Monica BellucciQuotes

Bianca: So you fucked him.

Kristin: No. He died first.

Bianca: You missed something. When he came, he screamed like a woman.

Bianca: [[w:Sonny Corleone|Just like Sonny] It can't be Fabrizio. He started the shootout. He's a hothead - with a horrible temper. ].

Kristin: Whose Sonny?

Bianca: [[w:The Godfather|From "The Godfather"] ]!

Bianca: Kristin! Kristin! You can't run away from your destiny.

Kristin: Oh, yeah? Watch me. Which way is it?

Bianca: We have machines to crush grapes now. But, this is the classic way.

Kristin: This does feel kinda nice, huh?

Bianca: You must stomp on the grapes to release their juices.

Kristin: [''Dante stomps on Kristen's cell phone''] How is Lorenzo supposed to get in touch with me? How will I ever have sex!

Bianca: [''Slaps Kristin''] You cannot be speaking to random strangers. It's too dangerous.

Kristin: He's not a stranger. He's gorgeous.

Kristin: I just need a vacation. I just really want my: Eat, Pray, Fuck!

Bianca: Eat, Pray, Fuck?

Kristin: [[w:Eat, Pray, Love|"Eat Pray Love"] Yeah, it's a - play on words, you know, the book, ].

Aldo: [[w:Elizabeth Gilbert|Elizabeth Gilbert] Yeah, it's a very uplifting and moving memoir by ].

Kristin: Yes! Yes, see, he knows! I want to make wine and I want to eat pasta and be romanced and...

Bianca: But, you came for a funeral.

Kristin: Yeah, I mean, you know, after the funeral.

Bianca: [''Puts her arms around Kristin''] I just hope this is what you want. Never let the man dictate - who you are or what you can do.

Bianca: You can do a lot of good with the power you have. It's not about losing yourself. It's about - becoming yourself.

Bianca: Just because you're a mafia boss doesn't mean you have to be a bad person.

Bianca: You've been stress grape gathering all night!

Bianca: [''To Kristin''] You look like a librarian in a library, not a porno.

Bianca: This means war.

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?

Merovingian: [Speaks French] Oh God, my God, Persephone how could you do this, you betrayed me!

Persephone: Cause and effect, my love.

Merovingian: Cause? There is no cause for this, what cause?

Persephone: What cause? How about the lipstick you’re still wearing?

Merovingian: Lipstick? Lipstick? What craziness you are talking about woman, there is no lipstick.

Persephone: [[w:Fellatio|She wasn’t kissing your face, my love] ].

Merovingian: [Translation: it's nothing; Translation: it's nothing at all] Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai, woman, this is nothing, c’est rien , c’est rien du tout . It’s a game, it is only a game.

Persephone: So is this. Have fun.

Merovingian: [The twins phantasmographosize and sink completely into the floor] All right. All right. Let us find out where this goes. You two, get the Keymaker.

Trinity: That’s a nice trick.

Keymaker: [He runs out of the room with Trinity and Morpheus following] I cannot go back.

Neo: I’ll handle them.

Merovingian: [He gestures to the goons and they all walk forward holding up assault rifles and barrage Neo with him stoically freezing all bullets in mid-air, then they all fall to the ground simultaneously; Neo puts his right hand behind his back and gestures with his left hand as if to say; it's your move, and the goons all rush him grabbing decorative blade weapons to fight him and Neo fends them off and thwarts one who swings at him with just a hand, but it draws blood] Handle" us?! You’ll "handle" us?! You know, your predecessors had much more respect. Okay, you have some skill. Kill him.

Merovingian: You see, he’s just a man.

Merovingian: [Neo finishes off the last goon; He leaves the room] Damn it, woman, you will be the end of me. Mark my words, boy, and mark them well. I have survived your predecessors, and I will survive you!

Link: Not again!

Persephone: [she leads the three into a library with two goons watching [[w:The Brides of Dracula|The Brides of Dracula] ] who immediately stand up startled] It’s all right, boys, they’re with me. These fellas work for my husband, they do his dirty work. They’re very good, very loyal. Aren’t you, boys?

Cain and Abel: Yes, Mistress.

Persephone: [[w:Obsolescence|They come from a much older version of the Matrix; [w:Software bug|they caused more problems than they solved; [w:Assassination|terminate; [w:Werewolf|silver bullets; She holds up the gun and shoots one goon in the head and his body falls back onto a couch; Other goon runs off; [w:Infidelity|He’s in the ladies’ room; To Nebuchadnezzar crew; She opens a [[w:sliding bookcase|revolving bookcase door] ], but like so many back then, ]. My husband saved them because they’re notoriously difficult to ]. How many people keep ] in their gun? You can either run to the restaurant and tell my husband what I have done, or you can stay there and die. ]... Hurry. ] and she leads them into a dungeon opening a door to The Keymaker's workroom]

Neo: My name is Neo.

Keymaker: Yes, I’m The Keymaker, I’ve been waiting for you.

