Liam NeesonQuotes

Franze-Otto Dietrich: [from car to Linda Voss who is walking alone and has just been fired by Horst Drescher] It's me, ze zoup.

Franze-Otto Dietrich: He dismissed you?

Linda Voss: Yes.

Franze-Otto Dietrich: Ze doves were raw.

Linda Voss: I had no time, I arrived at 6:00.

Franze-Otto Dietrich: [talking to Linda Voss about Horst Drescher and the dinner for raw dove] He ate ze whole thing to pwove it was edible.

Franze-Otto Dietrich: You should have seen him. Pompous little ass. Eating a raw bird.

Alex Murphy: Mike, I get it. You wanna do the noble thing here. But I got news for you. There ain't no such thing as noble.

Michael MacCauley: [glancing at Prynne] It was you.

Alex Murphy: What are you talking about?

Michael MacCauley: You called me. You knew about the witness. You... you knew what they saw.

Alex Murphy: Yeah, I told you what happened.

Michael MacCauley: It was a cop who killed him. You set me up.

Sofia: Ricky was a city planner, and some nights he would have to work late, so I-I would go to his office to finish my homework. I was waiting for Ricky by the elevator when these two men show up. I didn't see their faces, but they were looking for Ricky. I hid cause I didn't wanna get him in trouble. But they wanted something from him. Then all of them start yelling, and I hear this noise. They were hurting him. I could hear him screaming. And he tells them that he doesn't have it, that it's back at his place.

Michael MacCauley: You took it.

Sofia: Of course I took it. I wanted to help. And then I look through the doorway and I see this guy. He's holding Ricky, and he hits him, and he says something about being noble.

Michael MacCauley: Noble?

Sofia: He says that doing the right thing will get you killed, and that there's no such thing as being noble. And then, they just... I didn't... I didn't know what to do. I...

Michael MacCauley: I know.

Sofia: I just took it, and... and I ran.

Michael MacCauley: Why didn't you call the police?

Sofia: I couldn't call the police. The men who killed him were cops.

Michael MacCauley: [repeated line] What's in the bag?

Michael MacCauley: [seeing Joanna reading "The Count of Monte Cristo"] What makes a man is what he does when the storm comes." Alexandre Dumas. Read that one a few years back. It's got a hell of an ending. This seat taken? The 6:20 every morning to Chicago. The 5:30 home. You know, I never took your for a commuter.

Michael MacCauley: Hey, Goldman Sachs. On behalf of the American middle class, fuck you.

Alistair Little: Get rid of me, Joe...so that when you wake up in the morning, it's not me in your head, it's your daughters. Don't give them me. Go home and tell them that you've killed me off. That I'm gone, forever. I'm nothing. Nothing. Go home and tell them that and live your life for them.

Alistair Little: [voiceover] I sit in meeting rooms all over the world and I help men to live with what they've done to a wife, a child, a stranger, a neighbour, how to live with that act of violence that's, you know, always there inside us. But I can't help myself. Sometimes I feel that this preacher is just the man I've become so that I can cheat my way through my life.

Alistair Little: For me to talk about the man I have become, you need to know about the man I was. I was fourteen when I joined the tartan gangs and I was fifteen when I joined the UVF. At that time, don't forget, there were riots on the streets every week; petrol bombs everyday, and that was just in our town. When you got home and switched on the TV, you could see what was happening in every other town as well, and it was like we were under siege. Fathers and brothers and friends were being killed in the streets, and the feeling was we had to do something. We're all in this together and we all have to do something. The thing you have to remember; what you have to understand, is the mindset. Once you have signed up to terror, and joined the organization; the group, your mind closes right down. It becomes only our story that matters, not their story - the Catholics. It's only *my* people that are being killed, and here suffering and that need looking after. Catholics being killed? Doesn't enter your head. And so when I went up to Sammy, our local commander, and told him I wanted to kill a Catholic man, it wasn't a wrong thing for me to do. In my head, it was the proper; the just; the fair; the good thing to do, and so, it was easy. When I got to the house, there was a boy in the street. I didn't expect him to be there, but, there he was. I only looked at him for a moment because I had a job to do, but if I had known that he was Jim's brother, I would have shot him as well. It was in the mindset. It was tit-for-tat, and perhaps one more - why not? That's what it was like. I was only seventeen. I'd seen my people fighting ever since I was a wee boy. You'd take sides with your friends as a boy, but we weren't just throwing stones over the fence - we were shooting guns. What I want to tell people; what society must do is to stop people getting to the point where they join the group. Because when you get to that point it's too late. No-one's gonna stop you. No-one's gonna change your mind. And once you're in, you will do anything. You will kill anyone on the other side, because it's right to do it. Once your man has joined the group, society has lost him. And what he needs to hear are voices on his own side, stopping him before he goes in. There were no voices on my side, not on my side of the town, not in my estate. No-one was telling me anything other than that killing is right. It was only in prison when I heard that other voice. And the Muslims now - you know the kids now are like I was then. They need to hear those voices now, stopping them from thinking that killing is good. They need their own people to say "no". That's where they need to hear it, and that's where I would put my money - on making those voices heard in every mosque in the country. When I got home my Mother and Father were watching the TV and it came on the news that the man I had shot was dead. I was so excited, I couldn't wait for when I would get my congratulations. Sammy was gonna come knocking at my door, he was going to lead me out into the street and proudly walk me into the bar, and everybody was gonna stand up and applaud. Me, I would have shot anyone for that. And that is why I talk to anybody who will listen now to tell them to stop boys like me thinking that to shoot an innocent and decent man in the head is a good thing.

