Paul BettanyQuotes

Bill Cox: So, Willy, what happened today? How did Jack manage to handle the pen?

Willy: I'm not exactly sure. I mean everything seemed to be going fine until...

Bill Cox: Willy, I told you to watch him.

Willy: Yeah, I was watching him. Everything seemed to be going cool and all of a sudden...

Bill Cox: Willy, how can I expect Jack to do as he's told if you don't?

Willy: Yeah, I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

Bill Cox: Well, we all make mistakes, Willy. Just not as many as you.

Willy: Hey, I said I was sorry!

Bill Cox: [as Willy turns to watch Jack and Beth, Bill shoots him in the back, killing him; as Jack and Beth leave the room, Pim enters] All right... Ok, you're sorry. Watch them. Get out. Clean up this mess.

Bill Cox: You designed the software, you find me a way in.

Jack Stanfield: I wouldn't know where to start.

Jack Stanfield: It's done.

Bill Cox: Vel, is the money there? Okay, good.

Jack Stanfield: I've done everything you want. When do I get my family back?

Bill Cox: We have some tidying up to do.

Jack Stanfield: [Jack arrives home] Where are they?

Bill Cox: Through here.

Jack Stanfield: [Jack sees family tied up] Jesus. What is this?

Andy Stanfield: Daddy!

Jack Stanfield: [removes tape from their mouths] Why have you done this for god's sake? They're children.

Bill Cox: [Referring to why the family has tape over their mouths] I said if they were trouble. Were they trouble?

Vel: They were noisy.

Willy: Yes. We made an executive decision.

Bill Cox: You are a criminal, Willy, not an executive.

Willy: Yeah, but I thought you said if...

Bill Cox: Shut up, Willy.

Andy Stanfield: Daddy.

Jack Stanfield: I wanna know what you want. And I wanna know now.

Bill Cox: Beth, I am sorry about all of this. I... I am, but well, there we are. Uh. I need you to talk to your husband. He listens to you. I need you to make him understand that if he doesn't do exactly as I ask, I will kill you and your two children. But if you can make him listen Beth, if you can make him do what I want, you'll all walk away from this unpleasantness, unscathed. Not because I'm a nice man, simply because there'll be no reason for me to hurt you. Make sense? Can I rely on your cooperation?

Jack Stanfield: Just tell him yes.

Beth Stanfield: Yes.

Bill Cox: Sarah?

Sarah Stanfield: Fine.

Bill Cox: And you big fella?

Andy Stanfield: Maybe.

Beth Stanfield: [warningly] Andy.

Bill Cox: No, it's all right. It's honest.

Peter Colt: [''After winning Wimbledon''] Can I retire now, Mum?

Peter Colt: [''Walking out onto Centre Court''] Fuck a duck.

Peter Colt: The reality is another story, my story. See that good looking fella? No, not the kid in white – the other tired, good looking fella. Yeah, him. Well, that's me. British Davis Cup, long time ago. Two singles titles, even longer ago. Presently ranked 119th in the world. Sport is cruel. Now, I know it doesn't sound too bad. 4 million tennis players in the world and I'm 119th, but what that really means is this: 118 guys out there are faster, stronger, better and younger.

Peter Colt: My parents are still together, which proves that love is not only blind, it's bloody stupid.

Peter Colt: [[w:Fish and chips|Fish and Chips] Lizzie, Lizzie, don't say a word. I was thinking a repeat of the other night, like ], early to bed... Mr Bradbury, hello. Mr Bradbury?

Peter Colt: Carl, you bastard.

Peter Colt: And may I say good body – luck! Shit.

Peter Colt: Ron, I genuinely despise you.

Peter Colt: [[w:masturbation|masturbation] Oh my god, shouldn't he be off learning about ] or something?

Jeep: How do you know so much about them?

Michael: Because until last night, I was on their side.

Jeep: So you're saying...

Bob: Yeah, that's right. Yesterday I was fucking Santa Claus. I mean, you know this is crazy, right? I mean, I don't even believe in God.

Michael: Well that's just fine, Bob, he doesn't believe in you either. He doesn't believe in any of this anymore.

Percy: I knew this day was coming, I just didn't think I'd be around to see it.

Bob: Oh, come on, Percy! What are we even talking about this for?! Angels and possessed people! It's not real!

Percy: Have you looked outside, Bob? I mean, those people aren't exactly our regular customers!

Percy: I don't know what book you've been reading but in my version the angels are good guys.

Michael: Well the truth, I'm afraid, is never that simple.

Bob: You better start talking.

Michael: The last time God lost faith in man he sent a flood. This time, he sent what you see outside.

Percy: Are you saying this is the Apocalypse?