Persephone: [to man in washroom] If you want the Keymaker, follow me. Get out! I’m so sick of his bullshit. On and on, pompous prick. A long time ago, when we first came here, it was so different. He was so different. He was like you. I’ll give you what you want. But you have to give me something.

Neo: What?

Persephone: A kiss.

Trinity: Excuse me?

Persephone: I want you to kiss me as if you were kissing her.

Neo: Why?

Persephone: You love her. She loves you. It’s all over you both. A long time ago, I knew what that felt like. I want to remember it. I want to sample it. That’s all, just a sample.

Trinity: [She holds up her gun to Persephone's head] Why don’t you sample this instead?

Morpheus: Trinity.

Persephone: Such emotion over something so small. It’s just a kiss.

Neo: Why should we trust you?

Persephone: If I don’t deliver you to the Keymaker, she can kill me.

Neo: All right.

Persephone: But you have to make me believe I am her.

Neo: All right.

Persephone: [Neo kisses her; she is not satisfied] Terrible. Forget it.

Neo: Wait. Okay.

Persephone: [he kisses her again; this time...] Ahh, yes. That’s it. I envy you. But such a thing is not meant to last. Come with me.

Merovingian: [Translation: so beautiful that it makes me suffer] Aha, here he is at last. Neo, the One himself, right? And the legendary Morpheus. And Trinity of course, si belle qu’elle me fait souffrir . I have heard so much, you honor me. Please, sit, join us. This is my wife, Persephone. Something to eat? Drink? Hmm… of course, such things are contrivances like so much here. For the sake of appearances.

Neo: No, thank you.

Merovingian: [[w:Château Haut-Brion|Château Haut-Brion 1959; [w:Wine|wine; [w:French wine|French wine; [w:Geographical distribution of French speakers|the French language; [w:Francophile|French is my favorite; Translation: Holy name of/God/dammit/sake pussy whore bitch asshole ass-fucked faggot; [w:Anal hygiene|wiping your ass with silk] Yes, of course, who has time? Who has time? But then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time? ], magnificent ], I love ], like I love ]. I have sampled every language, ] – fantastic language, especially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d’enculés de ta mère. You see, it’s like ], I love it.

Morpheus: You know why we are here.

Merovingian: [[w:Webmaster|I am a trafficker of information] Hmm, ], I know everything I can. The question is, do you know why you are here?

Morpheus: We are looking for the Keymaker.

Merovingian: Oh yes, it is true. The Keymaker, of course. But this is not a reason, this is not a "why". The Keymaker himself, his very nature, is means, it is not an end, and so, to look for him is to be looking for a means to do... what?

Neo: You know the answer to that question.

Merovingian: [Laughs] But do you? You think you do but you do not. You are here because you were sent here, you were told to come here and you obeyed. It is, of course, the way of all things. You see, there is only one constant, one universal, it is the only real truth: causality. Action. Reaction. Cause and effect.

Morpheus: [[w:choice|choice] Everything begins with ].

Merovingian: [[w:illusion|illusion; [w:Trojan horse (computing)|I have sent her dessert, a very special dessert. I wrote it myself; the woman cuts a sliver of the cake with her fork and then puts it in her mouth; she takes a sip of wine; at this point, the woman is feeling a pleasurable sensation in her body; an explosion is seen in the code and she quietly gets up from the table and leaves] No. Wrong. Choice is an ], created between those with power, and those without. Look there, at that woman. My God, just look at her. Affecting everyone around her, so obvious, so bourgeois, so boring. But wait… Watch – you see, ]. It starts so simply, each line of the program creating a new effect, just like poetry. First, a rush… heat… her heart flutters. You can see it, Neo, yes? She does not understand why – is it the wine? No. What is it then, what is the reason? And soon it does not matter, soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. This is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it is of course pretense, it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control. Causality. There is no escape from it, we are forever slaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand the "why". "Why" is what separates us from them, you from me. "Why" is the only real social power, without it you are powerless. And this is how you come to me, without "why", without power. Another link in the chain. But fear not, since I have seen how good you are at following orders, I will tell you what to do next. Run back, and give the fortune teller this message: Her time is almost up. Now I have some real business to do, I will say adieu and goodbye.

Neo: This isn’t over.

Merovingian: [[w:Locksmithing|The Keymaker] Oh yes, it is. ] is mine and I see no reason why I should give him up. No reason at all.

Persephone: Where are you going?

Merovingian: [Translation: my darling; [w:Urination|I must take a piss] Please, ma chérie , I’ve told you, we are all victims of causality. I drank too much wine, ]. Cause and effect. Au revoir.

Trinity: Touch me, and that hand will never touch anything again.

Neo: Well, that didn’t go so well.

Morpheus: [[w:The Oracle (The Matrix)|Oracle] Are you certain the ] didn’t say anything else?

Neo: Yes.

Trinity: Maybe we did something wrong.

Neo: Or didn’t do something.

Morpheus: No, what happened happened and couldn’t have happened any other way.

Neo: How do you know?

Morpheus: We are still alive.