Ralph FiennesQuotes

Francis Dolarhyde: Drop it. Do it now, gumshoe. Your son is about to change. Then your wife. You can watch, then I'll take care of you.

Will Graham: [imitating Dolorhyde's grandmother] Look at you. I have never seen a child as disgusting as you! You pissed your pants? How dare you! You want me to cut it off? Is that what you want me to do? Apologize! Don't cry at me, you little faggot! Say it! Say it, or I will cut it off! Say, "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm a dirty little beast. Freak. Harelip. And no one will ever love me!

Will Graham: Run!

Reba McClane: If there's anything I hate worse than pity, it's fake pity. Especially from a walking hard-on like Ralph Mandy.

Francis Dolarhyde: I have no pity.

Francis Dolarhyde: [Continuing Dolarhyde's "fan letter"] Investigator Graham interests me. Not your standard gumshoe, is he? More alert. Purposeful-looking. You should've taught him not to meddle. Forgive the stationary. I chose it because it will dissolve very quickly if you should have to swallow it. If I hear from you, next time, I might send you something wet. Until then, dear doctor, I remain your most avid fan.

Francis Dolarhyde: [Dolarhyde's "fan letter" to Dr. Lecter] : My dear Dr. Lecter: I wanted to tell you I'm delighted that you've taken an interest in me. And when I learned of your vast correspondence, I thought: "Dare I?" Of course I do. I don't believe you'll tell them who I am. Besides, what particular body I currently occupy is trivial. The important thing is what I am becoming. I know that you alone can understand this transformation. I have some things I'd love to show you. If circumstances permit, I hope we can correspond. I have admired you for years and have a complete collection of your press notices. Actually, I think of them as unfair reviews. As unfair as mine. They do like to sling demeaning nicknames, don't they? "The Tooth Fairy." What could be more inappropriate? It would shame me for you to read that, if I didn't know you had suffered the same distortions in the press.

Francis Dolarhyde: I am the Dragon, and you call me insane. You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the afterbirth. It is your nature to do one thing correctly: before me, you rightly tremble. But fear is not what you owe me, Mr. Lounds. You owe me awe.

Max: Only he doesn't know about me and Faith. So I say to myself: If I turn the job down, he just gets somebody else, and I lose Faith — to coin a phrase. So to buy time I do the skank. I still gotta do something about Tran. I figure it's him or me, but I can't cap him without a chump to take the fall. And who better than his girlfriend's loser ex-boyfriend, a known criminal who has been seen hassling them in public numerous times?

Lenny Nero: And who was, regrettably, also your best fucking friend.

Max: No plan is perfect, Lenny. Hey, cheer up. World's gonna end in ten minutes anyway.

Lenny Nero: I didn't know you were color blind, Max.

Max: It was the only way I could stand your ties.

Palmer Strickland: Nero.

Lenny Nero: Strickland.

Palmer Strickland: Comissioner Strickland!

Lenny Nero: See, since you shit-canned my career, I don't even have to call you sir. One of life's small pleasures.

Lenny Nero: Bullet-resistant? What ever happened to bullet-proof?

Lenny Nero: Look... everyone needs to take a walk to the dark end of the street sometimes. It's what we are.

Tim Donohue: Leave this Justin. Go home.

Justin Quayle: I can't go home. Tessa was my home.

Tim Donohue: [after a car chase through the desert] Who did you think I was?

Justin Quayle: Fuck you, Donohue! This is bandit country.

Policeman: For a diplomat you're not a very good liar.

Justin Quayle: I haven't risen very high.

Justin Quayle: Well, ah, I can't speak for Sir Bernard...

Tessa Quayle: Oh, I thought that was why you were here?

Justin Quayle: Well, diplomats have to go where they're sent.

Tessa Quayle: So do labradors.

Justin Quayle: [Smiling] Ouch... Well, I think Mr. Bernard would argue that when peaceful means are exhausted...

Tessa Quayle: Exhausted? Mr.Quayle, they're not exactly exhausted, they're just lying in the way of the tanks!

Justin Quayle: [Tessa tells Justin to slow down, wanting to drive a woman, her baby, and her brother who are walking 40 kilometers back to his home] We can't involve ourselves in their lives, Tessa.

Tessa Quayle: Why?