Michael: I'm saying this is an extermination. Those things outside are just vessels. They're possessed. The weakest willed are the easiest to turn.

Bob: (aiming the gun at Michael) Take one more step and I'll drop you right there.

Michael: Is that how you greet all your customers?

Bob: Mister, after what we've been through you're lucky we don't shoot you first and greet you later.

Gabriel: (after he is spared by Michael) I wouldn't have shown you such mercy.

Michael: That is why you failed Him.

Michael: I knew HE'd send you, Gabriel. You were always so eager to please Him.

Gabriel: Unlike you... the rebellious son. (looking to Michael's back) Your wings. They would have helped you now.

Michael: To not feel that burden is a dream.

Gabriel: You think you can defy Him and not pay the price?

Michael: The child lives... It doesn't matter what happens to me.

Gabriel: Yours is a fools sacrifice, Michael. You can help them run but they won't escape.

Michael: I'm not running anymore.

Michael: Find the Prophets. Learn to read the instructions.

Jeep: Prophets? What Prophets? What instructions?

Michael: There's a safety switch on the side of your weapon, Push it all the way down. Two clicks. Now when this starts, you hold on tight. Otherwise you're gonna blow your hand off.

Michael: I'm following my own orders now.

Michael: It's starting... There isn’t much time.

Michael: When God chose your kind as the object of His love, I was the first in all of heaven to bow down before you. My love, my hope for mankind was no less than His. But I have watched you trample that gift. I have watched you kill each other over race and greed... waging war over dust and rubble and the words in old books. And yet, in the midst of all this darkness, I see some people who will not be bowed. I see some people who will not give up, even when they know all hope is lost. Some people, who realize being lost is so close to being found. I see you, Jeep. Fifteen years old, your mother leaves. Your father withdraws from the world and you spend the next five years of your young life helping him find his way home. You love a woman who bears the child of another and you love her with no thought of yourself, even though you know she may never love you the way you love her. You, Jeep... you are the reason I still have faith.

Peter Sullivan: Will? Did you really make two and a half million last year?

Will Emerson: Yeah, sure.

Peter Sullivan: How did you spend it all?

Will Emerson: It goes quite quickly. You know, you learn to spend what's in your pocket.

Seth Bregman: Two and a half million goes quickly?

Will Emerson: All right, let's see. So the taxman takes half up front, so you're left with one and a quarter. My mortgage takes another 300 grand. I send 150 home for my parents, you know, keep them going. So what's that?

Peter Sullivan: 800.

Will Emerson: All right, 800. Spent 150 on a car. About 75 on restaurants. Probably 50 on clothes. I put 400 away for a rainy day.

Seth Bregman: That's smart.

Will Emerson: Yeah, as it turns out, cause it looks like the storm's coming.

Peter Sullivan: You still got 125.

Will Emerson: Yeah, well, I did spend $76,520 on hookers, booze, and dancers. But mainly hookers.

Peter Sullivan: 76.5?

Will Emerson: I was a little shocked initially, but then I realized that I could claim most of it back as entertainment. It's true.

Will Emerson: Jesus, Seth. Listen, if you really wanna do this with your life, you have to believe you're necessary, and you are. People wanna live like this with their cars and big fuckin houses they can't even pay for, then you're necessary. The only reason that they all get to continue living like kings is because we got our fingers on the scales in their favor. I take my hand off, and then the whole world gets really fuckin fair really fuckin quickly, and nobody actually wants that. They say they do, but they don't. They want what we have to give them, but they also wanna, you know, play innocent and pretend they have no idea where it came from. Well, that's more hypocrisy than I'm willing to swallow, so fuck em. Fuck normal people. You know, the funny thing is, tomorrow if all of this goes tits up, they're gonna crucify us for being too reckless, but if we're wrong, and everything gets back on track? Well, then, the same people are gonna laugh till they piss their pants, cause we're gonna all look like the biggest pussies God ever let through the door.

Seth Bregman: You think we're wrong?

Will Emerson: … No. They're all fucked.

Will Emerson: [Telling Seth he's likely going to be laid off] Listen, nothing I'm gonna say is going to make you feel any better. It's just going to suck for a while, and then you'll be fine.

Will Emerson: Hey, Eric? Don't beat yourself too much about this stuff, all right? Some people like taking the long way home. Who the fuck knows?

Will Emerson: You know, the feeling that people experience when they stand on the edge like this isn't the fear of falling—it's the fear that they might jump.

Geoffrey Chaucer: [crowd cheers; passes in front of Prince Edward] Good people! I missed my introduction! But please... please, I pray you, hear it now! For I would lay rest the grace in my tongue and speak plainly. Days like these are far too rare to cheapen with heavy-handed words. And so, I'm afraid without any ado whatsoever — excuse me, My Lord — here he is! One of your own! Born a stone's throw from this very stadium, and here before you now! The son of John Thatcher... Sir Wiiiiiilliam Thatcheeer!

