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Craig: You know what the addict's least favorite word is? No. Ask me if you can use my phone, Darryl? Say, Craig, may I use the phone? No.

Craig: The best way to break old habits is to make new ones.

Judge Leonard White: [to court room] Racist? You dare call me racist? Well I say unto you, what does it matter the color of a man's skin if witnesses perjure themselves. If a prosecutor enlists the perjurers. When a district attorney throws a man to the mob for political gain, and men of the cloth, men of God, take the prime cuts? Is that justice? I don't hear you...Let me tell you what justice is. Justice is the law. And the law is man's feeble attempt to lay down the principles of decency. Decency! And decency isn't a deal, it's not a contract or a hustle or an angle! Decency... decency is what your grandmother taught you. It's in your bones! Now you go home. Go home and be decent people. Be decent.

Narrator: [in trailer] There is a mysterious ritual that dates back thousands of years. No living creature has survived it except the penguin. They have wings but cannot fly. They're birds that think they're fish. And every year, they embark on a nearly impossible journey to find a mate. For twenty days and twenty nights, the emperor penguin will march to a place so extreme it supports no other life. In the harshest place on Earth, love finds a way. This is the incredible true story of a family's journey to bring life into the world: March of the Penguins.

Narrator: [last lines] And they will march just as they have done for centuries, ever since the emperor penguin decided to stay, to live and love in the harshest place on Earth.

Narrator: [first lines] There are few places hard to get to in this world. But there aren't any where it's harder to live. The average temperature here at the bottom of the Earth is a balmy 58 degrees below. That's when the sun is out. It wasn't always like this. Antarctica used to be a tropical place densely forested and teeming with life. But then the continent started to drift south. And by the time it was done drifting, the dense forests had all been replaced with a new ground cover, Ice. As for the former inhabitants, they had all died or moved on long ago. Well, almost all of them. Legend has it that one tribe stayed behind. Perhaps they thought the change in weather was only temporary. Or maybe they were just stubborn. But whatever their reasons, these stalwart souls refused to leave. For millions of years they have made their home on the darkest, driest, windiest and coldest continent on Earth. And they've done so pretty much alone. So in some ways this is a story of survival. A tale of life over death. But it's more than that, really. This is a story about love.

Nelson Mandela: I want to thank you for what you have done for your country.

Francois Pienaar: No, Mr. President. Thank you for what you have done for our country.

Colleague: According to the experts, we'll reach the Quarter Finals, and no further.

Nelson Mandela: According to the experts, you and I should still be in jail.

Television Announcer: Tell us Mr. President, have you always been a rugby fan?

Nelson Mandela: People don't realize that I played rugby myself when I was a student at Fort Hare. It is a very rough game, almost as rough as politics.

Nelson Mandela: How do you inspire your team to do their best?

Francois Pienaar: By example. I've always thought to lead by example, sir.

Nelson Mandela: Well, that is right. That is exactly right. But how do we get them to be better then they think they CAN be? That is very difficult, I find. Inspiration, perhaps. How do we inspire ourselves to greatness when nothing less will do? How do we inspire everyone around us? I sometimes think it is by using the work of others.

Brenda Mazibuko: You're risking your political capital, you're risking your future as our leader.

Nelson Mandela: The day I am afraid to do that is the day I am no longer fit to lead.

Hendrick Booyens: Gee, It's cold, man.

Linga Moonsamy: Morning, Madiba

Nelson Mandela: How are you?

Linga Moonsamy: Fine, thanks.

Hendrick Booyens: Morning, sir.

Nelson Mandela: How is your family, Hendrick?

Hendrick Booyens: Top shape, sir. How about yours?

Nelson Mandela: [goes back inside] I have a very large family. 42 million. I don't think I'll walk today.

Linga Moonsamy: [furiously] We never, never ask him about his family.

Hendrick Booyens: But he asks us about ours all the time!

Linga Moonsamy: Hey, think about it, man. He's separated from his wife, his children. How often do you see them here, huh? He's not a saint, okay? He's a man, with a man's problems. He doesn't need us reminding him about them.

Nelson Mandela: I thank whatever gods maybe, For my unconquerable soul. I am the master of my fate...I am the captain of my soul!

Nelson Mandela: Brothers, sisters, comrades, I am here because I believe you have made a decision with insufficient information and foresight. I am aware of your earlier vote. I am aware that it was unanimous. Nonetheless, I believe we should restore the Springboks. Restore their name, their emblem and their colors, immediately. Let me tell you why. On Robben Island, in Pollsmoor Prison, all of my jailers were Afrikaners. For 27 years, I studied them. I learned their language, read their books, their poetry. I had to know my enemy before I could prevail against him. And we did prevail, did we not? All of us here … we prevailed. Our enemy is no longer the Afrikaner. They are our fellow South Africans, our partners in democracy. And they treasure Springbok rugby. If we take that away, we lose them. We prove that we are what they feared we would be. We have to be better than that. We have to surprise them with compassion, with restraint, and generosity. I know. All of the things they denied us. But this is no time to celebrate petty revenge. This is the time to build our nation using every single brick available to us – even if that brick comes wrapped in green and gold. You elected me your leader. Let me lead you now.