Patron: Come to flog us that bloody treaty, have you?!

Michael Collins: I'm flogging fuck all; I've come to buy! Drinks for the county on me!

Michael Collins: [''To an Anti-Treaty rebel relaying his message to Eamon de Valera''; ...] Tell him... that Harry Boland's death was enough. Tell him that Mick Collins says he wants to end this bloody mayhem. Tell him I'm sorry I didn't bring back the Republic, but nobody could have! He was my chief always. I would have followed him to hell if he'd asked me... And maybe I did.

Michael Collins: You killed him you little uniform bit! You plugged him you little Free State gobshat! You were meant to protect him.

Free State Soldier: But, he was one of them, sir-

Michael Collins: No, son! You don't understand. He was one of us.

Michael Collins: For the first time in my life I'm scared.

Harry Boland: The Big Fellah, scared? I hate to tell you this, Mick, but you've got a right to be.

Michael Collins: You told me once I was good at mayhem, sheer bloody mayhem.

Harry Boland: Yeah.

Michael Collins: That's what I'm scared of because once I start... there'll be no stopping me.

Harry Boland: Don't you let it start, then. Tear up that treaty.

Michael Collins: It's the only thing we've got.

Harry Boland: So then it starts.

Michael Collins: What starts?

Harry Boland: We fight.

Michael Collins: They fight, we don't.

Harry Boland: You've said what you had to say, and you can go now, Mick.

Michael Collins: [''Moves toward Boland''] Listen to me, please- listen to me!

Harry Boland: I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY TO YOU!

Michael Collins: Do it, kid.

Harry Boland: Put the gun down!

Michael Collins: DO IT! Save us all a lot of bother!

Harry Boland: [''Charges and slams the guard against a bed, aiming the pistol at his back''; ''To Collins''] Didn't you hear me? I said PUT THE GUN DOWN! Get out.

Michael Collins: I will not fight against men I trained with, I fought with!

Dáil Member: The people have spoken, Mr. Collins, overwhelmingly in favour of the treaty you brought home!

Arthur Griffith: They've occupied the Four Courts, half of O'Connell Street, Limerick, Cork- it's anarchy out there!

Michael Collins: Better anarchy than civil war!

Arthur Griffith: We've got to do something. Churchill's offered us artillery!

Michael Collins: For Christ's sake, let Churchill do his own dirty work!

Arthur Griffith: Maybe he will, Michael. Maybe he will.

British officer: You're seven minutes late, Mr. Collins.

Michael Collins: You've kept us waiting seven hundred years. You can have your seven minutes.

Eamon de Valera: You published the terms without MY agreement!

Michael Collins: They were the best we could get.

Eamon de Valera: In your opinion!

Michael Collins: And what's more, Dev, you sent me there because you knew they were best we could get.

Eamon de Valera: That is idle speculation.

Eamon de Valera: What would you know about peace?

Michael Collins: When I agreed to go to London, you said we could negotiate on behalf of the Irish people and our government, the Dáil. If they accept it, I accept it; if they reject it I reject it. And I want to know you'll do the same.

Eamon de Valera: If we are to negotiate as a legitimate government, our armed forces must act like a legitimate army.

Michael Collins: What, exactly, do you mean, Dev?

Eamon de Valera: I mean large scale engagements.

Michael Collins: You mean, like, in 1916? The great, heroic, ethical failure. All marchin in step towards slaughter. Why don't we save them all the bother and blow our own brains out?!

Cathal Brugha: How dare you!

Michael Collins: How do you think we even got them to this point? Where they'll even consider talking? We brought them to their knees the only way we could!

