John HurtQuotes

Richard Forbush: [In his final taped message to Tara] They'll be back again next year, struggling over the same barren stretch of ice to breed the next generation. And so it will go on, as long as there are penguins and skuas and the will to survive. And what have I learned from it all? That every living creature depends in some way on every other. Humans too. I'm not the same to myself anymore, Tara. Will I seem the same to you, and you to me?

Richard Forbush: [writing to Tara after a Navy chopper scares away all the penguins] The wretched birds have been scattered over this benighted landsacpe like bits of black pepper. They've used up so much of their courage already. Will they be able to find enough to come back? I wonder? I'm afraid.

Richard Forbush: [as he spots the first lone penguin waddling down a snowy hillside] Most revered and welcome bird! I greet you!

Richard Forbush: [after waiting for days and no penguins in sight] Well, if they're so strapped to the life force that they have to find their way back here to this refrigerated graveyard every year, that's their bad luck. God, I wish they'd get here and get it over. Oh, blast you all, wherever you are!

Richard Forbush: [to the predatory skuas; as he attacks the skuas with a catapult] Retribution is near my fine feathered friends. Make no mistake about that. You've asked for it, now you'll get it! Now it's your turn! You hear me? Go on, get out! GET OUT! ALL OF YOU! Die, damn you! Die! DO YOU HEAR ME? DIE! DIE!

Lawrence Fassett: Think of them as fleas on a dog hit by a car driven by a drunken teenager whose girlfriend just gave him the clap. It will help you sense of perspective.

Lawrence Fassett: [the RV has just exploded, killing all four inside as Osterman and Tanner watch] And then there were two.

Lawrence Fassett: I know Maxwell Danforth very well; he killed my wife. Not with his bare hands, of course. The Danforths of the world don't murder that way. They use words like terminate, exterminate.

More: Why not be a teacher? You'd be a fine teacher, perhaps a great one.

Richard Rich: If I was, who would know it?

More: You, your pupils, your friends, God. Not a bad public, that.

Jellon Lamb: [capturing Charlie Burns; Charlie struggles] Good boy! Nice and tight, eh? Right. Up we get. Oh, no, I wouldn't try that if I were you. Ligatures and knots are one of my many talents. Right. And it appears that you are singularly bereft of any talents whatsoever, Mr. Burns. To be speared by a savage? How extraordinarily quaint. Easy, Mr. Burns. I was drunk. You only got me because I was drunk. Well, I'm not drunk now. I'm on the job now. Not a bad day's work, either. For what is an Irishman, but a nigger turned inside out? Now, we're gonna sit down on this log. Nice and easy, Mr. Burns. There.

Jellon Lamb: [Laughs] Charles, eh? Perhaps you've read On the Origin of the Species by Means of Natural Selection by Charles Darwin? Oh, don't be thrown by the title, he had some most fascinating things to say. Chilling things! Mr. Darwin spent time studying Aboriginals. He claims we are, at bottom … one and the same! He infers, Mr. Murphy, that we a share a common ancestry with monkeys! Monkeys!

Jellon Lamb: Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Jellon Lamb. Citizen of the world, you might say, an adventurer, and, if I may be so bold, a man of no little education.

Jellon Lamb: [Motions for Charlie to put his gun away] No, no need for that. No need for that. We are white men, you and I!

Jellon Lamb: You see, My Dude, I am something of a fortune hunter.

Jellon Lamb: Mr. Murphy, Russia, China, the Congo. Oh, I have traveled among unknown people in lands beyond the sea. But nothing, nothing could've prepared me for this godforsaken hole.

Jellon Lamb: I was, in days gone by, a believer. But, alas, I came to this beleaguered land and the God in me just … evaporated. Let us change our toast, then, to the God that has forgotten us.

Jimmy: The second way out, I need you guys help, and that's under.

Billy Hayes: You mean tunnel? Are you serious?

Max: [[w:Stalag 17|Stalag 17] This is Shagmahr prison, not ].

Jimmy: Well that's where you're wrong fuckface, cause it's already built!

Max: ["butt" in the red border clamshell VHS] The best thing to do is to get your ass out of here. Best way that you can.

Billy Hayes: Yeah, but how?

Max: Catch the midnight express.

Billy Hayes: But what's that?