Geoffrey Chaucer: I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.

Geoffrey Chaucer: [crowd roars; crowd roars; crowd boos; crowd roars] My lords, my ladies, and everybody else here not sitting on a cushion! Today... today, you find yourselves equals! For you are all equally blessed! For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword! Next, he amazed me still further in Italy, when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishings of her dreadful Turkish uncle! In Greece, he spent a year in silence, just to better understand the sound... of a whisper. And so, without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Sir UUUUUlrich von Lichtenstein! Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week!

Lord Melbourne: Your Highness, there's your opening if you'll take my advice...

Albert: Lord Melbourne, forgive me but you seem to have confused me with a member of your club. I am not your drinking companion nor your whist partner. I am the husband of your sovereign. And as such, I will make my own decisions, and I neither seek nor invite your advice. Good evening.

Victoria: I do want to help them, whatever you say. And not just the laboring poor, but the hungry and the homeless, and... There are people who are lost, and whose business is it to see to their welfare?

Lord Melbourne: Well, in my experience, ma'am, it's best to let these things develop naturally. If you interfere, you risk overturning the cart.

Victoria: Well, Albert doesn't agree. He's made a study of the working man's condition, he's full to the brim with ideas for their improvement.

Lord Melbourne: Is he indeed? How inspiring.

Lord Melbourne: Queen Elizabeth never married. And it didnt spoil things for her.

Lord Melbourne: [to Sir John] You have played the game and lost.

Lord Melbourne: [to Victoria] If you should ever need an ally, you have one in me.

Dryden Vos: You need an incredibly fast ship, and a brilliant pilot.

Han Solo: We'll find a ship. We've already got the pilot.

Silas: (Final lines) Soy un fantasma!

Silas: Every breath you take is a sin

Silas: Do not move, woman. Cripple, put the box on the table.

Silas: Job 38:11, you know it, Sister

Silas: Stop now, tell me where it is! You and your brethren possess that which is not rightfully yours.

Dr. Stephen Maturin: Well, Mr. Blakeney, it would appear that you have the makings of a naturalist.

Midshipman Blakeney: Well, sir, perhaps I could combine them to be a sort of … fighting naturalist … like you, sir.

Dr. Stephen Maturin: They don't combine too well, I find.

Able Seaman Slade: Is them his brains, sir?

Dr. Stephen Maturin: No, that's just dried blood.

Dr. Stephen Maturin: [after wiping away the dried blood] Those are his brains.

Capt. Jack Aubrey: Well, Stephen … the bird's flightless?

Dr. Stephen Maturin: Yes.

Capt. Jack Aubrey: It's not going anywhere.

Dr. Stephen Maturin: By comparison, the Surprise is a somewhat aged man-o-war. Am I not correct?

Capt. Jack Aubrey: Would you call me an aged man-o-war, doctor? The Surprise is not old; no one would call her old. She has a bluff bow, lovely lines. She's a fine sea-boat: weatherly, stiff and fast … very fast, if she's well handled. No, she's not old; she's in her prime.

Sailing Master John Allen: Well, we can patch up the main and mizzen, the foresail's too far gone, I'm afraid, so we'll bend our spare.

Lt. Thomas Pullings: Mr. Lamb is confident, with basic repairs we can get home as we are--

Capt. Jack Aubrey: We're not going home.

Sailing Master John Allen: But, to refit, we need a port, and the Acheron may be still be looking for us.

Capt. Jack Aubrey: We can refit at sea. Here. We're at shoals. As you said, Mr. Allen, she is taking the war to the south seas, and we are supposed to stop her.

Sailing Master John Allen: But, Sir, with respect, she's a vastly heavier ship. She's out of our class. She could be halfway to Cape Horn by the time we're repaired and under way.

Capt. Jack Aubrey: Well, then, there's not a moment to lose.

Dustfinger: Let's you and me go for a little walk.

Dustfinger: Before you say anything, I'm here to save your necks.

Dustfinger: Put right the wrong you did nine years ago.

Dustfinger: You are not my god!

Dustfinger: Has your father ever read you a bedtime story, Meggie?

Dustfinger: His name's Gwin. And I know he looks charming, but you know what they say about books and covers.

Dustfinger: He doesn't like to be tickled.

Dustfinger: Do you know the end of your story Meggie?

Dustfinger: I miss my family too.

Dustfinger: All right; this is our way in. Now listen, this is gonna be dangerous, so you need to keep up. You gotta move quickly.

Dustfinger: Just get in the car!

Vision: [Last words] It's alright. It's alright. I love you.