Joseph Gordon-LevittQuotes

Adam Lerner: [to Katherine] I’m sorry, but, I’m going to have to call you on that. It’s bullshit. That’s what everyone has been saying. “You’ll get better” and “It’ll be fine”. I don’t know why everyone is so fucking scared to say it. “You’re dying, dude”...It makes it worse.

Brendan Frye: Uh-huh. And he wants cash on the nail. He's a pot-skulled reef worm with more hop in his head than blood. Why pay for dirt you can't believe?

Brendan Frye: I'm looking to find this big game the Pin's played, not to gum it, but just so when its tail jams in my back I'll know who to bill for the embalming.

Brendan Frye: Maybe I'll just sit here and bleed at you.

Brendan Frye: You set that poor kid up! You held Dode like a card till you could play him.

Brendan Frye: Throw one at me if you want, hash head. I've got all five senses and I slept last night, that puts me six up on the lot of you.

Brendan Frye: I've got knives in my eyes, I'm going home sick.

Wilee: This douchebag tried to...

Desk Officer: I can hear you.

Wilee: Sorry, uh, a guy tried to rob me and run me over with his car.

Desk Officer: Are you injured?

Wilee: No.

Desk Officer: Do you want to file a complaint?

Wilee: No, I want him arrested, it's like attempted vehicular manslaughter, or whatever.

Desk Officer: [sarcastic] Is it, your Honor? Have a seat, someone will be right out to take your statement.

Wilee: I also have a picture of his license plate number.

Desk Officer: That's fantastic. Have a seat, someone will be right with you.

Wilee: [sarcastic] Thank you, for your concern.

Bobby Monday: Hey! Hey, excuse me, messenger guy. That envelope you picked up, I gotta ask for it back.

Wilee: Who are you?

Monday: Forrest J. Ackerman, head of Campus Security. The woman who gave you the envelope, she's not authorized to use the school account. It's an internal matter I've been investigating. Not your problem. Can I have the envelope, please?

Wilee: Yeah, the thing is, once it goes in the bag, it's gotta stay in the bag unless I hear from a dispatcher.

Monday: Fine. Call him. I'll talk to him. I got the receipt right here.

Wilee: Nima gave that to you?

Monday: Who?

Wilee: Nima. You don't know the name of the woman you're investigating?

Monday: Yeah. Nima, right. I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Your mouth was full.

Wilee: Thing is, man, company I work for, it's called "Security Courier." The "Security" part means that once people give us their shit, we don't just hand it out to random strangers on the street, so... Listen, I just spent $7 on this delicious urban food log, so if you'd step aside and let me eat, that'd be great.

Monday: What's your name?

Wilee: Wilee.

Monday: Wilee. Wile E? Like the coyote? That's cute.

Wilee: Thanks.

Monday: You got a real name? A girlfriend? Family? People who give a shit if they see you again?

Wiley: Who are you, man?

Monday: I'm the guy you don't fuck with.

Wilee: [pauses] Hold my log.

Monday: Hey!

Wilee: Have a nice day, douche bag!

Rennie Davis: ...you don't send a woman to... to ensorcel me!

Abbie Hoffman: What?

Rennie Davis: It means “to enchant”.

Abbie Hoffman: Oh.

Rennie Davis: ...only to have her crush my soul!

Richard Schultz: How long did you two know each other?

Rennie Davis: Ninety-three hours. Could have been a lifetime.

Richard Schultz: For a fruit fly; enjoy your weekend. (begins to walk away)

Rennie Davis: Is... is that even ethical? Aren't there ethics rules?

Richard Schultz: Did she engage with you sexually?

Rennie Davis: We were taking it slow.

Richard Schultz: [pause] When you came to Chicago, were you hoping for a confrontation with the police? I'm concerned you have to think about it.

Abbie Hoffman: Give me a moment, would you, friend? I've never been on trial for my thoughts before.

Richard Schultz: Do you have contempt for your government?

Abbie Hoffman: I think the institutions of our democracy are wonderful things, that right now are populated by some terrible people.

Richard Schultz: Please answer the question.

Abbie Hoffman: Tell me again?

Richard Schultz: Do you have contempt for your government?

Abbie Hoffman: I'll tell you, Mr. Schultz, it's nothing compared to the contempt my government has for me.

