Matthew ModineQuotes

Sweet Stephan: Hey, you're not from England you know.

Mr. Jack: No, I'm not.

Song lyrics: In this life, you just need something to go right...

Sweet Stephen: Maybe it's conscience-driven.

Mr. Jack: Are you guilty?

Sweet Stephen: Yeah, I fucking am.

Mr. Jack: What do you feel guilty about?

Sweet Stephen: I'm not sure. Evil begat evil, so... Where the fuck do I come from?

Mr. Jack: What?! You- I asked you why Philly was sent to the porn store. You said you hadn't thought that far in advance. Any fucking ideas?!

Sweet Stephen: Doesn't much matter.

Mr. Jack: Yes, it does. Well, millions of people pray to God up above to protect them.

Sweet Stephen: From who?

Mr. Jack: I- I don't- If there's a God above, there must be something else for balance. It's obvious that there's two choices. Some choose one, some choose the other. Some choose both. Those that choose both are probably smarter.

Sweet Stephen: What if it seems like somebody has made a choice. Can he change his mind?

Mr. Jack: That would depende on how far down the path he's gone. Could be too late. Or it could be fate. It's the endless possibilities of fate, not the idea itself, that scares the shit out of everyone.

Sweet Stephen: Ah! I told you I don't believe in fucking fate.

Mr. Jack: [''Voices echoes''] You said you believe in God. What makes you think he doesn't have reason, purpose? That's what fate does- in ensures that everything that's supposed to happen, happens. And everyone does what they're supposed to do.

Sweet Stephen: [''Exhales deeply''] Fuck. Sorry.

Mr. Jack: Hey mate, it's alright. Pretend you're on one of those roller coasters. Sit back, relax, try not to throw up, and if you feel like screaming, feel free.

Sweet Stephen: Shut the fuck up. Get away from me.

Song lyrics: Open up our eyes...

Mr. Jack: [''Sweet Stephen grunts and gags''] Nobody can control death.

Song lyrics: So we can see more...

Sweet Stephen: [''Screams''] Fucker!

Mr. Jack: You know what? Today was a great day.

Sweet Stephan: It was a day.

Mr. Jack: The perfect mix of intrigue, danger, tragedy, love, sex, violence and plain old American fun.

Sweet Stephan: You're not from England, you know.

Sweet Stephan: So, he-hey, do you know why Philly robbed the porno store or not?

Mr. Jack: The answer is yes. And if you gave it some thought, you'd know too.

Sweet Stephan: I don't like thinking, you just tell me.

Mr. Jack: The answer is elementary my dear Stephen. Evil, begets evil.

Sweet Stephan: And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Mr. Jack: It means, that there is a logical, and natural force in the world. It preserves things spherically. Everything that goes around comes around. What goes up, must come down. You with me?

Sweet Stephan: I'm with you so far.

Mr. Jack: Good work and hard effort will undoubtedly reap reward. Do something good, something good will come from it. Right?

Sweet Stephan: Right.

Mr. Jack: Well, the opposite is true. Do something wicked, something wicked, this way comes.

Sweet Stephan: Equate this to the fucking porno store.

Mr. Jack: Well, contrary to popular belief, the selling of sex in any form is wrong. I'm not saying I agree with it, but check your bible, they're not going for it.

Sweet Stephan: Is-masturbation evil?

Mr. Jack: According to my mother yes. Thank god she's dead.

Sweet Stephan: So the very existence of the porno store-was conceived in evil.

Mr. Jack: Wickedness, yes.

Sweet Stephan: And Bucky had something coming to him because he satisfied my desire to see other people fucking.

Mr. Jack: [''To passerbys''] Voyeurism, correct. Gentlemen!

Sweet Stephan: So, Philly was sent in to even things out an eye for an eye-why would he get his head blown off by Tommy the cop?

Mr. Jack: There are various levels, of evil. Selling porno in a crappy Los Angeles hellhole is not as evil as robbing that same place and shooting an innocent clerk. There's an unbalance there and the-forces of nature don't allow for that kind of thing.

Sweet Stephan: So... Because the evil committed by Philly far outweighed the evil committed by Bucky, an arbitrator had to be brought in.

Mr. Jack: An interloper.

Sweet Stephan: Tommy the cop.

Mr. Jack: Precisely.

Sweet Stephan: And evil begets evil.

Mr. Jack: By George, I think you've got it.

Sweet Stephan: What makes you so sure he wouldn't-turn our lights out?