Max: [laughs] Well it's not a train. It's a prison word for... escape. But it doesn't stop around here.

Winston Smith: [admiring a woman who sings a Party-made prole song] She's beautiful.

Julia: She's a metre across the hips, easily.

Winston Smith: That's her style of beauty. The future is hers. We are the dead.

Julia: We are the dead.

Big Brother: You are the dead.

Big Brother: Remain exactly where you are. Make no move until you are ordered.

Julia: Now they can see us.

Big Brother: Now we can see you. Clasp your hands behind your head. Stand back to back. Do not touch one another.

Winston Smith: The house is surrounded.

Big Brother: The house is surrounded.

Julia: I suppose we may as well say good-bye.

Big Brother: [[w:Oranges and Lemons|Here comes a candle to light you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!] You may as well say good-bye. While we are on the subject, "]

Winston Smith: It's not so much staying alive, it's staying human that's important. What counts is that we don't betray each other.

Julia: If you mean confessing, we're bound to do that. Everybody does. You can't help it.

Winston Smith: I don't mean confessing. Confessing isn't betrayal. I mean feelings. If they can make me change my feelings. If they can stop me from loving you, that would be real betrayal.

Julia: They can't do that. It's the one thing they can't do. They can torture you, make you say anything. But they can't make you believe it. They can't get inside you. They can't get to your heart.

O'Brien: There are thought criminals who maintain that the resistance is not real. Believe me, Winston, it is very real. Perhaps you are not familiar with how it operates.

Winston Smith: I am attentive to the news.

O'Brien: [[w:Emmanuel Goldstein|Goldstein] Indeed. Then perhaps you imagine a huge network of conspirators prepared to commit any atrocity to weaken and demoralise the order of our society. The reality is infinitely more subtle. If ] himself fell into the hands of the Thought Police, he could not give them a list of his agents. Such a list does not exist. They are not an organisation in the sense we know. Nothing holds it together but an idea. Individually, they cheat, forge, blackmail, corrupt children, spread disease and prostitution, in the name of spreading knowledge from generation to generation, until... in a thousand years...

Winston Smith: I know you'll fail. Something in this world... some spirit you will never overcome...

O'Brien: What is it, this principle?

Winston Smith: I don't know. The spirit of man.

O'Brien: And do you consider yourself a man?

Winston Smith: Yes.

O'Brien: If you're a man, Winston, you're the last man. Your kind is extinct. We are the inheritors. Do you realise that you are alone? You are outside history. You unexist. Get up.

O'Brien: Look at you. You're rotting away.

O'Brien: That is the last man. If you are human, that is humanity.

O'Brien: Tell me, Winston - and remember, no lies - what are your feelings towards Big Brother?

Winston Smith: I hate him.

O'Brien: You must love him. It is not enough to obey him. You must love him.

Winston Smith: Look, I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want virtue to exist anywhere! I want everyone corrupt.

Julia: Well, I ought to suit you, dear. I'm corrupt to the core.

Winston Smith: Do you like doing this? I don't mean just me...

Julia: I adore it.

Winston Smith: I love you.

Winston Smith: Do it to her! Do it to Julia! I don’t care what you do to her, but do it to her! Tear her face off! Do it to Julia, not to me! DO IT TO JULIA! DO IT TO JULIA!!!! Not me!

Winston Smith: [Entry in his forbidden diary] Freedom is the freedom to say two plus two equals four. If that is granted all else will follow.

Winston Smith: [Reads from Goldstein's book; [w:Doublethink|doublethink; notices Julia is asleep] In accordance to the principles of ], it does not matter if the war is not real, or when it is, that victory is not possible. The war is not meant to be won. It is meant to be continuous. The essential act of modern warfare is the destruction of the produce of human labour. A hierarchical society is only possible on the basis of poverty and ignorance. In principle, the war effort is always planned to keep society on the brink of starvation. The war is waged by the ruling group against its own subjects, and its object is not victory over Eurasia or Eastasia, but to keep the very structure of society intact." Julia? Are you awake? There is truth, and there is untruth. To be in a minority of one doesn't make you mad. Julia, my love, I understand how, but I don't understand why.

Winston Smith: Was there ever a time when this was ordinary?

Winston Smith: We are the dead.

Winston Smith: [Reciting [[w:Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree|Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree] Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you, you sold me.