Tom: Well this is, and Rhoda, no disrespect, but um, this is total shit. "Go for it?" "You can do it?" That's not inspirational, that's suicidal! If Pickles goes for it right there that's a dead cat. Lies, we're liars think about it, why do people buy these things? It's not because they wanna say how they feel. People buy cards cause they can't say how they feel or they're afraid to. We provide the service that lets them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let's level with America. At least let them speak for themselves, right? I mean look, look. What is this, what does this say? "Congratulations on your new baby." How bout "Congratulations on your new baby, guess that's it for hanging out, nice knowing ya." How bout this one? With all the pretty hearts on the front, I think I know where this one's going. Yup. "Happy Valentine's Day sweetheart, I love you." Isn't that sweet? Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you? Anybody? If somebody gave me this card Mr. Vance, I'd eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. I'M responsible. I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not ya know, some words that some stranger put in their mouth. Words like love, that don't mean anything. Sorry, I'm sorry, I um, I quit. There's enough bullshit in the world without my help.

Tom: Roses are reds Violets are Blue, Fuck You Whore!

Tom: I need to know that you're not gonna wake up tomorrow morning and feel differently.

Tom: Either she's an evil, emotionless, miserable human being, or... she's a robot.

Tom: You never wanted to be anybody's girlfriend, and now you're someone's wife?

Tom: Why make something disposable like a building when you can make something that lasts forever, like a greeting card.

Tom: Darling. I don't know how to tell you this, but there's a Chinese family in our bathroom.

Tom: People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated.

George Knox: Have you played any ball, before, Marvin?

Marvin Vincent Archer: No, never played any ball.

George Knox: [picks up Marvin Vincent Archer; places Marvin Vincent Archer on the Home Plate] Well, this is the perfect time to learn. Come on. Watch the ball and when I say, now, you swing. Just do exactly what I say. Get ready to swing. Now!

Roger: [To Marvin Vincent Archer] Go, Marvin! Run to first base!

George Knox: [to Marvin Vincent Archer] You stay on base and do just what I say.

Marvin Vincent Archer: [to George Knox] OK.

George Knox: [to the other kids] We got runners on first and second.

George Knox: And look who's coming to bat... Babe Ruth.

George Knox: [to Marvin Vincent Archer] Go, Marvin! Run home!

Marvin Vincent Archer: [to George Knox] Run home?

George Knox: [to Marvin Vincent Archer] Run home!

Marvin Vincent Archer: Run home. Run home.

George Knox: [to Marvin Vincent Archer] Hey, Marvin, where you going?

Marvin Vincent Archer: [still running off] Run home, run home, run home.

George Knox: [to Roger] Hey, where is he goin'? And what happened?

Roger: [To George Knox] You told him to run home.

Al: Shh. Shh-shh. This is between you and me, little guy. No one can see me but you. Remember?

Roger: [noticing the people, who're sitting behind him and waves to them] Hi.

Al: Sit down, already. I left in a hurry yesterday. I forgot a few of the rules. Numero uno: don't tell anyone about us. Now, I heard you already told a little kid and El Capitan. But nobody else. We hate recognition. We're a very sensitive group. If people know we're around, I wouldn't be able to get an angel within a mile of this team.

Roger: Okay. Are you guys gonna help out today?

Roger: [notices J.P. and David are coming back] What's capri-- What's capricious?

Roger: I'm glad you're here. I was afraid no one was going to show up today, since everybody knows about the angels.

Al: No one's coming. Championships have to be won on their own. It's a rule.

Roger: Oh. Then why are you here?

Al: [gestures to Clark] I came to check up on Mel. He's coming up soon. Going to be one of us.

Roger: You mean he's...

Al: Ah, he's smoked for years. Always a mistake. He's got 6 months left, doesn't even know anything's wrong yet.

Roger: No.

Al: Don't you worry. He's well taken care of. You concentrate on your own life now. We are expecting great things from you kid. We'll all be watching, you remember that.

Al: Even though you can't see us, we're always watching.

Miguel: I don't want to go to the game anyway. The Angels never win.

J.P.: I want to go to the game. They could win. It could happen.

Miguel: Yeah! And you could drop dead after dinner... of food poisoning!

Roger: Leave him alone!!

Maggie: Boys, Hey, look what we've got for dessert: Jell-O.

J.P.: Yay

Miguel: It's not really Jell-O. It's cat-brains with food coloring in it. She kills them at night and feeds it to us to save money.