Nelson Mandela: You criticize without understanding. You seek only to address your own personal feelings. That is selfish thinking, Zindzi. It does not serve the nation.

Nelson Mandela: Forgiveness liberates the soul. It removes fear. That is why it is such a powerful weapon.

President Tom Beck: Give us two days, Miss Lerner, you'll get second row centre, at the White House press conference. Now, from what I know of your career, that's a promotion.

Jenny Lerner: I want exclusivity.

President Tom Beck: Now listen, young lady. This is a presidental favour. I'm letting you go because I don't want another headache. And I'm trusting you because I know what this can do for your career. Now, it might seem that we have each other over the same barrel, but it just seems that way.

Jenny Lerner: I want...

President Tom Beck: You want?

Jenny Lerner: May I... May I have the first question?

President Tom Beck: I'll see you Tuesday, Miss Lerner.

President Tom Beck: We always thought the deadline for public knowledge was the publication of the budget, since we've spent more money than we can hide. That won't happen for two weeks. I don't suppose I could prevail upon you to wait for two weeks in the name of national security.

Jenny Lerner: Two weeks? There's no such thing as two weeks in the news business.

President Tom Beck: And I can't appeal to your sense of what's in the nation's best interest.

Jenny Lerner: I always thought the truth was in the nation's best interest.

President Tom Beck: [last line] We watched as the bombs shattered the second comet into a million pieces of ice and rocks that burned harmlessly in our atmosphere, and lit up the sky for an hour. Still, we were left with the devastation of the first. The waters reached as far inland as the Ohio and Tennessee Valleys. It washed away farms and towns, forests and skyscrapers, but the water receded. The wave hit Europe and Africa, too. Millions were lost, countless more left homeless, but the waters receded. Cities fall, but they are rebuilt. And heroes die, but they are remembered. We honor them with every brick we lay, with every field we sow, with every child we comfort and then teach to rejoice in what we have been regiven. Our planet, our home. So now, let us begin.

President Tom Beck: Our missiles have failed. The comets are still headed for Earth, and there's nothing we can do to stop them. So, this is it. If the world does go on, it will not go on for everyone. We have now been able to calculate the comet's final trajectories, and we have determined where they're going to strike. The smaller of the two comets, Biederman, will hit first, somewhere in the Atlantic Seaboard, probably off the waters of Cape Hatteras, in just under twelve hours, at 4:35 PM Eastern Daylight Time. The impact of the comet is going to be... well, disastrous. There will be a very large tidal wave moving quickly through the Atlantic Ocean. It'll be 100 feet high, travelling at 1,100 miles per hour. That's faster than the speed of sound. As the wave reaches shallow water, it's going to slow down, but the wave height, depending on the shelf off the coast will be anywhere from 1,000 to 3,500 feet high. Where the land is flat, the wave will wash inland, 600 to 700 miles. The wave will hit our nation's capital forty minutes after impact. New York City, Boston, Atlanta, Philadelphia, all will be destroyed. If you have any means of escaping the path of this wave, leave now. The impact of the larger comet will be nothing less than an extinction level event. It will strike land in Western Canada, three hours after Biederman. Within a week, the skies will be dark with dust from the impact and they will stay dark for two years. All plant life will dead within... four weeks. Animal life within... a few months. So, that's it. Good luck to us all.

President Tom Beck: I wish... No, wishing is wrong. It's the wrong word right now. That's not what I mean. What I mean is, I believe in God. I know a lot of you don't, but I would like to offer a prayer for our survival, mine included. Because I believe that God, whomever you hold that to be, hears all prayers, even if sometimes the answer is no. So may the Lord bless you, may the Lord keep you, may the Lord lift his divine countenance upon you, and give you peace.

President Tom Beck: Hello, America. It is my unhappy duty to report to you that the Messiah has failed. This computer-enhanced radar image from Houston shows how the detonation succeeded, however, did not destroy the comet. There are now two pieces, one six miles wide, the other a mile and a half. Both are still on a path towards Earth. We've lost communication with the Messiah spacecraft although we continue to track it visually. We don't know how many are alive. We don't know their condition. Now we have to make some decisions together. What do we do? You have a choice. We have a choice right now. Ever since the comet was discovered, we've been hoping and working for the best, but we've also been planning for the worst. Our strategy has been twofold: First, our strategic missile command has been coordinating with the Russians a massive strike of Titan missiles to intercept the comets. If we can deflect these comets enough, they will bounce harmlessly off our atmosphere, and head on out into space. Unfortunately, the Titans cannot be launched until the comets are ony a few hours away, and while we are confident the missile attack will succeed, it is only prudent that we now take cautionary steps to ensure the continuation of our way of life, to guarantee that there will be enough of us left to rebuild a new world in the unlikely event that the comets do strike the Earth. So, in the soft limestone of Missouri, we've been preparing a network of immense caves, and they're almost finished. And we can put a million people in them. And that million people can survive there, underground, for two years, until the air clears, and the dust settles. Now the cave is more than a dormitory. It's our new Noah's Ark. We're storing seeds and seedlings, plants, animals, enough to start over. On August 10, a computer will randomly select 800,000 Americans, to join the 200,000 scientists, doctors, engineers, teachers, soldiers and artists who have already been chosen. Other countries are preparing similar caves along whatever lines they feel are best to preserve their way of life. This is ours. Beginning tonight and continuing tonight until the crisis passes, I am declaring a state of martial law. The armed forces and the National Guard are working with local law enforcement. A national curfew begins at midnight tonight. Now wherever you are, go home. Stay off the roads after sunset. Crimes against persons or property will be dealt with swiftly and harshly. News stations around the nation are being faxed copies of the lottery procedure as we speak and they'll be broadcasting the details to you in a few moments.