Winston Smith: [[w:Thoughtcrime|Thoughtcrime] ] is death. Thoughtcrime does not entail death. Thoughtcrime IS death. I have committed even before setting pen to paper the essential crime that contains all others unto itself.

Winston Smith: [Entry in his forbidden diary; [w:Proles|proles] If there is hope, it lies in the ]. If they could become conscious of their own strength, they would have no need to conspire. History does not matter to them.

Winston Smith: [First entry in his forbidden diary; [w:Thought Police|Thought Police] April 4, 1984... I think. To the past or to the future, to an age when thought is free, from the Age of Big Brother, from the Age of the ], from a dead man --- greetings!

Curtis: We have 4 seconds to go through three gates and bust Nam out.

Gilliam: Then Nam gets us the rest of the way. Our fate depends on this man.

Curtis: Yeah. If we can get him to cooperate, he can take us all the way to the front of the train.

Gilliam: Very front section?

Curtis: Yeah. From here right to the front of the train. Everything in one stroke. We control the engine, we control the world. Without that, we have nothing. All past revolutions have failed because they couldn't take the engine.

Gilliam: What are you saying?

Curtis: This time we take the engine.

Gilliam: Then what?

Curtis: We kill them.

Gilliam: Wilford?

Curtis: You should run the train now, not Wilford.

Gilliam: I am a shadow of my former shadow. My day was decades ago.

Control: [Smiley enters.; Smiley sits.] George! George, get in here! George, sit down. Take a look at this nonsense. Report by Soviet high command on their recent naval exercises in the Black Sea, just what the Admiralty has been begging us for some information on...

Smiley: Where did you get this?

Control: I didn't. Percy and his little cabal walked in with it.

Esterhase: Look, Control...

Control: Shut up!

Haydon: [flicking through document, casually.] Style appalling, blatantly a fabrication from beginning to end. It just could be the real thing.

Smiley: If it's genuine it's gold dust. But its topicality makes it suspect.

Control: Smiley is suspicious, Percy!

Smiley: Where did it come from? What's the access?

Alleline: A new secret source of mine.

Smiley: But how could he possibly have access-

Alleline: He has access to the most sensitive levels of policy making. We've named the operation Witchcraft.

Control: [archly.] Oh, Percy and his pals bypassed us, Smiley. Gone straight to the minister. Percy has been allowed to keep the identity of his new friend TOP secret.

Alleline: The minister agrees with me that too many secrets are blown around here. Too much failure, too many scandals, too little solid intelligence.

Bland: Percy does have a point, Control; we should be fighting Communism, not each other.

Alleline: No, we're losing our reputation, our partners-

Control: Your bloody Yanks!

Alleline: -and we've had enough! There's going to be changes.

Esterhase: We need to decide if we want to be part of the past or part of the future.

Control: I should have left you where I found you.

Esterhase: Look-!

All: Control-!

Control: OUT! ALL OF YOU!

Smiley: If Witchcraft is genuine-

Control: Nothing is genuine anymore!

Control: [starts placing out chess pieces with photos on them.] I know that Moscow has planted a mole, and I know it is one of five men. Alleline: Tinker. Haydon: Tailor. Bland: Soldier. We leave out "Sailor", too much like "Tailor", and "Rich man" doesn't seem to apply. Esterhase: Poor man.

Jim Prideaux: And the fifth?

Control: Smiley.

Control: [Control has just signed an official document of the British Intelligence Service.] Would you witness this for me?

Percy Alleline: I wish I could've done more, Control.

Control: You did all you could, Percy. Well, a man should know when to leave the party.

Toby Esterhase: What about Smiley?

Control: [Smiley nods to the affirmative.] Smiley is leaving with me.

Bill Haydon: [having an inaudible conversation with Esterhase. Esterhase then waves mockingly at Control and Smiley, both of whom are leaving 'The Circus'.] You little prick, Esterhase!

Control: You weren't followed?

Jim Prideaux: No.

Control: Better come in. Trust no one, Jim. Especially not in the mainstream. Sit down. I understand you still have one Hungarian identity running.

Jim Prideaux: I do.

Control: I want you to go to Budapest. This is not above board. Nobody else knows. They're after my head, Jim-boy. You understand? I have had an offer of service. A Hungarian general wants to come over. I would like you to meet him. He has some information that I need, Jim.