Eamon de Valera: They call us murderers.

Michael Collins: War is murder! Sheer bloody murder! If you'd been here for the past year, you'd know that!

Harry Boland: Oh, did you hear there's a butterfly been seen in West Clare? Its wings are green, white, and yellow.

Michael Collins: Oh, God!

Harry Boland: The lads say it's a sign.

Michael Collins: Sign? My... fuck it!

Harry Boland: I'm tellin ya.

Michael Collins: You know the problem with butterflies?

Kitty Kiernan: What's that?

Michael Collins: They only last one day.

Harry Boland: Aye, but what a day, Mick!

Cathal Brugha: The Minister is as usual exceeding his brief!

Michael Collins: And what is my brief, Cathal?

Cathal Brugha: Intelligence.

Michael Collins: Bullshit! I'm Minister for Gun-Running, Daylight Robbery, and General Mayhem!

Eamon de Valera: Wait, Michael, wait...

Michael Collins: Till when?

Eamon de Valera: Until the next time.

Harry Boland: What happens next time?

Michael Collins: We won't play by their rules, Harry. We'll invent our own.

Michael Collins: [Trying to convince the Dáil to accept the Anglo-Irish Treaty] I would plead with every person here. Make me a scapegoat if you will, call me a traitor if you will, but please, let's save the country. The alternative to this treaty is a war which nobody in this gathering can even contemplate. If the price of freedom, the price of peace is the blackening of my name, I will gladly pay it.

Cosette: Please tell me what this is all about, papa. Please, please tell me what this is. Please, what is it?

Jean Valjean: [stammering] I... I am a convict. When I was young... just your age I was very poor, I was starving. One day, I stood in front of the window. A window full of bread, there was just glass between me... and not being hungry anymore, it was so easy. So I broke it... and took what I wanted. Then they caught me... and put me in chains for almost 19 years. They did things to me... I can't tell you about it, and I did things, there in jail. Terrible things. I became an animal. They took my dignity, they took everything from me.

Marius: If we can't win today, then none of us have a future.

Jean Valjean: You have love. That's the only future God gives us.

Captain Beauvais: [pointing a pistol at Valjean with a trembling hand] Are you a convict? Is that true?

Jean Valjean: Yes.

Captain Beauvais: Where's the inspector, in there?

Jean Valjean: Inside.

Captain Beauvais: Did you kill him?

Captain Beauvais: [lowers his pistol; hands over his pistol to Valjean] That's a pity. You'd better hit me hard enough... to make a lump.

Jean Valjean: Brevet, Lombard, Bertin. Look at me. You recognize me? I recognize you, Brevet. You were an informer in Toulon, I see you're still a snitch.

Brevet: Valjean?

Jean Valjean: [turns to Lombard] Hello, Brevet. And you, Lombard, don't look at my fancy clothes, don't look at my scraped chin. Look at my eyes. You called yourself Godless, right? You've got a scar on your left shoulder. I gave it to you the night you tried to kill me, remember? When I pinned you over the stove.

Lombard: It is you...

Jean Valjean: Show the court your scar.

Jean Valjean: Bertin, the hollow of your left arm, there's a date tatooed, 1789, the year of the revolution. Show them!

Jean Valjean: I know these men, Monsieur le President, and they know me. I am the man you want. I am Jean Valjean.

Judge: Monsieur le maire, I know you to be a kind man, but this...

Jean Valjean: A kind? A kind man? When I was in prison I was as ignorant and mean and devious as these men here, but not kind. And I wish I could keep my mouth shut and let this poor wretch suffer for me, but... continue with your investigation, monsieur, you will find further proof that I am Valjean.

Javert: Monsieur, a serious... a grave violation of the public trust has been committed. An inferior has shown a complete lack of respect for the law. He must be exposed and punished.

Jean Valjean: Who is the offender?

Javert: I am. I slandered you Monsieur le maire, I'm here to ask that you demand my dismissal.

Jean Valjean: You might be making a mistake.

Javert: Mistake? What kind of mistake is that?

Jean Valjean: Sometimes, people move into town to start a new slate, you might be doing more harm than good by prying into their private lives.

Jean Valjean: When you're better, I'll find work for you.

Fantine: But you don't understand, I'm a whore... and Cosette has no father.

Jean Valjean: She has the Lord. He is her father. And you're his creation. In his eyes, you have never been anything but an innocent and... beautiful woman.

Jean Valjean: You look better everyday.

Fantine: Liar.

Bishop: Now don't forget, don't ever forget, you've promised to become a new man.

Jean Valjean: Promise? Wha, Why are you doing this?