President Tom Beck: Secretary Rittenhouse served his country with full devotion. He resigned for personal reasons. Now, I can promise you this, Miss Lerner, all of you, everyone in this room and everyone listening to my voice, that at some point over the next ten months, all of us will entertain our worst fears and concerns. But I can also promise you this. Life will go on. We will prevail.

President Tom Beck: Good evening. A few minutes ago, the United States ambassadors to every country in the world told the leaders of those nations what I'm about to tell you. It's a bit complicated, so we'll take some time, so I hope you'll bear with me, hear what I have to say. A little over a year ago, two American astronomers, Marcus Wolf and Leo Biederman, working on a mountaintop in Arizona, saw something in the night sky that caused them great concern. A comet. But the comet was... well, there was a remote possibility that the comet was on a path that could bring it into direct contact with the Earth. Now, we get hit all the time by rocks and meteors, some of them the size of cars, some no bigger than your hand. But the comet we discovered is the size of New York City, from the North side of Central Park to the Battery. About seven miles long. Put another way, this comet is larger than Mount Everest. It weighs 500 billion tons.

The Boss: [''after Slevin has just told him he'll take the job killing the Rabbi's son''] I knew you had sense.

Slevin: Sense is something you have when you have a choice.

The Boss: Sometimes, and sometimes it's when you know you don't.

The Boss: [''Showing a picture''] This was my son. Notice how I said was? That's because he's dead. Relegated to the past tense. Went from an is to a was before he had his breakfast.

Slevin: Bummer.

Slevin: Who are you?

The Boss: I'm The Boss.

Slevin: I thought he was The Boss.

The Boss: Why? Do we look alike?

The Boss: They call him "the Fairy"...

Slevin: Why do they call him "the Fairy"?

The Boss: [impatiently] Because he's a fairy.

Slevin: What, he's got wings, he can fly, he sprinkles magic dust all over the place?

The Boss: [angrily] He's a homosexual.

The Boss: I bet it was that mouth that got you that nose.

The Boss: Look at me. Look at my smile. Your son is dead.

Ned Logan: I sure do miss my bed.

Will Munny: You said that last night.

Ned: No. last night I said I missed my wife. Tonight I just miss my dadgummed bed.

Will Munny: I seen him, Ned. I seen the angel of death. I seen a river, Ned. He's got snake eyes!

Ned Logan: Who Will? Who's got snake eyes?

Will: It's the angel of death. Oh Ned, I'm scared of dyin'.

Ned: Easy, partner. Easy.

Will: I seen Claudia too.

Ned: That's good, Will. That's good you saw Claudia, ain't it?

Will: Her face was all covered with worms! Oh Ned, I'm scared. I'm dyin'. Keep your word. Don't tell nobody — don't tell my kids — none of the things I done. Hear me?

Ned: All right, Will.

Will Munny: I ain't the same, Ned! Claudia, she straightened me up, cleared me of drinkin whiskey and all. Just cause we're goin on this killing, that don't mean I'm gonna go back to bein the way I was. I just need the money, get a new start for them youngsters.

Ned Logan: Yeah.

Will: Ned, remember that drover I shot through the mouth, teeth came out the back of his head?

Ned: Yeah

Will: I think about him now and again. He didn't do anything to deserve to get shot, at least not that I could remember when I sobered up.

Ned: You was one crazy son of a bitch, Will.

Will: Yeah, no one liked me. Mountain boys all thought I was gonna shoot em out of pure meanness.

Ned: Well, you ain't like that no more.

Will: Eagle, he hated my guts. Bonaparte didn't think too much of me either.

Ned: Quincy neither.

Will: Nah. Quincy used to just watch all the time, scared.

Ned: Well, like I said, you ain't like that no more.

Will: That's right. I'm just a fella now. I ain't no different than anyone else no more.

Ned Logan: Hell, Will. We ain't bad men no more. Shit, we're farmers.

Will Munny: Should be easy killing them, supposing they don't go on down to Texas first.

Ned: How long has it been since you fired a gun at a man, Will? Nine, ten years?

Will: Eleven.

Ned: Easy, huh? Hell, I don't know that it was all that easy even back then. And we was young and full of beans. I mean, if you was mad at em, Will, I mean. If they'd done you some wrong, I could see shooting em.

Will: We done stuff for money before, Ned.

Ned: Yeah, we thought we did. All right, so what did these fellas do? Cheat at cards? Steal some strays? Spit on a rich fella? What?

Will: No, they cut up a woman.

Ned: What?

Will: Yeah, they cut up her face, cut her eyes out, cut her fingers off, cut her teats, everything but her cunny, I suppose.

Ned: I'll be dogg - Golly, I guess they got it comin'. Course, you know, Will, if Claudia was alive you wouldn't be doin this.