Roger: Shut up, Miguel!

Maggie: Roger, You know we do not use those words in this house.

Miguel: [imitating a cat] Meow!

Maggie: You know I wouldn't put any food coloring on my cat-brains.

Roger: [whispers; turns to sleep but turns back to the stars; turns back to sleep but didn't noticed one of the stars shines, granting his prayer] God--if there's a god, if you're a man or a woman, if you're listening', I'd really, really like...a family. My dad says that'll only happen if the Angels win the pennant. The baseball team, I mean. So, maybe you could help em win a little. Amen. Uh, a-woman too.

Ranch Wilder: [on the radio] With another example of his infamous temper, manager George Knox calls time out. He is going to have a word with his pitcher, Frank Gates.

Roger: I don't think it's going to be a happy word.

Ranch: And it looks like Knox is going to take Gates out. Gates doesn't look too, pleased about this.

George Knox: Give me the ball.

Frank Gates: It ain't my fault, you need a new outfield.

George Knox: [louder] You're out of here, GIVE ME THE BALL!!!

Frank Gates: [starts to hand it over; throws it aside and starts to hand his glove over; throws it as well] Do you want the ball? Well, here you go. GO GET IT! Do you want my glove? WELL, GO GET IT. .

Ranch Wilder: [on the radio] Gates has thrown his ball and glove into the stands!

George Knox: [lunges at Gates; they begin fighting with each other] Oh, Go on, get out of here, you're finished Gates.

Ranch Wilder: [on the radio] And now Knox has attacked his own pitcher!

Players: Uh-oh.

Ranch: This is outrageous! George Knox is fighting off his own players.

Roger: [sighs] Surprise, surprise...

Corbin O'Brian: What's the first rule of battle?

Edward Snowden: Never reveal your position.

Edward Snowden: So, this is data collection for the month of March worldwide, emails and Skype calls. So France, 70 million. Germany, 500 million. Brazil, two billion. Inside the U.S., 3.1 billion emails and calls. That's not including any of the telecom company data.

NSA Dep. Director Lowell: Okay, so what's the collection in Russia?

Edward Snowden: Russia is 1.5 billion.

NSA Dep. Director Lowell: Wait, so we're collecting twice as much in the U.S. as we are in Russia?

Gabriel Sol: So think of it as a Google search, except instead of searching only what people make public, we're also looking at everything they don't. So... Emails, chats, SMS, whatever.

Edward Snowden: Yeah, but which people?

Gabriel Sol: The whole kingdom, Snow White.

Edward Snowden: So, you're, um, an engineer?

Hank Forrester: Am I an engineer? Instructor and counselor, too. I'm supposed to keep an eye on you CTs, make sure you don't buckle under the pressure. Turn to drugs and booze.

Edward Snowden: Well, you won't have that problem with me. I don't drink or do drugs.

Hank Forrester: What is your sin of choice?

Edward Snowden: Uh, computers.

Hank Forrester: Well, then, Snowden, you've come to the right little whorehouse.

Edward Snowden: Look, Mr. MacAskill, uh, this is not about money or anything for me. There's no hidden agenda. I just wanted to get this data to established journalists like yourselves, so that you can present it to the world, and the people can decide either I'm wrong or there's something going on inside the government that's really wrong.

Edward Snowden: And it's just gonna get worse for the next generation, as they extend the capabilities of this sort of architecture of oppression.

Edward Snowden: No matter who you are, every day of your life, you're sitting in a database just ready to be looked at.

Edward Snowden: You didn't tell me we were running a dragnet on the whole world, Corbin.

Edward Snowden: And ultimately, the truth sinks in that no matter what justification you're selling yourself, this is not about terrorism. Terrorism is the excuse. This is about economic and social control. And the only thing you're really protecting is the supremacy of your government.

Edward Snowden: I think the greatest freedom that I have gained, the fact that I don't have to worry about what happens tomorrow, Because I'm happy with what I've done today.

Edward Snowden: You ever hear about the Nuremberg trials, Trev? They weren't that long ago. Yeah, well, the big shots were the first trial, but then the next trial were just the judges, and lawyers, and policemen, and guards, and ordinary people just doing their jobs, following orders. That's where we got the Nuremberg principles, which then the UN made into international law, just in case ordinary jobs become criminal again.

John Blake: Blake, John.

Clerk: [after checking a list] Nothing here.