Bishop: Jean Valjean my brother you no longer belong to evil. With this silver, I have bought your soul. I've ransomed you from fear and hatred, and now I give you back to God.

Mme. Gilot: [sharing their meal] What crime did you commit?

Jean Valjean: Maybe I killed someone... How do you know I'm not going to murder you?

Bishop: How do you know I'm not going to murder you?

Jean Valjean: What is that - a joke?

Bishop: I guess we'll have to trust each other.

Jean Valjean: [to Fantine, as he is being taken away] This is right, my dear. I stole something, I did. I stole happiness with you. I don't mind paying.

Jean Valjean: Nineteen years, now the real punishment begins.

Dr. David Marrow: Okay, so why are we here? Probably to answer the most basic question: "What is wrong with you people?

Briar Gates: I should have waited for you. We could have whooped em together.

Briar Gates: I found out more in two hours than you did in two weeks. I know who killed Gerald.

Briar Gates: [after shooting the arcade games and the mob's Chinese food with his shotgun during the interrogation] How's your memory doin now, boys? Gerald Gates, shot in the back of one of your trucks.

Briar Gates: This land's mine!... I can go out and take a piss on it in the middle on the night if I want to!

John Ottway: There's not a second that goes by when I'm not thinking of you in some way. I want to see your face, feel your hands in mine, feel you against me. But I know that will never be. You left me, and I can't get you back. I move like I imagine the damned do, cursed. And I feel like it's only a matter of time. I don't know why I'm writing this. I don't know what can come of it. I know I can't get you back. I don't know why this has happened to us. I feel like it's me. Bad luck. Poison. And I've stopped doing this world any real good.

John Ottway: [stumbling upon the wolves' den] The den. It's their fucking den.

John Ottway: [receives no response] Do something. Do something. You phony prick fraudulent motherfucker. Do something! Come on! Prove it! Fuck faith! Earn it! Show me something real! I need it now. Not later. Now! Show me and I'll believe in you until the day I die. I swear. I'm calling on you. I'm calling on you! Fuck it. I'll do it myself.

John Ottway: I'm going to start beating the shit out of you in the next five seconds.

John Ottway: We're going to get a large branch and sharpen the end of it, and we're going to shove it up this thing's ass. Then we're going to eat it.

John Ottway: My dad was not without love... but a cliched Irish motherfucker when he wanted to be. Drinker, brawler, all that stuff. Never shed a tear. Saw weakness everywhere. But he had this thing for poems... poetry. Reading them, quoting them. Probably thought it rounded him off, you know. His way of apologizing, I guess. And there was one that hung over the desk in his den. It was only when I was a lot older, I realized he had written it. It was untitled, four lines. I read it at his funeral. "Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day.

John Ottway: A job at the end of the world. A salaried killer for a big petroleum company. I don't know why I did half the things I've done, but I know this is where I belong, surrounded by my own. Ex-cons, fugitives, drifters, assholes. Men unfit for mankind.

B.A.: [wakes up] Why are we in a falling tank?!

Murdock: Because the plane exploded!

B.A.: What pla- What?! When?

Murdock: Recently. The Reapers shot it down!

B.A.: What Reapers?

Murdock: [grins] The same ones that are still trying to kill us!

B.A.: I blame you, Hannibal!

Hannibal: Technically we're not flying.

B.A.: I know! Cos we're falling, fool!

B.A.: [overlooking Hannibal's mission plan] Oh hell yeah, Hannibal! This is it right here!

Murdock: This is bat shit insane! It's perfect!

Face: This is beyond nuts, boss.

Hannibal: [laughs] It gets better.

Hannibal: I guess everybody's met Mr. Murdock.

Face: Met him? He lit my arm on fire!

B.A.: And he stitched a lightning bolt in mine, man.

Clyde Martin: Just one more question. You've just told me your entire history: childhood, family, career, every person you've ever had sex with. But there hasn't been a single mention of love.

Alfred Kinsey: That's because it's impossible to measure love. And, as you know, without measurements there can be no science. But I have been thinking a lot about the problem lately.

Clyde Martin: Mmh, "problem"?

Alfred Kinsey: When it comes to love, we're all in the dark.

Clyde Martin: So, you do think it matters?

Alfred Kinsey: Who can tell me which part of the human body can enlarge a hundred times? You, miss?

Female Student: I'm sure I don't know. And you've no right to ask me such a question in a mixed class.

Alfred Kinsey: [the rest of the class laughs.] I was referring to the pupil in your eye, young lady. And I think I should tell you, you're in for a terrible disappointment.

Alfred Kinsey: What's your most common position?