Brubaker: Hey. Can we talk?

Walter: Who the fuck are you? I want the man!

Brubaker: I am. I am the man. I'm the new warden here. My name's Henry Brubaker.

Walter: [throws Bullen and advances on Brubaker] Man, don't be fucking with my head. New warden my ass!

Brubaker: It's true - I swear it.

Walter: Then how come you look like a scumbag?

Brubaker: Cause I'm fooling those guys out there.

Evan: You knew it all along, didn't you? You knew the dam was unstable. If it hadn't been for the ark, my family, the neighbors... I fought you every step of the way.

God: Yes, but you did it.

Evan: So you had nothing to do with the flood? Like where the ark landed exactly?

God: I gave you a little shove at the end. Sue me.

God: You did good, son. You changed the world.

Evan: No. No I didn't.

God: Well lets see. Spending time with your family making them very happy. You gave that dog a home.

God: [posing as a waiter named Al Mighty] I love that story, Noah and the Ark. You know, a lot of people miss the point of that story. They think it’s about God’s wrath and anger. They love it when God gets angry.

Joan: What is the story about, then? The ark?

God: Well, I think it’s a love story about believing in each other. You know, the animals showed up in pairs. They stood by each other, side by side, just like Noah and his family. Everybody entered the ark side by side.

Joan: But my husband says God told him to do it. What do you do with that?

God: Sounds like an opportunity. Let me ask you something. If one prays for patience, do you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If they pray for courage, does God give them courage, or does he give them opportunities to be courageous? If one prayed for their family to be closer, you think God zaps them with warm, fuzzy feelings? Or does he give them opportunities to love each other? Well, I got to run. A lot of people to serve. Enjoy. (Waves his arm and as he leaves Joan looks in shock to see her plate refilled without God having to leave and fill it)

God: I remember creating this valley. Notice how the mountains lie from east to west.

Evan: Where are we?

God: Don't recognize, eh? This is where you live, son. This is Prestige Crest. I just wanted you to see the original design.

Evan: So, you're... really... HIM?

God: Want more proof? I haven't done the pillar of salt thing in a while.

Evan: No. No. I believe you. But why me?

God: You said you want to change the world. So do I.

God: I'm God.

Evan: You're God!?

God: Yes and I want you, Evan Baxter, to build an ark.

Evan: Okay, you know what, this conversation is a little thing I'd like to call, over. But, I gotta get to get going because frankly, I have an ark to build. Busy, busy, busy, busy. Nice meeting ya, take care.(walks away) Oh, and... (turns around to realize that God has vanished)

Evan Baxter: [Looks into rear view mirror, and sees God in the back seat, having just appeared out of nowhere; He screams] Shake it off, Evan. It's over. The nutcase is gone. I am successful, I am powerful, I am handsome, and I am happy. Successful, powerful, handsome- Happy!

God: How do you change the world?

Evan: One single act of random kindness at a time.

God: [spoken while writing A-R-K on the ground with a stick] One Act, of Random, Kindness.

God: Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?

God: [[w:Pledge of Allegiance|Pledge of Allegiance; [w:United States of America|United States of America] (appears at Congress and recites the the ]) I pledge allegiance to the flag under the ] and to the republic for which it stands. One nation under me indivisible and liberty and justice for all.

God: [Holds up a book titled "Ark Building for Dummies"] Tell you what. You build it and I'll fill it. Oh and you might need this.

God: I now issue a new commandment: "Thou shalt do the dance.

God: (to Evan) Build the ark. And if anybody asks, just say, a flood is coming.

Bruce: [to God] Am I...?

God: You can't kneel down in the middle of a highway and live to talk about it, son.

Bruce: But why? Why now?

God: Bruce, you have a divine spark. You have the gift of bringing joy and laughter to the world. I know, I created you.

Bruce: Quit braggin'.

God: You see! That's what I'm talking about. That's the spark.

Bruce: What do you want me to do?

God: I want you to pray, son. Go ahead. Use them.

Bruce: [trying to pray; [peace; to God] Lord, feed the hungry and bring ] to all of mankind. How's that?

God: Great!... If you wanna be Miss America. Now c'mon - what do you really care about?

Bruce: [starting to break down; [Grace] ].

God: Grace.... You want her back?

Bruce: [looking into the distance then to God] No... I want her to be happy. No matter what that means. I want her to find someone, who will treat her with all of the love she deserved from me... I want her to meet someone... who will see her always, as I do now... through your eyes...

God: Now that's a prayer.

Bruce: Yeah?

God: Yeah. It's good.

Bruce: [relieved] It's good?

Both: [laughs] It's good!

God: I'm gonna get right on it...

God: Okay, let me explain the rules.

Bruce: Rules?

God: Yeah, you left in such a rush, I didn't get a chance to explain.

Bruce: Well, the "two extra fingers" thing freaked me out a little bit.

God: [laughs; [w:Mahatma Gandhi|Gandhi] I figured that would get your attention. I did the same thing to ], he didn't eat for three weeks. Now, here's the deal. You have all my power, use it any way you choose. There are only two rules. You can't tell anybody you're God; believe me, you don't want that kind of attention. And you can't mess with free will.