Mr. Jack: You said it yourself in the porno store. Wasn't in his nature. Really Stephen. You don't give yourself enough credit.

Sweet Stephan: I could've been wrong. You know? If that cop had come in two seconds later-.

Mr. Jack: It was fate then.

Sweet Stephan: Fate's what people believe in when it's the last choice they've got.

Mr. Jack: Oh my, I disagree. I think fate had everything to do with it. It was fate that we were in the store to begin with. It was fate that there was a clerk behind the counter, and it was his fate to die today. I believe in fate as much as I believe in love.

Sweet Stephan: I know you do. But that doesn't make a difference. You didn't know.

Mr. Jack: Well I'll tell you this I go by two things, intuition, and assumption. Intuition tells me what to think and how to act. And assumption rules out the rest.

Sweet Stephan: And you'd risk your life based on that line of shit?

Mr. Jack: If we stop assuming, we'll lose something important. An assumption, is a leap of faith to believe that, something that we really want to believe is actually true. If we stop making assumptions, we might just lose our faith.

Sweet Stephan: I was scared.

Mr. Jack: And that's okay.

Sweet Stephan: Uh, what if uh-my intuition tells me-that we're both gonna die-soon?

Mr. Jack: Sweet Stephen, everything dies. The world is a circle, and everything dies.

Bucky: $9.95.

Customer: And a jar of vaseline.

Bucky: Big night planned, do ya?

Customer: I guess so.

Bucky: The vaseline's on the house.

Sweet Stephen: You ever notice there's three types of porn?

Mr. Jack: Strangely enough, I've never given it a thought.

Sweet Stephen: [[w:Marilyn Chambers|Marilyn Chambers; [w:Rhonda Jo Petty|Rhonda Jo Petty; [w:Seka (actress)|Seka; [w:Breast implant|breast implants; [w:liposuction|liposuction] You've got your old-school smut- ], ], ]. This was before ] and ], so they really had to know how to fuck.

Customer: Thank you, Bucky.

Sweet Stephen: [[w:Ginger Lynn|Ginger Lynn; [w:Jenna Jameson|Jenna Jameson; [w:Femme fatale|Femmes fatales; [w:Traci Lords|Traci Lords; [w:breast|the titties] Then you've got your next wave of porn, okay? ], ]- ]. Oh, I have yet to mention... ah! ]. The plotlines got weaker but ] go bigger.

Mr. Jack: Fascinating.

Sweet Stephen: Which leads me to our third kind: a montage- no plotline at all.

Mr. Jack: What a wonderful dissertation.

Sweet Stephen: But through it all, I've seen one common denominator.

Mr. Jack: Cheesy music?

Sweet Stephen: No, one consistent factor.

Mr. Jack: Is this your conclusion?

Sweet Stephen: [[w:Ron Jeremy|Ron Jeremy] ].

Mr. Jack: Excuse me?

Sweet Stephen: [[w:Cary Grant|Cary Grant; [w:Human penis|penises] Ron fucking Jeremy, the ] of ].

Mr. Jack: A poet, that's what you are.

Sweet Stephen: Why, thank you. Of course, now with the internet, the girls are-

Mr. Jack: Oy! Aren't you a little young to be in here?!

Customer: I'm a midget.

Mr. Jack: Midgets! We were just talking about you people! Stephen heel. Come her. Ha, nice lad. Have fun. Ah, youth.

Joe Slovak: [confronting Dr. Woodruff after his roommate was asked to leave medical school] He's human. Not superhuman, just human. He did what he thought he had to do because he wanted to be a doctor more than anything else in the world and you ruined this for him.

Joe Slovak: [to his family after reading a letter from a med school] What? What's the matter? You never seen a medical student before?

Louden Swain: But all I ever settled for is that we're born to live and then to die, and... we got to do it alone, each in his own way. And I guess that's why we got to love those people who deserve it like there's no tomorrow. Cause when you get right down to it - there isn't.

Louden Swain: [about Carla] She's got all the best things I like in girls and all the best things I like in guys.

Louden Swain: My name's Louden, Louden Swain. Last week I turned 18. I wasn't ready for it. I haven't done anything yet. So I made this deal with myself. This is the year I make my mark.

Dr. Robert Gallo: All right, explain one thing to me. Ten times ten times ten, my name is in every book ever written on the human retrovirus. Why would you get in bed with the French instead of me?

Dr. Don Francis: Is it you against the French? I thought we were all against the virus. If you go to court now, everybody loses. You, the people who die while you quibble...