Couple being interviewed: There's more than one?

Alfred Kinsey: Everybody's sin is nobody's sin, and everybody's crime is no crime at all.

Alfred Kinsey: Love is the answer, isn't it? But sex raises a lot of very interesting questions.

Clinch: [after Clinch shoots him and distracts him long enough for the venom to kick in; drowsily] What's happening to me...?

Albert: [as Clinch succumbs to his death, slowly lying down; cut to flashback with Albert and the Indians putting snake venom in a bullet; cut to present] You know, there are a million ways to die in the west, Clinch. There's, uh, famine, disease, gunfights...and, uh, wild animals. You know, like snakes. And, you know, the funny thing is, you don't even have to get bitten. All you need is a little bit of the venom introduced into your bloodstream, and you're pretty much screwed. For example, if you drain a certain amount of venom from the fangs of a diamondback rattler into a hollow-tip bullet, you really only need one shot. Now, I knew my aim wasn't good enough to hit you anywhere important. But if I caught you by surprise... Well, Anna taught me just enough to get me in the ballpark. And just a small amount of venom in an open wound is enough to kill a man if he's-

Ruth: Albert! He's dead. You did it.

Albert: Oh.

Ruth: Yeah.

Albert: Did he hear all that smart stuff I did?

Edward: Uh...no. No, I don't think so.

Albert: Oh. Well, it was still good though.

Edward: Yeah, it was great!

Ruth: I thought it was really good.

Admiral Shane: [After the Secretary of Defense demands that Shane try to send more planes at the aliens' force field, which is impenetrable] I'm far more aware than you of the need to get inside, but wasting lives will not help! You want me to send up another plane? I'll do it the second you get up here and put your ass in the co-pilot's seat, SIR!

Admiral Shane: Sir, I can't explain this. We've lost communication with everyone on the other side of the barrier. We can't get in, and they can't get out.

Admiral Shane: [''...''; After receiving his brother's Navy Cross, Alex Hopper turns to leave] We take great pride in honoring the many men and women who demonstrated exceptional gallantry in the face of overwhelming enemy force. Valor and courage were exhibited by so many... that I cannot honor them all. It is my great privilege to recognize those few whose actions deserve special note. Lieutenant Colonel, United States Army, Retired- Mick Canales. The President of the United States takes great pleasure in presenting the Navy Cross to Commander Stone Hopper, for extraordinary heroism. Receiving the award on behalf of his brother- Lieutenant Commander Alex Hopper. Stand fast, Mr. Hopper. It is my great pleasure to present you with the Silver Star, for your exceptional heroism and gallantry in combat operations. And I look forward to seeing you at sea on a ship of your own command. Soon.

Admiral Shane: [to Stone Hopper; angrily, but calmly; Stone: Or you will plunge to destruction. Homer, sir; Stone: Negative, sir] What is wrong with you? You've got skills but I have never, EVER, seen a man waste them like you. Keep the ship out of the surf and spray... The fact that you know that infuriates me beyond words. What my daughter sees in you is a great mystery to me. You're a very smart individual with very weak character, leadership and decision-making skills. Do you have anything to say to me? Anything? Enjoy these naval exercises, Hopper. They're likely to be your last. Dismissed.

Daniel: You know, Sammy, I'm sure she's unique and extraordinary, but... the general wisdom is that, in the end, there isn't just one person for each of us.

Sam: [referring to the [[Titanic; holds up one finger] ] film] There was for Kate and Leo. There was for you. There is for me. She's "the one".

Daniel: Fair enough.

Daniel: Option One: ask her out.

Sam: Impossible.

Daniel: Fair enough. Option Two: become her friend.

Sam: She's the most popular girl in school and she hates boys.

Daniel: Okay. Option Three: kidnap her and keep her tied up in your room until she agrees to marry you.

Sam: It's a route I've considered.

Daniel: And quite rightly rejected on the grounds of...

Sam: Hygiene.

Daniel: So what's the problem, Sammy-o? Is it just Mum or is it something else? Maybe... school – are you being bullied? Or is it something worse? Can you give me any clues at all?

Sam: You really want to know?

Daniel: I really want to know.

Sam: Even though you won't be able to do anything to help?

Daniel: Even if that's the case, yeah.

Sam: OK. The truth is actually... I'm in love.

Daniel: Sorry?

Sam: I know I should be thinking about Mum all the time, and I am. But the truth is I'm in love and I was before she died, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Daniel: Aren't you a bit young to be in love?

Sam: No.

Daniel: Oh, OK, right. Well, I'm a little relieved.

Sam: Why?