Jim Prideaux: What information?

Control: Treasure. He has the name of the mole the Russians have planted in the British intelligence service, right at the top of the Circus. There's a rotten apple, Jim; we have to find it.

John Merrick: Would you care to see my mother?

Dr. Frederick Treves: [surprised] Your mother? Yes, please.

Mrs. Treves: Oh but she's... Mr. Merrick, she's beautiful!

John Merrick: [sadly] Oh, she had the face of an angel! I must have been a great disappointment to her.

Mrs. Treves: No, Mr. Merrick, no! No son as loving as you could ever be a disappointment.

John Merrick: If only I could find her, so she could see me with such lovely friends here now; perhaps she could love me as I am. I've tried so hard to be good.

Mrs. Treves: I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Merrick.

John Merrick: [begins to cry] I'm very pleased...

Dr. Frederick Treves: What is it, John? What's the matter?

John Merrick: It's just that I-I'm not used to being treated so well by a beautiful woman...

John Merrick: There's something I've been meaning to ask you for some time now.

Dr. Frederick Treves: What's that?

John Merrick: Can you cure me?

Dr. Frederick Treves: No. We can care for you, but we can't cure you.

John Merrick: [matter-of-factly] No. I thought not.

Mrs. Kendal: Why, Mr. Merrick, you're not an elephant man at all.

John Merrick: Oh no?

Mrs. Kendal: Oh no... no... you're a Romeo.

John Merrick: My life is full because I know I am loved.

John Merrick: [[People; [frightened; [understand] ] are ] by what they don't ].

John Merrick: [[elephant; [animal; [human; [man] I am not an ]! I am not an ]! I am a ] being! I... am... a ]!

Rufus Scrimgeour: [First lines] These are dark times, there is no denying. Our world has perhaps faced no greater threat than it does today. But I say this to our citizenry: We, ever your servants, will continue to defend your liberty and repel the forces that seek to take it from you! Your Ministry remains...strong.

Bill Weasley: Mad-Eye's dead. Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and disapparated.

Ollivander: [while being tortured by Voldemort] I believed a different wand would work, I swear!

Neville Longbottom: [Confronting Death Eaters on the train; [w:Harry Potter (character)|he] Hey, losers, ] isn't here.

Xenophilius Lovegood: [draws a line; draws a circle; draws a triangle] The Elder Wand, the most powerful wand ever made. The Resurrection Stone. The Cloak of Invisibility. Together, they make the Deathly Hallows. Together, they make one master of death.

Lucius Malfoy: [To Scabior] You dare to talk to me like that IN MY OWN HOUSE?!

Bellatrix Lestrange: [Ordering Narcissa to put both Harry and Ron in the cellar; To Hermione] Cissy, put the boys in the cellar! I want to have a little conversation with this one, girl-to-girl!

Ollivander: [[w:Lord Voldemort|he] He's after you, Mr. Potter. If it's true what you say and ] has found the Elder Wand, I'm afraid you really don't stand a chance.

Harry: I suppose I'll have to kill him before he finds me, then.

Harry: Mr. Ollivander, I need to ask you a few questions.

Ollivander: Anything, my boy. Anything.

Harry: [gives him Bellatrix's wand for identifying] Would you mind identifying this wand? We need to know if it's safe to use.

Ollivander: Walnut. Dragon heartstring. Twelve and three-quarter inches. Unyie-- Unyielding. This belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. Treat it carefully.

Harry: [gives him Draco's wand] And this?

Ollivander: Hawthorn. And unicorn hair. Ten inches. Reasonably pliant. This was the wand of Draco Malfoy.

Harry: Was? Is it not still?

Ollivander: Well, perhaps not, if you won it from him. I sense its allegiance has changed.

Harry: You talk about wands as if they have feelings...can think.

Ollivander: The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore.

Ollivander: The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore.

Luna Lovegood: I think it's best if you two talk alone. She's very shy.

Lily Potter: [in Snape's memory; Whispering] Harry, you are so loved, so loved. Harry, Mama loves you. Dada loves you. Harry, be safe. Be strong.

Molly Weasley: [in anger towards Bellatrix for trying to hurt Ginny] Not my daughter, YOU BITCH!