Bruce: Can I ask why?

God: [smiling] Yes, you can! That's the beauty of it!

God: [[God; [laugh] This last entry was a little disturbing; "The gloves are off, ]." "God has taken my bird and my bush." "God is a mean kid with a magnifying glass." "Smite me, O mighty smiter!" Now, I'm not much for blaspheming, but that last one made me ].

Bruce: [shocked] Are you spying on me?! Who are you?

God: [[heavens; [earth] I'm the one. Creator of the ] and ], Alpha and Omega.

Bruce: Oh, I see where this is going...

God: Bruce, I'm God.

Bruce: [[good; [luck; [Apocalypse] Bingo! Yahtzee! Is that your final answer? Our survey says, God'! Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing! Well, it was nice to meet you, God. Thank you for the Grand Canyon, and ] ] with the ]. Oh, and by the way, you SUCK! You know what? It would have been a little bit more impressive though if you hadn’t used the cheesy file cabinet illusion. Anybody with a brain stem can tell that drawer is being fed through the wall from the other side.

God: [[miracle; [magic; [trick; [time; [drugs; [education; [People; [power] Parting your soup is not a ], Bruce, it's a ] ]. A single mom who's working two jobs, and still finds ] to take her kid to soccer practice, that's a miracle. A teenager who says "no" to ] and "yes" to an ], that's a miracle. ] want Me to do everything for them, but what they don't realize is, they have the ]. You want to see a miracle, son? Be the miracle.

Trip: [to a group of Union soldiers marching up the road] Look like we goin the wrong way. Hey. Hey, come on now, buck up boys! Hey, buck up now, come on! Be someday they gonna let the 54th get into it, see! And all your troubles would be over. Come on now, cheer up!

10th Connecticut Corporal: [stops to face Trip] What'd you say, boy?

Trip: Boy? Hey, let me tell you...

Thomas Searles: Shut up, Trip.

Trip: [to Searles; to the 10th Connecticut Corporal] Would you get up off me, snowflake? See, let me explain something to you. See, the way I figure, I figure this war would be over a whole lot sooner if you boys just turned right on around and headed back on down that way, and you let us head on up there where the real fighting is.

Union Soldier: There are men dyin up that road.

Trip: And there wouldn't be nothing but Rebs dyin if they'd let the 54th in it.

Union Solder: Listen-

Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: [to the Connecticut soldiers] Hold it! As you were, Trip! As you were! You men move on.

10th Connecticut Corporal: [scoffing as he notices Rawlins' rank] Stripes on a nigger. That's like tits on a bull!

Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: You're lookin at a higher rank, Corporal. You'll obey and you'll like it.

10th Connecticut Corporal: Make me.

Trip: I'll make you!

Major Cabot Forbes: [arriving on his horse] WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!

Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: Attention!

Major Cabot Forbes: [pointing at the 10th Connecticut Corporal] You! Yes, you! What's your name? I'm putting you up on charges!

Sgt. Maj. Rawlins: There ain't no cause for that, sir.

Major Cabot Forbes: What's that, Sergeant?

Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: It's just a soldiers fight, sir.

Major Cabot Forbes: [pause] All right. You men move along. MOVE IT!

Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: Town's clean, sir. Ain't no Rebs here, just some women.

Colonel James M. Montgomery: Well, all right. You here that, boys? Let's clear her out!

Colonel Robert G. Shaw: What are you doing?

Colonel James M. Montgomery: Liberating this town in the name of the Republic.

Soldier: The musket, master Colonel. Never shoot it. Shoot now?

Colonel James M. Montgomery: Yeah, I don't see why not. Go ahead.

Soldier: [shoots at figurehead on hotel] Shoot the lady, boys!

Man: [runs out] Don't shoot! We ain't Secesh here!

Colonel Robert G. Shaw: That man is a civilian!

Colonel James M. Montgomery: [the soldiers fire at the man, who runs off] That man is Secesh, and Secesh is all the same, son. Look around you, look at em. You really think anybody's gonna put some boys into some real combat? Do you? I mean, they're little children for God's sake. Little monkey children. You just gotta learn how to control them.

Evil Racist White Woman: [Demonstrates her impertinence and hits the soldier; the righteous soldier grabs and starts choking her, doing the world a favor by ridding it of this evil racist hag] Animal! Leave her alone!

Colonel James M. Montgomery: [the soldier ignores him, Montgomery pulls out his pistol and shoots the man dead] Hey, boy! Take your hands off the white lady. Now that would not have been necessary if that Secesh woman hadn't started it (EXACTLY! You go die, Rayciss Whitey!). They'll never learn. You see, Secesh has got to be swept away by the hand of God, like the Jews of old. And now I'll have to burn this town.

Evil Racist White Woman: [Impotently screeching like a banshee at the fact she no longer has control over the black man] Nigger soldiers! NIGGER SOLDIERS!

Colonel James M. Montgomery: Tell your men to set torches and prepare to fire the buildings.

Colonel Robert G. Shaw: I will not.

Colonel James M. Montgomery: That is an order. You will do it, or you will be brought up on charges for disobeying your superior officer.

Colonel Robert G. Shaw: It is an immoral order, and by articles of war, I am not bound to obey it.

