Lambert WilsonQuotes

Marquis de Lafayette: [''reading from the [[w:Dunlap Broadside|Dunlap Broadside; [United States Declaration of Independence|Declaration of Independence; [United States Declaration of Independence#Earlier drafts|drafted; [Truths; [self|ſ<!--The Dunlap Broadside from which Lafayette is reading uses the long s.-->elf; [evident; [all; [equal; [Rights] &nbsp; ] of the ], ] by Thomas jefferson]&nbsp; "WE hold theſe ] to be ]-], that ] Men are created ], that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable ]".

French man 1: &nbsp; Tous les hommes naissent-ils vraiment égaux, Monsieur Jefferson?

Translator: &nbsp; Are all men created equal, Mister Jefferson?

French man 2: &nbsp; Ou serait-il plus légitime de dire, «&nbsp;tous les blancs naissent-ils égaux&nbsp;»?

Translator: [[white people|white] &nbsp; Or should this read, "all ] men are created equal"?

Thomas jefferson: [[laws; [laws of nature|those of nature; [Negro; [alters; [wrongness; [slavery; [evil] &nbsp; We allowed for certain differences that are not caused by the ] of men, but by ].&nbsp; And though the ] may or may not be inferior, his status in no way ] the ] of ].&nbsp; It is ].

Marquis de Lafayette: [[United States Declaration of Independence#Earlier drafts|first draft; [abolition] &nbsp; Yet your ], I believe, contained a clause on the ] of slavery.

Thomas jefferson: [[essential; [Second Continental Congress|Congress] &nbsp; I considered it ], but ] struck it out of the final Declaration as being too particular.

French man 1: &nbsp; La question de l'esclavage reste donc ouverte et non resolve, chez vous?

Translator: &nbsp; So the question remains open with you and unresolved.

French man 2: &nbsp; Votre révolution, Monsieur Jefferson, nous apparait comme incomplete.

Translator: [[American Revolution|revolution] &nbsp; Your ], Mister Jefferson, appears to be incomplete.

Marquis de Lafayette: [[property] &nbsp; Why did you omit the notion of ] as one of those rights?

Thomas jefferson: [[individual; [human; [happiness; [purpose|end] &nbsp; Well, while I hold the right of the ] to possess property as basic, I consider it as a means to ] ], but not as an ] in itself.

George Hedare: What the hell is wrong with you, Phillips?! You... never... delivered the design! You do not in fact even know where they are and you do not know where they are because, and I quote you, you “cannot remember!” Your incompetence is staggering!

Patience Phillips: Huh?

George Hedare: Are you even listening to me?

Patience Phillips: Uh-uh.

Patience Phillips: I'm sorry!

George Hedare: “Sorry?” Sorry's not nearly enough.

Patience Phillips: [demeanour suddenly changes] Okay. Then let me try the remix. I'm sorry for every second I wasted working for an untalented, unethical egomaniac like you!

George Hedare: [He exits] Clean out your cubicle. You are fired!

Patience Phillips: Wait, Mr. Hedare! I didn't mean it...Did I?

Sally: My hero.

Merovingian: [laughs; to the DJ; to Seraph; DJ shuts off music; Translation: The angel without wings; Laughs heartily] What in the hell? I don’t believe this. Hey. Hey! The prodigal child returns. L’ange sans ailes . Are you here for the bounty, Seraph? Tell me, how many bullets are there in those guns? I don’t know, but I don’t think you have enough.

Seraph: We only want to talk.

Merovingian: Oh yes, I’m sure you do. You have fought through hell to do so, yes? I’ll tell you what I will do. Put down the guns and I will promise you safe passage out of here.

Seraph: All three of us.

Merovingian: Oh yes, yes. Of course.

Merovingian: [Laughs; Translation: What a fine surprise, isn’t it?] Quelle bonne surprise, n’est pas? Who could’ve guessed we’d all be seeing each other so soon after our last meeting? The Fates are too kind. And since you, my little Judas, have brought them here, I can only surmise that the fortune teller has found herself another shell? Disappointing, but not unexpected. I do hope, however, she has the good manners to learn her lesson, and to remember that there is no action without consequence. And if you take something from me, you will pay the price.

Seraph: You know why we are here.

Merovingian: [Laughs] Come, now. What kind of question is this? Of course I know. It is my business to know. Some might think this a strange coincidence, but I do not. I am curious, though, as to how it actually happened. Do you know?

Trinity: No.

Merovingian: No? I didn’t think so. But it is always best to ask.

Morpheus: We want to make a deal.

Merovingian: [Laughs] Always straight to business, huh, Morpheus? Okay. I have something you want. To make a deal, you must have something I want, yes? And it so happens there is something I want. Something I have wanted ever since I first came here. It is said they cannot be taken, they can only be given.

Morpheus: What?

Merovingian: [Laughs] The eyes of the Oracle. I have told you before, there is no escaping the nature of the universe. It is that nature that has again brought you to me. Where some see coincidence, I see consequence. Where others see chance, I see cost. Bring me the eyes of the Oracle, and I will give you back your savior. That seems a particularly fair and reasonable deal to me. Yes? No?

Trinity: [A fight ensues, ending with everyone pointing guns at each other] I don’t have time for this shit. You wanna make a deal? How about this? You give me Neo, or we all die right here, right now.

Merovingian: Interesting deal. You are really ready to die for this man?

Trinity: [Cocks the gun she is pointing at his head] Believe it.

Persephone: She’ll do it. If she has to, she’ll kill every one of us. She’s in love.

Merovingian: It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity.

Trinity: Time’s up. What’s it gonna be, Merv?

The Merovingian: Mark my words, boy, and mark them well. I survived your predecessors and I will survive you.

The Merovingian: Handle" us?! You'll "handle" us?! You know, your predecessors had a lot more respect!

The Merovingian: Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without.

The Merovingian: Who has time? Who has time? But then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time?

The Merovingian: This is not over yet! Our sequel franchise spinoff!

The Merovingian: [mimics text message sound; [w:Facebook|Face-Zucker-suck; [w:Wikipedia|Wiki] You ruined every suck-my-silky-ass thing! We had grace! We had style! We had conversation! Not this... Art, films, books were all better! Originality mattered! You gave us ] and Cock-me-climatey-]-piss-and-shit!