Justin Quayle: Be reasonable. There are millions of people, they all need help. It's what the agencies are here for.

Tessa Quayle: Yeah, but these are three people that we can help.

Contractor Team Leader: This is the wrench man.

SFC William James: Hello wrench man.

SGT J.T. Sanborn: You know you can shoot people out here... You don't have to throw a wrench.

Contractor Feisal: Fuck off!

Contractor Team Leader: We have a flat tire. Can you help us?

SFC William James: Sure, yeah. Do you have spares?

Contractor Team Leader: We have spares, but we've used up our wrench.

SFC William James: How do you use up a wrench?

Contractor Team Leader: Well, uh, see the guy over there, with the red thing on his head? Well he threw it at someone.

Max Denbigh: [''On the phone to his contact; hangs up and attempts to log in to MI6, only to find that his access has been denied and the Nine Eyes program's shutdown has been initiated''] Go back and find M, NOW! We need them both.

M: Not a good feeling being watched, is it?

Max Denbigh: Don't tell me you're responsible for this.

M: No, but my quartermaster is. And he's extremely talented.

Max Denbigh: Oh, bravo. But in case you hadn't realized it, you two are out of a job. so you're trespassing.

M: I'm afraid you've got the wrong end of the stick, Max. We're going to stop this system going online, and then I'm going to bring you in.

Max Denbigh: On what grounds, exactly?

M: Poor taste in friends.

Max Denbigh: Take a look at the world. Chaos. Because people like you, paper-pushers and politicians, are too spineless to do what needs to be done. So I made an alliance to put the power where it should be, and now you want to throw it away for the sake of democracy, whatever the hell that is. How predictably moronic. But then, isn't that what M stands for? "{{W|moron (psychology)|Moron}}"?

M: [''Reveals that he has the bullets that C thought were in his gun''] And now we know what C stands for. "{{W|carelessness|Careless}}".

Max Denbigh: You can't really tell me that one man in the field can compete with all of this, running around out there with his license to kill.

M: Have you ever had to kill a man, Max? Have you? To pull that trigger, you have to be sure. Yes, you investigate, analyze, assess, target. And then you have to look him in the eye. And you make the call. And all the drones, bugs, cameras, transcripts, all the surveillance in the world can't tell you what to do next. A license to kill is also a license not to kill.

Eve Moneypenny: So what's going on, James? There's not one person at MI6 who isn't talking about it.

James Bond: Talking about... what, exactly?

Eve Moneypenny: That what you did in Mexico was a step too far. That you're finished.

James Bond: And what do you think?

Eve Moneypenny: I think you're just getting started.

James Bond: I don't know what you mean.

Eve Moneypenny: [Bond switches on the TV, revealing a video message from the now-deceased previous M] Fine. I think you've got a secret. And it's something you won't tell anyone because you don't trust anyone.

M: [on TV] 007, if anything happens to me for some reason, I need you to do something. Find a man called Marco Sciarra. Kill him... and don't miss the funeral.

Eve Moneypenny: Jesus! Where did you get it?

James Bond: From my mailbox, just after she died.

Eve Moneypenny: She was never short of surprises.

James Bond: She wasn't gonna let death get in the way of her job.

Dick Goodwin: Don't treat me like I'm a member of your goddamn fan club. Are you telling me everybody got the answers but you?

Charles Van Doren: You're so persistent, Dick. You know, I really envy you that.

Dick Goodwin: Was it just the money, Charlie?

Charles Van Doren: You'll forgive me, but anyone who thinks money is ever just money couldn't have much of it.

Dick Goodwin: Charlie, you want to insult me, fine; but you can't envy me at the same time.

Charles Van Doren: Jesus, Dick, if someone offered you all this money to be on some rigged quiz show, instant fame, the works, would you do it?

Dick Goodwin: No. Course not.

Charles Van Doren: No? Throw the whole thing in, the cover of Time, Dave Garroway, $50,000 a year to read poetry on television — would you do it?

Dick Goodwin: No.

Charles Van Doren: And I would?

Charles Van Doren: [http://www.historymatters.gmu.edu/d/6566/ the real statement] Compare with made by Charles Van Doren.

Hades: [''whispers to self''] I am afraid, brother. Is that what you want me to say? I'm a god, and I'm afraid. When your precious humans die, at least their souls go to another place. When a god dies, it isn't death—it's just absence. It's nothing. It's Oblivion..." "...it's Oblivion.