Colonel James M. Montgomery: Well, you can just explain that at your court-martial. After your men are placed under my command.

Colonel Robert G. Shaw: [long pause, to his men] First squad, second platoon. Fall out to set torches. Prepare to fire the town.

Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: First squad, second platoon! Fall out!

Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: [to a group of children] That's right, honeys. Ain't no dream. We runaway slaves, but we come back fightin men. Go tell your folks how kingdom come in the year of jubilee!

Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: If tomorrow is our great getting up moment...If tomorrow we have to meet the judgment day...Heavenly Father, we want you to let our folks know...that we died facing the enemy. We want'em to know, that we went down standing up! Amongst those that are fighting against our oppression. We want'em to know, Heavenly Father, that we died fighting for freedom!

Pvt. Jupiter Sharts: [praying aloud] Tomorrow we goes into battle. So Lordy, let me fight with the rifle in one hand and the Good Book in the other. So that if I may die at the muzzle of the rifle...die on water, or on land, I may know that you blessed Jesus almighty are with me...and I will have no fear.

Union Corporal: Give'em hell 54th!

John Quincy Adams: What is their story, by the way?

Theodore Joadson: Sir?

John Quincy Adams: What is their story?

Theodore Joadson: Why, they're um...they're from west Africa.

John Quincy Adams: [Joadson exhales and looks confused] No. What is their story? Mr. Joadson, you're from where originally?

Theodore Joadson: Why, Georgia, sir.

John Quincy Adams: Georgia.

Theodore Joadson: Yes, sir.

John Quincy Adams: [Joadson smiles and nods; laughs] Does that pretty much sum up what you are? A Georgian? Is that your story? No...you're an ex-slave who's devoted his life to the abolition of slavery, and overcoming the obstacles and hardships along the way, I should imagine. That's your story, isn't it? You and this young so-called lawyer have proven you know what they are. They're Africans. Congratulations. What you don't know, and as far as I can tell haven't bothered in the least to discover, is who they are. Right?

Theodore Joadson: There remains one task undone. One vital task the Founding Fathers left to their sons...

John Quincy Adams: Yes?

Theodore Joadson: ...before their thirteen colonies could precisely be called United States. And that task, Sir, as you well know, is crushing slavery.

Hoke Colburn: (calling Boolie after convincing Daisy to be driven for the first time) Hello, Mr. Werthan? Yeah, it's me...guess where I'm at? I just finished drivin your mama to da store...yeah, she flap around some, but she alright, she in da store...oh, Lord, she just looked out the window and seen me on the phone...prob'ly gonna throw a fit right there at the checkout...yeah, you sho right about that...only took me six days, same time it took the Lord to make the world!...alright, bye now!

Boolie Werthan: What I need is for somebody to drive my mother around.

Hoke Colburn: Well, if you don mind my askin', sir—how come she's not hirin for herself?

Boolie Werthan: See, it's kind of a delicate situation.

Hoke Colburn: Oh, yessir, yessir...done gone around the bend a little bit. Well, now, that'll happen as they get old...

Boolie Werthan: [Hoke laughs] Oh, no, she's all there. Too-much-there is the problem!

Hoke Colburn: Hey, there, Oscar, Junior...how you boys doin this morning?

Oscar: How the old lady treatin you, Hoke?

Hoke Colburn: Lord, I tell you one thing...she sho know how to throw a fit!

Daisy Werthan: What's so funny?

Hoke Colburn: Nothin', Miss Daisy. We jus carryin on.

Daisy Werthan: You know your letters, don't you?

Hoke Colburn: Oh yeah, yeah, I know my ABCs pretty good, just can't read.

Daisy Werthan: Stop saying that, you're making me mad! If you know your letters, you can read. You just don't know you can read.

Hoke Colburn: Ma'am?

Daisy Werthan: I taught some of the stupidest children God ever put on the face of this earth, and all of them could read well enough to find a name on a tombstone.

Daisy Werthan: What are you doing?

Hoke Colburn: I'm tryin to drive you to the store!

Boolie Werthan: Hoke, I thought about you the other day on the road. I saw an Avondale Milk truck.

Hoke Colburn: Is that right?

Boolie Werthan: Monster of a thing, looked to have about sixteen wheels.

Hoke Colburn: You don't say!

Boolie Werthan: I was wondering how you'd like drivin that thing around!

Daisy Werthan: [to Boolie] Hoke came to see me, not you!

Hoke Colburn: Look like one o her good days!

Daisy Werthan: Boolie, go charm the nurses!

Boolie Werthan: [smiling; to Daisy] She wants you all to herself. You're a doodle, Mama.

Boolie Werthan: I suppose you don't get out to see her very much.

Hoke Colburn: No, sir, I don't... it's hard not drivin Miss Werthan anymore. Every now and then I takes a taxi cab, but don't too many taxis go out yonder.

Booile Werthan: I'm sure she appreciates it.

Hoke Colburn: [pauses] Yes, sir. Some days, she better than others... but then, who ain't?

Idella: I'm goin Miss Daisy.

Daisy Werthan: [from upstairs] Alright, Idella, see you tomorrow.

Hoke Colburn: I'm goin too, Miss Daisy.

Daisy Werthan: Good.