Daniel: Well, you know – I thought it might be something worse.

Sam: [incredulous] Worse than the total agony of being in love?

Daniel: Oh. No, you're right. Yeah, total agony.

Ray: What the fuck is the matter with you, man? Why aren't you afraid?

Matthew Scudder: I don't know. Maybe I don't care if you shoot me or not. Or maybe there's a high-powered rifle pointed at your head.

Ray: I could still kill you.

Matthew Scudder: I'm right here. In some ways you'd be doing me a big favor.

Ray: Nah... I think I'll just fade into the shadows.

Matthew Scudder: I already know what you look like, Ray.

Ray: [beat] What do you know?

Matthew Scudder: I know you're a genetic fuck-up, who, if I'd met on the street 10 years ago, I'd have thrown you out of a fucking window.

Ray: The dog's name is Watson.

Matthew Scudder: Watson. And the other dog? The one before?

Ray: [beat] She couldn't tell me what breed the other dog was. She was young when it died. They had it put to sleep, she said. It's a silly term for it, don't you think? I mean, you're gonna kill something you ought to have the courage to say that that's what you're doing. You're not talking, you still there?

Matthew Scudder: I'm here.

Ray: I gather it was a mongrel. So many of us are.

Matthew Scudder: [TJ does so] Point it at me, like you're gonna shoot me. Go ahead. Come on. That the way you hold a gun?

TJ: That's the way I hold it, yeah.

Matthew Scudder: You know how to jack the clip? Empty it? Clean it?

Matthew Scudder: But the gun's still not empty. You know that, right? You know there's still a round left in the chamber here? Now put it back together.

Matthew Scudder: Caress it. Rub it. Like it's part of you. Feels good, doesn't it?

TJ: Word! It's all oily and whatnot.

Matthew Scudder: Turn off the safety. Now cock it. Now put it to your temple and pull the fucking trigger.

TJ: What?

Matthew Scudder: You heard me. Shoot yourself in the head. Might as well get it over with now. Because you walk around with a gun, sooner or later it's gonna happen anyway. No rewind, no going out for popcorn and coming back to the show. It's just you with that gun in your hand, stupid look on your face, and your hash all over the wall. Take it easy now, TJ.

Jonas Loogen: What was it I said gave me away?

Matthew Scudder: Everything. You're a weirdo, Jonas.

Matthew Scudder: So what? You gonna stab me now with that big fucking knife?

Jonas Loogen: It's gonna bother me too, for a long time. I know it will.

Matthew Scudder: How much is it gonna bother you if I take that knife away and stick it in your neck?

Kenny Kristo: [on Scudder's police career] Nah, the corruption got to you, huh?

Matthew Scudder: Not really. It would have been hard to support my family without it.

Kenny Kristo: So you're a private detective, is that right?

Matthew Scudder: Unlicensed.

Kenny Kristo: What's that mean?

Matthew Scudder: It means that sometimes I do favors for people and sometimes in return, they give me gifts.

Matthew Scudder: You want your money, or do you want to be looking behind you for the rest of your worthless fucking life?

Matthew Scudder: Whoever it was who took your wife, didn't just pick your name out of a hat. They'd been following her, know her schedule. They've done this before and they're going to do this again.

Matthew Scudder: [repeated line] I stopped drinking that day. It just wasn't as fun after that.

Zeus: Your boy gave you strength. As did mine.

Hades: Argos is fallen. Do you feel stronger, brother? You thought the Kraken would bring you their prayers, but the Kraken is my child. It feeds only me.

Zeus: I command Olympus! Remember who you serve!

Hades: I serve myself! I have, since you cheated me. You sent me to the Underworld to be hated while you basked in their love.

Zeus: We need the love of humans.

Hades: No, you need it. I survive on their fear. Your reign is over, Brother Zeus. You'll watch while my blessed avenger devours their hopes and then finally, you'll know my pain.

Zeus: There is still a demigod in Argos, brother. Perseus...

Hermes: Zeus, you must bring an end to this. They've attacked our temples!

Poseidon: Now they dare to desecrate Zeus image!

Demeter: We could reach out to them!

Apollo: Accommodation could be made! A truce!

Zeus: No! I created them. And they reward my love with defiance? There will be no truce!

Hades: Finally, some rage from you. How long has it been? How long, brother, since you've seen my face?

Zeus: Hades.

Hades: Endless years I've watched from the Underworld and saw your wrath tempered with love. You created them for one reason, so their prayers would fuel our immortality. But you love them too well, they've grown strong. And now, I am forced to rise because we are all threatened.

Zeus: What do you want, brother?