Dr. Robert Gallo: [Interrupting] What do you want?

Dr. Don Francis: I want to stop you from turning a holocaust into an international pissing contest!

Blood Bank executive: [[CDC] Is the ] seriously suggesting that the blood industry spends $100M a year to use the test for the wrong disease because we have a handful of transfusion fatalities and eight dead hemophiliacs?

Dr. Don Francis: How many dead hemophiliacs do you need? How many people have to die to make it cost efficient for you people to do something about it? A hundred? A thousand? Give us a number so we won't annoy you again until the amount of money you begin spending on lawsuits make it more profitable for you to save people than to kill them.

Eddie Papasano: Let me tell you people something, no matter what happens here today, if you try to close my joint, I ll sue the ass off you.

Dr. Don Francis: Doesn't it bother you knowing that the people who have sex in your bath-house are playing Russian roulette?

Eddie Papasano: Please just cut out this bullshit. We're all in this for one thing: money. I make'em when the guys come in. You doctors, you make'em when they go out.

Dr. Don Francis: This may be the first epidemic in history of which no one officially died.

Dr. Ralph Wyman: Tell me about that night with Mitchell Andersen.

Marian Wyman: There's nothing to tell.

Dr. Ralph Wyman: Alright, then tell me about nothingness! I'd like to hear a complete account of nothing!

Carter Hayes: What are you doing, Drake? You can't come in here.

Drake Goodman: Listen, Carter. It's no big deal. I just want to go upstairs and see Patty, okay?

Carter Hayes: But you're breaking the law, Drake.

Drake Goodman: W... wait a minute.

Patty Palmer: [as Drake and Carter fight] Drake! Stop it, you're killing him! Stop it! Drake! GODDAMN IT!

Patty Palmer: Stop it!

Patty Palmer: You all right?

Drake Goodman: You're arresting the wrong FUCKING man! YOU'RE ARRESTING THE WRONG MAN!

Stephanie MacDonald: Why didn't you tell me you tried to force him out?

Drake Goodman: I didn't think it mattered.

Stephanie MacDonald: You set us back months.

Drake Goodman: He's lying!

Stephanie MacDonald: This guy has been playing you like a piano concerto.

Drake Goodman: Me? What about you? I got a guy livin in my building who hasn't paid one cent! Not only can't you get him out, but now I owe him money?

Stephanie MacDonald: Maybe you'd like to retain another attorney.

Patty Palmer: [sighs] Stephanie. Please don't quit. Drake's been under a lot of pressure. The bank is threatening to foreclose on us.

Stephanie MacDonald: This isn't a moral question, Patricia. Morally, you're right. You win. Big deal. This is a game and the object of the game is to get Hayes out of your building before he destroys your lives. He knows you're gonna get him out eventually. He's just trying stay there as long as he can.

Patty Palmer: Why?

Stephanie MacDonald: I don't know! Because it's possible. Because he's evil. What difference does it make? It's nothing personal. God forbid he ever makes it personal.

Judge Mitchell Black: In answer to your suit against him, Mr. Hayes has submitted to the court affidavits A and B confirming plaintive's attempted unlawful eviction of a Mr. Hayes on the 15th of last May.

Drake Goodman: [quietly to Stephanie] No, I turned his gas and electricity off. There's a policeman...

Stephanie MacDonald: Your Honor, my client and I...

Judge Mitchell Black: Miss MacDonald, I assume you have received these documents?

Stephanie MacDonald: Yes, I have just received them, Your Honor. I think there's been a mix up.

Judge Mitchell Black: I think the law is quite clear on this point, don't you? Mr. Hayes is entitled to a reduction of rent due to uninhabitability caused by Mr. Goodman's misguided attempt to force him from the premises by disconnecting his utilities. Court rules for the defendant, Carter Hayes. Let the records show that according to the lease, Mr. Hayes's legal cost to be paid by the plaintiff.

Stephanie MacDonald: Your Honor, I would like to ask for a 10-minute postponement.

Judge Mitchell Black: Miss MacDonald, I see you have other cases before this court today. I hope you're better prepared for them. I assumed you'll wanna cooperate with the bench now in keeping things moving?

Stephanie MacDonald: Yes, sir.

Drake Goodman: That's it?

Drake Goodman: [as they are house painting] You have to remember this is an investment, Patty. You can't afford to do everything at once.

Patty Palmer: It's not just an investment - it's our home.