Daisy Werthan: Did you have the air-conditioning checked? I told you to have the air-conditioning checked.

Hoke Colburn: I had the air-conditioning checked. I don't know what for. You never allow me to turn it on.

Daisy Werthan: Hush up!

Hoke Colburn: Morning, Miss Daisy. I think it's gettin ready to clear up out there! Oh, scuse me, Mr. Werthan!

Boolie Werthan: Hoke, I think we're gonna have to have a little talk.

Hoke Colburn: [pauses, then turns to Daisy] All right, sir. Just let me get outta my coat. Oh, Miss Daisy, yesterday, while you were out visitin', I went and ate a can of your salmon. Now, I know you said eat the left-over pork chops, but they was kinda stiff! So, I stopped at the Piggly Wiggly and got you another can. You want me just to go on and put it in the cupboard?

Daisy Werthan: [embarrassed] Yes, that'll be fine... thank you, Hoke. Well, I guess I'd better get dressed now!

Hoke Colburn: Now what do you suppose he's doin here this early in the morning?

Idella: Dunno... can't be good, I promise you that!

Megan Rose: Who are you?

Alex Cross: I'm a policeman. My name is Alex Cross. I'm a friend of your parents.

Megan Rose: Can you take me to them?

Alex Cross: [she helps him up] Nothing would give me greater pleasure. Could you... Ah, thanks.

Gary Soneji: [puts hand to forehead; laughs] No bargaining Alex, no cheap interrogation techniques. It's transparent and it's clumsy. This is between me and you. I want you to see. I want you to look inside here and tell me what the fuck you see! I'm a gift to you, Alex. I'm a gift to you. And you are beyond pitiful if you cannot understand that. I'm living proof that a mind - the mind is a terrible thing.

Alex Cross: To be brutally honest, I think you have a morbid desire to burn in hell.

Vickie: It's time you forgave yourself.

Alex Cross: Vickie, you know that forgiving yourself is the one thing a person cannot do.

Jezzie Flannigan: Would you kill another partner?

Alex Cross: You're not my partner.

Alex Cross: Wow. Imagine the patience... the dedication...

Jezzie Flannigan: You sound like an admirer.

Alex Cross: Well, he's like a spider. I happen to like spiders.

Alex Cross: You do what you are Jezzie.

Jezzie Flannigan: You mean you are what you do.

Alex Cross: No, I mean, you do what you are. You're born with a gift. If not that, then you get good at something along the way. And what you're good at, you don't take for granted. You don't betray it.

Jezzie Flannigan: What if you do, betray your gift?

Alex Cross: Then you betray yourself. That's a sad thing.

Jezzie Flannigan: Dr. Cross, Agent Ben Devine. Agent Devine is security systems supervisor.

Ben Devine: Well, for now. We're going to be thrown to the wolves, as soon as they find Megan Rose dead in a ditch.

Alex Cross: Now what makes you so sure that's what's going to happen?

Ben Devine: Me getting fired or the girl in a ditch? Sorry. I'm having a pessimistic day.

Azeem: [Swatting the scope from Robin's eye] How did your uneducated kind ever take Jerusalem?

Robin of Locksley: [puts his sword away] God knows.

Maid Marian: What is it?

Duncan: [To Azeem] A curse on Moors and Saracens! If it were not for their ungodly ways, Master Robin would never have left. What manner of name is "Azeem"? Irish? Cornish?

Azeem: Moorish.

Robin of Locksley: [to Azeem] I've seen enough blood spilled to last two lifetimes. Now get off my land! And tell Nottingham what happens to his scum when they pick on small children! And you! You travel ten thousand miles to save my life and leave me to be butchered?!

Azeem: I fulfill my vows when I choose!

Robin of Locksley: Which does not include prayer times, meal times, or anytime I'm outnumbered six to one.

Azeem: You whine like a mule. You are still alive!

Azeem: In my country, we talk to our women. We do not drug them with plants.

Robin of Locksley: What do you know about women?

Azeem: Where I come from, Christian, there are women of such beauty, that they can possess a man's mind so, that he be willing to die for them.

Robin of Locksley: Wait a minute. Was that why you were to be executed? Because of a woman? That's it, isn't it? That's it?

Azeem: It is close to sunset.

Robin of Locksley: You painted old hound, who was she? The mullah's daughter? Another man's wife? What's her name?

Azeem: Is there no sun in this cursed country? Which way is East?

Robin of Locksley: Her name.

Azeem: East?!

Robin of Locksley: Her name.

Azeem: Jasmina.

Robin of Locksley: [points] That way.

Azeen: You are sure?

Robin of Locksley: I would know blindfolded, I'm five miles from home. Was she worth it?

Azeem: Worth dying for.

Azeem: [[destiny] No man controls my ]... especially not one who attacks down wind and stinks of garlic.

Robin of Locksley: Come, Azeem, our fighting days are done. By nightfall, we'll celebrate with my father. You'll understand of course, I had to try.

Azeem: I would have succeeded.

Azeem: [After saving Robin's life] I have fulfilled my vow, sadiq.

Azeem: English! English! Behold Azeem ibn Bashir Al Bakri! I'm not one of you, but I fight! I fight with Robin Hood! I fight against a tyrant who holds you under his boot! If you would be free men, then you must fight! Join us now, join Robin Hood!

