal Woodhouse: Your daughters haven't been in school for over two weeks.

Mr. Lisbon: Have you checked out back?