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.

Hades: King Acrisius.

Calibos: There is no Acricius. Just Calibos!

Hades: We have a enemy in common, Zeus.

Calibos: Zeus?

Hades: My brother.

Calibos: What do you want from me?

Hades: Zeus is seed in your wife survived. The child of your shame. Perseus.

Calibos: He lives?

Hades: You murdered your wife for nothing, now Perseus housed himself from Argos to destroy me. He must die.

Calibos: What would you have me do?

Hades: Zeus must think I serve him but I am growing stronger. Until I possess my full power, you will be my weapon. Use this! Kill Perseus for me and I'll destroy Zeus for you.

Calibos: I serve you. The boy will die!

Hades: You were specks of dust beneath our fingernails. Your very breath is a gift from Olympus. You have insulted powers beyond your comprehension.

Queen Cassiopeia: Who are you?

Hades: I am Hades. Kneel.

Io: Not now, Perseus. You will have your chance.

Hades: What do you know of beauty? What is more beautiful than death? Gaze upon me, mortal queen.

Andromeda: Mother!

Draco: Princess!

Hades: [turns and looks at Perseus] In ten days, when the sun is eclipsed, I will unleash the Kraken. Argos will be swept from the earth, and all of you with it. Unless you sacrifice the princess you so foolishly compare to the gods. Only her blood will sate the Kraken and Zeus, who you have so offended. Choose your penance, Argos. Destruction or sacrifice. This is the will of Zeus. The will of your father.

Eddie Mannix: What's on your mind, Laurence?

Laurence Laurentz: Hobie Doyle cannot act!

Eddie Mannix: Hobart Doyle is one of the biggest movie stars in the world.

Laurence Laurentz: On horseback! But, this is a drama, Mannix, a real drama. It's an adaptation of a Broadway smash! it requires the skills of a trained thespian, not a rodeo clown.

Marie: Why don't you both put your guns down, go home?

Harry: Don't be stupid; this is the shootout.

Harry: Well?

Ken: The boy's suicidal Harry. He's a walking dead man. Keeps going on about Hell and Purgatory -

Harry: When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you Ken, would you do me a favor and become Ray's psychiatrist please? No. What I think what I asked you was "would you go blow his fucking head off for me?" "He's suicidal"? I'm suicidal, you're suicidal, everybody's fucking suicidal. We don't all keep going on about it. Has he killed himself yet? So he's not fucking suicidal, is he?

Ken: He put a loaded gun to his head this morning, I stopped him.

Harry: He... What? This gets fucking worse!

Ken: We were down the park...

Harry: Lemme get this right..."You were down the park"? What's that got to do with fucking anything? Let me get this right. Not only have you refused to kill the boy, you even stopped the boy from killing himself, which would've solved my problem, which would've solved your problem, which sounds like would've solved the boy's problem.

Ken: It wouldn't have solved his problem.

Harry: Ken, if I had killed a little kid, accidentally or otherwise, I wouldn't have thought twice. I'd killed myself on the fucking spot. On the fucking spot. I would've stuck the gun in me mouth on the fucking spot!

Ken: That's you, Harry. The boy has the capacity to change. The boy has the capacity to do something decent with his life.

Harry: Excuse me, Ken, I have the capacity to change.

Ken: Yeah, you do. You've the capacity to get fucking worse!

Harry: Ah yeah, now we're getting down to it!

Ken: Harry, let's face it. And I'm not being funny, I mean no disrespect, but you're a cunt. You're a cunt now, you've always been a cunt. And, the only thing that's gonna change is you're gonna become an even bigger cunt. Maybe have some more cunt kids.

Harry: Leave my kids fucking out of it! What have they done? You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!

Ken: I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.

Harry: Insulting my fucking kids?! That's going overboard, mate!

Ken: [quietly] I retracted it, didn't I! Still leaves you being a cunt...

Harry: Yeah, I fucking got that.

Harry: [''To Eirik, with his eyepatch''] Aye-aye!

Yuri: [''Referring to selection of firearms laid out on table''] Take your pick, Mr. Waters.

Harry: An UZI? Ha, I'm not from South Central Los fucking Angeles. I didn't come here to shoot twenty black ten-year olds in a fucking drive-by. I want a normal gun for a normal person.