Hades: Let me loose upon them. They will pray again and you will bathe in their awe and fear. And we will grow strong again.

Apollo: He belongs in the Underworld, not here!

Hades: You do not tell me where I belong. You said it is love that feeds us, but you depend on their love. I've only learned to live on their fear. Their pain.

Poseidon: Zeus? Our brother speaks the truth. Give it to him.

Zeus: Go, do what you will.

Apollo: Father, we need the mortals!

Zeus: No, Apollo. Hades is right. Their insolence are surprised. Like children, they need to be reminded of the order of things! Set an example, brother. Turn them on each other, and back into our arms.

Catherine Stewart: You and I used to make love three times a day. Then every day. Then once a week. And then we had a child. We had life and work, we were best friends, and then I didn’t know how to go from your best friend to your lover.

David Stewart: You stopped touching me.

Catherine Stewart: I couldn't look at myself. I didn’t know who I was. I think I’m nineteen, and then I look in the mirror, and I’m this person who doesn't know how to seduce you.

Catherine Stewart: Did you find that waitress sexy?

David Stewart: Which one?

Catherine Stewart: The one you were flirting with.

David Stewart: Oh come on, I was being friendly.

Customer: Hey.

Ted: Hello.

Customer: I'd, uh, like to ask a few questions about this breakfast cereal.

Ted: Uh, yeah. Yeah. A box of Trix?

Customer: Yes, that's right. I've been led to understand that Trix are exclusively for children. Is that correct?

Ted: Well, I mean they say, uh, "Trix are for kids," in the commercials, so-

Customer: Uh-huh, uh-huh. And is that enforced by law?

Ted: Uh, not to my knowledge, no.

Customer: So if I purchase these Trix, there'll be no trouble?

Ted: No, no, you-you should be fine.

Customer: You do understand that I myself am not a child?

Ted: Uh, I was able to sniff that out, yeah.

Customer: Okay, I'm gonna bring these back to my apartment.

Ted: Uh, yeah, you'll be okay.

Customer: And, uh, I won't be followed?

Ted: Uh, no, that's not in our budget here.

Customer: Hey, I won't forget what you've done for me here today.

Ted: I would prefer that you do. Jesus Christ.

Oskar Schindler: [To the factory's SS guards; The guards gradually exit; he addresses the workers again] The unconditional surrender of Germany has just been announced. At midnight tonight, the war is over. Tomorrow you'll begin the process of looking for survivors of your families. In most cases … you won't find them. After six long years of murder, victims are being mourned throughout the world. We've survived. Many of you have come up to me and thanked me. Thank yourselves. Thank your fearless Stern, and others among you who worried about you and faced death at every moment. I am a member of the Nazi Party. I'm a munitions manufacturer. I'm a profiteer of slave labor. I am … a criminal. At midnight, you'll be free and I'll be hunted. I shall remain with you until five minutes after midnight, after which time – and I hope you'll forgive me – I have to flee. I know you have received orders from our commandant, which he has received from his superiors, to dispose of the population of this camp. Now would be the time to do it. Here they are; they're all here. This is your opportunity. … Or, you could leave, and return to your families as men instead of murderers. In memory of the countless victims among your people, I ask us to observe three minutes of silence.

Oskar Schindler: [To his wife, Emilie] No doorman or Maître D will ever mistake you again. I promise.

Oskar Schindler: [To Brinnlitz guards; To the Commanding Officer, Josef Liepold] Under Department W provisions, it is unlawful to kill a worker without just cause. Under the Businesses Compensation Fund, I am entitled to file damage claims for such deaths. If you shoot without thinking, you go to prison, I get paid. That's how it works. So, there will be no summary executions here. There will be no interference of any kind with production. In hopes of ensuring that, guards will no longer be allowed on the factory floor without my authorization. For your cooperation, you have my gratitude.

Oskar Schindler: [To guards pulling girls out of the lines to get the train to Brinnlitz] Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doing?! These are mine! These are my workers, they should be on my train! They're skilled munitions workers! They're essential. Essential girls! Their fingers polish the insides of shell metal casings. How else am I to polish the inside of a 45-millimeter shell casing? You tell me. You tell me!

Oskar Schindler: [[w:Brünnlitz labor camp|Brinnlitz] The train with the women has already left Płaszów and will be arriving here very shortly. I know you've had a long journey, but it's only a short walk further to the factory where hot soup and bread is waiting for you. Welcome to ].

Oskar Schindler: I violated the Race and Resettlement Act. Though I doubt anyone can point out the actual provision to me. I kissed a Jewish girl.