Azeem: I once heard a wise man say "There are no perfect men in this world. Only perfect intentions".

Azeem: The hospitality of this country is as warm as the weather.

Azeem: And they call me Barbarian.

Azeem: Is there no sun in this cursed country?!

Azeem: Our way lies together with the speed of Allah. You have saved my life, Christian. Now, I will stay with you until I have saved yours. That is my vow.

Azeem: [[honor] Come, my friend! Make his sacrifice an act of ]! Come now.

Sloan: We call this the Loom of Fate.

Sloan: Welcome to the Fraternity.

Sloan: [[choice; [fate; [control; [destiny; [wolf; [world; [decision; [sheep; [choice] It's a ], Wesley, that each of us must face: to remain ordinary, pathetic, beat-down, coasting through a miserable existence, like sheep herded by ], or you can take ] of your own ] and join us, releasing the caged ] you have inside. Our purpose is to maintain stability in an unstable ] — kill one, save a thousand. Within the fabric of this world, every life hangs by a thread. We are that thread — a fraternity of assassins, weapons of fate. This is the ] that lies before you now: the ], or the wolf. The ] is yours.

Sloan: [[Insanity; [life; [lion; [key] ] is wasting your ] with a nothing when you have the blood of a killer flowing in your veins. Insanity is being shit on, beat down, coasting through life on a miserable existence when you have a caged ] locked inside and the ] to release it.

Sloan: You really want to know who you are?

Professor Norman: [as Lucy prepares to inject herself with all the remaining CPH4; [All; [knowledge; [mankind; [power; [profit; [nature; [chaos] ] this ], Lucy — I'm not even sure that ] is ready for it. We're so driven by ] and ]. Given man's ], it might bring us only instability and ].

Lucy: [on phone; [name] Professor Norman, my ]'s Lucy, I just read all your research on the human brain — we need to meet.

Professor Norman: [laughs; [believe] All my research? Wow, I'm very flattered young lady, but I find that hard to ]. I must have written no less than—

Lucy: Six thousand seven hundred thirty four pages. I can recite them to you all by heart, if you wish.

Professor Norman: [[jokes] Are you one of Emily's friends? This sounds like one of her silly ]. Is she there with you?

Lucy: [suddenly appearing on his [[television] ] screen] No, I'm on my own.

Professor Norman: [stunned and puzzled] Who are you?

Lucy: I just told you.

Professor Norman: [still hesitant and puzzled] Uh, Lucy, right? Yes. Sorry.

Lucy: [[theory; [brain] I read your ] on the use of the ]'s capacity. It’s a little rudimentary but you're on the right track.

Professor Norman: [meekly] I thank you.

Lucy: [[death] Professor, my cells are reproducing at a phenomenal speed, several million per second. I'm having trouble precisely evaluating the time of my ], but I doubt if I'll last more than 24 hours.

Professor Norman: [[dog; [moon] But now we are entering the realms of science-fiction, and we don’t know any more than the ] who watches the ].

Student: Excuse me sir.

Professor Norman: Yes?

Student: But what would happen, if for some reason we ignore, somebody unlocked 100% of the cerebral capacity?

Professor Norman: One hundred percent?

Student: Yes.

Professor Norman: [[idea] I have no ].

Professor Norman: [[knowledge; [time] If you're asking me what to do with all this ] you're accumulating, I say, pass it on … just like any simple cell, going through ].

Professor Norman: * Lecturing on his newly published research

Professor Norman: [[moment; [hypothesis; [w:Charles Darwin|Darwin; [evolution; [rules; [laws; [revolution] For the ] it's just ], I confess. But if you think about it, it's troubling to realize that the Greeks, the Egyptians and the Indians had notion of cells centuries before the invention of the microscope. And what's to say about ] whom everyone took for a fool when he put forth his theory of ]? It's up to us to push the ] and ], and go from evolution, to ].

Professor Norman: And it is going through time that seems to be also the only real purpose of each of the cells in our bodies. To achieve that aim, the mass of the cells that make up earthworms and human beings has only two solutions—be immortal or to reproduce.

Professor Norman: [[dolphin] Now let's examine a special case, the only living being that uses its brain better than us: the ]. It is estimated that this incredible animal uses 20% of its cerebral capacity. In particular, this allows it to have an echolocation system that is more efficient than any sonar ever invented by mankind. But the dolphin did not invent the sonar — it developed it, naturally. And this is the crucial part of our philosophical reflection we have today: can we therefore conclude that humans are more concerned with "having" than "being"?

Professor Norman: One neuron, you're alive. Two neurons you're moving. And with movement, interesting things begin to happen.

Patrick Meighan: [[Justin Bieber] Ted, you're special. You could have been an inspiration to the world. You could have been a leader, a role model. Instead, you're... ].

Ted: Fuck you!

Samantha: Ted!

Ted: Sorry. Sorry.

Patrick Meighan: There's just no indication that you've had any positive effect on the world around you.

John: That's not true. He's had a positive effect on me.

Patrick Meighan: Would that positive effect include your joint arrest in 2003 for possessing marijuana?

John: [[Foo Fighters] Well, how the fuck do you prepare for a ] concert?