Yuri: I knew he wouldn't kill the guy. I could see it in his eyes when I was telling him about the alcoves.

Harry: ...about the what?

Yuri: [[w:Expanding bullet|dumdums] The alcoves - the alcoves in the Koningin Astridpark. Oh, I also have some ]. You use this word, "dumdums"? The bullets that make the head explode?

Harry: Dumdums", yeah.

Yuri: Would you like some of these dumdums?

Harry: Well, I know I shouldn't, err... But I will.

Eirik: Motherfucker.

Harry: Is he talking to me?

Yuri: No, Eirik's on your side, Mr. Waters. Your young friend blinded him last night.

Harry: Ray did?

Eirik: I was trying to rob him. And he took my gun from me. And the gun was full of blanks. And he shot a blank into my eye. And now I cannot see from this eye ever again, the doctors say.

Harry: Well, to be honest, it sounds like it was all your fault.

Eirik: What!

Harry: I mean, basically, if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks, and you allow your gun to be taken off you, and you allow yourself to be shot in the eye with a blank which I assume that the person has to get quite close to you then, yeah, really, it's all your fault for being such a poof. So why don't you stop whinging and cheer the fuck up.

Yuri: Eirik! I really wouldn't respond.

Eirik: I thought you wanted the guy dead?

Harry: I do want the guy dead, I want him fucking crucified. But it don't change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind little gay boy, does it? Thanks for the gun, Yuri.

Harry: [''To his two daughters and son''] Now, you lot be good for your mummy and Imamoto, okay? Cause Daddy's got to go away for a few days.

Natalie: Where are you going?

Harry: I've got to go to Bruges.

Natalie: Bruges? Where's that?

Harry: It's in Belgium.

Natalie: Why would anybody have to go to Belgium?

Harry: Cause I've got to sort something out.

Natalie: Is it something to do with the phone?

Harry: It's something to do with Ken. It's a matter of honour.

Natalie: Well, it ain't gonna be dangerous, is it?

Harry: Well, of course it's gonna be dangerous if it's a matter of fucking honour!

Natalie: [''Harry shakes his head''] You are bringing the fellas with you? Tell me you're bringing the fellas with you. Harry.

Harry: I'm sorry for calling you an inanimate object. I was upset.

Ken: [''Makes call''; ''Ken hangs up''] Harry? It's Ken. Listen to this noise. Do you know what that is? Yeah, I know you know it's a train. Do you know what train? Well, it's a train that Ray just got on, and he's alive and he's well, and he doesn't know where he's going and neither do I. So if you need to do your worst, do your worst. You've got the address of the hotel. I'll be here waiting. Because I've got to quite like Bruges now. It's like a fucking fairytale or something.

Natalie: [''Appears in doorway''] Harry. Harry!

Harry: [''Stops''] What!

Natalie: It's an inanimate fucking object!

Harry: You're an inanimate fucking!

Harry: [''After mistaking shooting Jimmy the midget for a prepubescent boy, to Ray''; ''Shoots himself in head''] You've got to stick to your principles.

Harry: [''Ken is handed a typewritten message from the hotel receptionist''] Number one, why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be in? Number two, why doesn't this hotel have phones with fucking voicemail and not I have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist? Number three, you better fucking be in tomorrow night when I fucking call again otherwise there'll be fucking hell to pay. I'm fucking telling you. - Harry.

Tremblay: You are responsible for this, I believe.

Lawrence: : No, Eminence. You are.

Tremblay: This report is entirely mendacious. It would never have seen the light of day if you had not broken into the Holy Father's to remove it!

Lawrence: If the report is mendacious, then why did the Holy Father in his last official act as Pope ask you to resign?

Tremblay: He did no such thing. As Monsignor Morales, who was at the meeting...

Lawrence: And yet Archbishop Wozniak insists the Holy Father...

Tremblay: The Holy Father, may his name be numbered among the high priests, was a sick man toward the end of his life, as those of us who saw him regularly can attest.

Tremblay: You should be careful, Thomas. Your own ambition has not gone unnoticed. This might be seen as a tactic to blacken the name of a rival.

Lawrence: Well that's a despicable accusation.