Oskar Schindler: [To [[w:Gestapo|Gestapo] ] men, as they are arresting him] I'm not saying you'll regret it, but you might. You should be aware of that.

Oskar Schindler: It is my distinct pleasure to announce the fully operational status of Deutsche Email Fabrik – manufacturers of superior enamelware crockery, expressly designed and crafted for military use, utilizing only the most modern equipment. DEF's staff of highly skilled and experienced artisans and journeymen deliver a product of unparalleled quality, enabling me to proffer with absolute confidence and pride, a full line of field and kitchen ware unsurpassable in all respects by my competitors. See attached list and available colors. Anticipating the enclosed bids will meet with your approval, and looking forward to a long and mutually prosperous association, I extend to you, in advance, my sincerest gratitude and very best regards. Oskar Schindler.

Oskar Schindler: [To Pfefferberg] Boxed teas are good, coffee, pâté, um, kiełbasa sausage, cheeses, beluga caviar. And of course, who could live without German cigarettes, as many as you can find. And some more fresh fruit – the real rarities: oranges, lemons, pineapples. I need several boxes of Cuban cigars, the best. And dark unsweetened chocolate, not in the shape of lady fingers, the chunk chocolate, big as my hand. You sample it at wine tastings. We're going to need lots of cognac, the best – Hennessy. Dom Pérignon champagne. Get L'Espadon sardines. And, oh, try to find nylon stockings.

Ducard: Your compassion is a weakness your enemies will not share.

Bruce: That's why it's so important. It separates us from them.

Henri Ducard: You're stronger than your father.

Bruce Wayne: You didn't know my father.

Ducard: But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved ones is just poison in your veins. And one day, you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed, so you'd be spared your pain. I wasn't always here in the mountains. Once I had a wife, my great love. She was taken from me. Like you, I was forced to learn that there are those without decency that must be fought without hesitation, without pity. Your anger gives you great power, but if you let it, it will destroy you, as it almost did me.

Bruce: What stopped it?

Ducard: Vengeance.

Bruce: That's no help to me.

Ducard: Why, Bruce? Why did you not avenge your parents?

Henri Ducard: [Bruce attacks him furiously] Your parents death was not your fault. It was your father's. Anger does not change the fact that your father failed to act.

Bruce Wayne: The man had a gun!

Ducard: Would that stop you?

Bruce: I've had training!

Ducard: [counterattacks, driving Bruce back] The training is nothing! The will is everything! The will to act!

Ducard: What do you seek?

Bruce Wayne: I seek the means to fight injustice. To turn fear against those who prey on the fearful.

Henri Ducard: Are you so desperate to fight criminals that you lock yourself in to take them on one at a time?

Bruce Wayne: Actually, there were seven of them.

Ducard: I counted six, Mr. Wayne.

Bruce: How do you know my name?

Ducard: The world is too small a place for someone like Bruce Wayne to disappear no matter how low he chooses to sink.

Bruce: Who are you?

Ducard: My name is merely Ducard, but I speak for Ra’s Al Ghul, a man greatly feared by the criminal underworld. A man who can offer you a path.

Bruce: What makes you think I need a path?

Ducard: Someone like you is only here by choice. You have been exploring the criminal fraternity, but whatever your original intentions, you have become truly lost.

Bruce: And what path can Ra’s Al Ghul offer?

Ducard: The path of a man who shares his hatred of evil and wished to serve true justice. The path of the League of Shadows.

Bruce: You’re vigilantes.

Ducard: No, no, no. A vigilante is just a man lost in the scramble for his own gratification. He can be destroyed or locked up. But if you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can’t stop you, then you become something else entirely.

Bruce: Which is?

Ducard: A legend, Mr. Wayne. Tomorrow, you will be released. If you are bored of brawling with thieves and want to achieve something, there is a rare blue flower that grows on the eastern slopes. Pick one of these flowers. If you can carry it to the top of the mountain, you may find what you were looking for in the first place.

Bruce: And what was I looking for?

Ducard: Only you can know that.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: I have a bad feeling about this.

Qui-Gon Jinn: I don't sense anything.

Obi-Wan: It's not about the mission, Master. It's something... elsewhere. Elusive.

Qui-Gon: Don't center on your anxieties, Obi-Wan. Keep your concentration here and now, where it belongs.

Obi-Wan: But Master Yoda said I should be mindful of the future.

Qui-Gon: But not at the expense of the moment. Be mindful of the living Force, young Padawan.

Obi-Wan: Yes, Master. How do you think this Trade Viceroy will deal with the Chancellor's demands?

Qui-Gon: These Federation types are cowards. The negotiations will be short.