Blake: [hands her an ID card] Ah. Uh, try my legal name.

Clerk: [gives him a suitcase; [W:Robin (superhero)|Robin] You should use your full name. I like that name. "]".

Blake: Thanks.

John Blake: So, all those men locked up for eight years in Blackgate and denied parole under the Dent Act, based on a lie?

Jim Gordon: Gotham needed a hero.

Blake: It needs it now more than ever. You betrayed everything you stood for.

Gordon: There's a point, John, far out there, when the structures fail you. When the rules aren't weapons anymore, they're shackles, letting the bad guy get ahead. One day, you may face such a moment of crisis, and in that moment I hope you have a friend like I did, to plunge their hands into the filth, so that you can keep yours clean!

Blake: Your hands look plenty filthy to me, Commissioner.

Bane: We take Gotham from the corrupt!

Jim Gordon: What's your name, son?

John Blake: Blake, sir.

Gordon: You got something you wanna ask me, Officer Blake?

Blake: It's about that night — this night eight years ago, the night Dent died — the last confirmed sighting of the Batman. He murders those people, takes down two SWAT teams, breaks Dent's neck and then just vanishes?

Gordon: I'm not hearing a question, son.

Blake: Don't you wanna know who he was?

Gordon: I know exactly who he was. He was the Batman.

Ariadne: What's happening?

Arthur: [the projections begin staring at them; Arthur and Ariadne kiss] Cobb's drawing Fischer's attention to the strangeness of the dream. Which is making his subconscious look for the dreamer. For me. Quick, give me a kiss.

Ariadne: [confused] They're still looking at us.

Arthur: Yeah, it was worth a shot. We should probably get out of here.

Ariadne: Who or what is "Mr. Charles"?

Arthur: It's a gambit designed to turn Fischer against his own subconscious.

Ariadne: And why don't you approve?

Arthur: Because it involves telling the mark that he's dreaming. Which involves attracting a lot of attention to us.

Ariadne: Didn't Cobb say never to do that?

Arthur: So now you've noticed how much time Cobb spends doing things he says never to do.

Arthur: You couldn't have peed before you went under?

Yusuf: Sorry.

Eames: A bit too much free champagne before takeoff, eh, Yusuf?

Yusuf: [deadpan] Ha ha bloody-ha.

Cobb: Well, we know he's going to be looking for a taxi in this weather.

Saito: Sydney to Los Angeles. One of the longest flights in the world. He makes it every two weeks.

Cobb: He must be flying privately.

Saito: Not if there were unexpected maintenance with his plane.

Arthur: It would have to be a 747.

Cobb: Why is that?

Arthur: Cause on a 747 the pilots up top, and the first class cabin is in the nose, so no one would walk through. But you'd have to buy out the entire cabin. And the first class flight attendant.

Saito: [others look stunned at him] I bought the airline. It seemed neater.

Arthur: So, once we've made the plant, how do we get out? I'm hoping you have something more elegant in mind than shooting me in the head?

Cobb: A kick.

Ariadne: What's a kick?

Eames: [kicks Arthur's chair; Arthur flails but manages to right himself] This, Ariadne, would be a kick.

Cobb: It's that feeling of falling you get that jolts you awake. It snaps you out of the dream.

Saito: Inception. Is it possible?

Arthur: Of course not.

Saito: If you can steal an idea from someone's mind, why can't you plant one there instead?

Arthur: Okay, here's me planting an idea in your head: I say to you, "Don't think about elephants." What are you thinking about?

Saito: Elephants.

Arthur: Right, but it's not your idea because you know I gave it to you. The subject's mind can always trace the genesis of the idea. True inspiration is impossible to fake.

Cobb: That's not true.

Arthur: What the hell was all that?

Cobb: I have it under control.

Arthur: I'd hate to see you out of control.

Cobb: You don't seem to understand, Mr. Saito. The corporation that hired us, they won't accept failure. We won't last two days.

Arthur: [nervous] Cobb.

Cobb: [throws Saito onto the floor] Looks like I'm going to have to do this a little more simply. Tell us what you know! Tell us what you know now!

Saito: [touching the carpet and laughing] I've always hated this carpet — stained and frayed in such distinctive ways, but very definitely made of wool. Right now I'm lying on polyester, which means I'm not lying on my carpet in my apartment. You have lived up to your reputation, Mr. Cobb. I'm still dreaming.