Tremblay: [walks away] Is it? I wonder, if you really are so reluctant to have the chalice passed to you. I shall pretend this conversation never took place.

Lawrence: [agitated] But it HAS taken place!

Bellini: [[Richard Nixon] I could never become Pope on those circumstances. A stolen document, the smearing of a brother cardinal. I'd be the ] of Popes.

Lawrence: Then stay clear of this; leave it to me. I'm willing to handle the consequences.

Bellini: You know who's gonna benefit most from this? Tedesco. The whole basis of his candidacy is that the Holy Father led the church to disaster by his attempts at reform. If you reveal this report, it isn't Tremblay's reputation that's going to suffer; it's the Church's. Accusing the Curia of institutional corruption...

Lawrence: I thought we were here to serve God, not the Curia.

Bellini: Oh, don't be naive!

Lawrence: The other night, you were kind enough to say that you had voted for me. Now, I don't know if you've continued to do so, but if you have, then I must repeat my plea to you to stop.

Benitez: Why?

Lawrence: Well, firstly, I lack the spiritual depth to be Pope. Secondly, I couldn't possibly win. A long, drawn-out Conclave would be seen by the media as proof that the Church is in crisis.

Benitez: You have come to ask me to vote for Cardinal Tremblay?

Lawrence: Yes, I have, and to urge your supporters to do the same.

Benitez: Cardinal Tremblay already spoke to me about this.

Lawrence: Oh, well, I'm sure he has.

Benitez: You want me to vote for a man you see as ambitious?

Lawrence: I do not want to see Tedesco as Pope. He would take your church back to... to an earlier era.

Benitez: I'm sorry, but I cannot vote for a man unless I deem him the most worthy to be Pope. And for me, that is not Tremblay. It's you.

Lawrence: [yelling] I don't want your vote!

Benitez: Nevertheless... you have it.

Bellini: If we liberals are not united, Tedesco will become Pope. You have no idea how bad it became, Thomas. The way he and his circle attacked the Holy Father towards the end - the smears, the leaks to the press - it was savage. He fought him every single day of his pontificate, and now that he's dead, he wants to destroy his life's work. If Tedesco becomes Pope, he will undo sixty years of progress.

Lawrence: You talk as if you are the only alternative, but Adeyemi has the wind behind him.

Bellini: Adeyemi? Adeyemi, the man who believes that homosexuals should be sent to prison in this world and Hell in the next? Adeyemi's not the answer to anything, and you know it. If you want to defeat...

Lawrence: Defeat? This is a conclave, Aldo. It's not a war.

Bellini: It is a war. And you have to commit to a side.

Tedesco: [referring to Benitez, in English; switches to Italian] Our new brother — did I hear correctly? Afghanistan?

Lawrence: [in Italian] Yes. A marvelous testament to the Universal Church, don't you think so? So many men of different cultures and races bound together by their faith in God.

Tedesco: [indicates the table the two are sitting at; indicates other tables; switches to English; in Italian; switches to English; in Italian; in English; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Second_Coming_(poem) things fall apart, the centre cannot hold] Look around you. Look how everyone gravitates close to their fellow countrymen. Italians all here. Spaniards there. Englishmen there. Frenchmen. Divided by language. When we were boys, and the Tridentine Mass was still the only true liturgy of the world, we would have all been speaking Latin. But then your liberal friends resolved to erase the Dead Language. Without Rome, without the tradition of Rome — .

Lawrence: So, the next Pope should be an Italian?

Tedesco: [gestures to a table where Adeyemi is sitting] Why not? We haven't had an Italian Pope for forty years. Forty years, Thomas. Can you seriously imagine the alternative?

Lawrence: [stands up] Excuse me. I must go around and visit our fellow brothers.

Tedesco: [grabs Lawrence's cuff; in Latin] Abyssus abyssum invocat.

O'Malley: Well, Eminence, I'd say this is a pretty fair vision of hell.

Lawrence: Well, don't be blasphemous, Ray. Hell arrives tomorrow when we bring in the Cardinals.

Q: It's a fine line. Make the breadcrumb too small, and he might miss it. Too big, and Silva will smell a rat.

Bill Tanner: Yes, but you'd think even Silva will be able to spot that.

Q: He's the only one who could.

Tanner: Sir?

Q: Oh...

Gareth Mallory: What are you doing?

Q: We're just... monitoring.

Mallory: Creating a false tracking signal for Silva to follow.

Tanner: Well, sir, um...

Q: Well, no...

Mallory: Excellent thinking. Get him isolated. Send him on the A9, it's a direct route. You can monitor his progress more accurately and confirm it with the traffic cameras.

Tanner: But, uh... what if the PM finds out?

Mallory: Then we're all buggered. Carry on.

Doctor Hall: I'd like to start with some simple word associations. Just tell me the first word that pops into your head. For example, I say, "Day" and you might say…

James Bond: Wasted.

Doctor Hall: All right. Gun?

James Bond: Shot.

Doctor Hall: Agent.

James Bond: Provocateur.

Doctor Hall: Woman?

James Bond: Provocatrix.

Doctor Hall: Heart?

James Bond: Target.

Doctor Hall: Bird?

James Bond: Sky.

Doctor Hall: M.

James Bond: Bitch.

Doctor Hall: Sunlight?

James Bond: Swim.

Doctor Hall: Moonlight?

James Bond: Dance.

Doctor Hall: Murder.

James Bond: Employment.

Doctor Hall: Country.

James Bond: England.

Doctor Hall: [Bond says nothing] Skyfall. Skyfall.

James Bond: [walks out] Done.

Gareth Mallory: [to M; sarcastically] This is going well.

Amon Goeth: [Supervising the incineration of bodies buried near Płaszów] Can you believe this? As if I don't have enough to do, they come up with this? I have to find every rag buried up here and burn it. The party's over, Oskar. They're closing us down, sending everybody to Auschwitz … as soon as I can arrange the shipments, maybe 30, 40 days. That ought to be fun.

Amon Goeth: [Defending Schindler] He likes women. He likes good-looking women. He sees a beautiful woman – he doesn't think. He has so many women. They love him, yeah, they love him. I mean, he's married, yeah, but … all right, she was Jewish, he shouldn't have done it, but you didn't see this girl. I saw this girl. This girl was, wuff, very good-looking. They cast a spell on you, you know, the Jews. When you work closely with them like I do, you see this. They have this power, it's like a virus. Some of my men are infected with this virus. They should be pitied, not punished. They should receive treatment, because this is as real as typhus. I see this all the time. It's a matter of money, hm?

Amon Goeth: [To Helen; He strokes her hair; He decides not to kiss her; He beats her] I came to tell you that you really are a wonderful cook and a well-trained servant. I mean it. If you need a reference after the war, I'd be happy to give you one. It's kind of lonely down here, it seems, with everyone upstairs having such a good time. Does it? You can answer. "What was the right answer?" That's – that's what you're thinking. "What does he want to hear?" The truth, Helen, is always the right answer. Yes, you're right. Sometimes we're both lonely. Yes, I mean, I would like, so much, to reach out and touch you in your loneliness. What would that be like, I wonder? I mean, what would be wrong with that? I realize that you're not a person in the strictest sense of the word. Maybe you're right about that too. You know, maybe what's wrong isn't – it's not us – it's this. I mean, when they compare you to vermin and to rodents and to lice, I just, uh … you make a good point, a very good point. Is this the face of a rat? Are these the eyes of a rat? "Hath not a Jew eyes?" I feel for you, Helen. No, I don't think so. You're a Jewish bitch. You nearly talked me into it, didn't you?

Amon Goeth: [To Stern; Stern nods] Goldberg and Chilowicz make sure I see my cut from the factory owners in this camp, leaving you to take care of my main account – the Schindler account. He wants his independence. I gave it to him. But independence costs money. This you understand? Look at me. Don't forget who you are working for now.

Amon Goeth: Today is history. Today will be remembered. Years from now the young will ask with wonder about this day. Today is history and you are part of it. Six hundred years ago when elsewhere they were footing the blame for the Black Death, Kazimierz the Great – so called – told the Jews they could come to Kraków. They came. They trundled their belongings into the city. They settled. They took hold. They prospered in business, science, education, the arts. They came with nothing. Nothing. And they flourished. For six centuries there has been a Jewish Kraków. Think about that. By this evening, those six centuries are a rumor. They never happened. Today is history.

Sir Jimmy: Doctor. Athiest doctor. Okay... So you believe all this zombie shite was caused by science and bugs and whatnot?

Dr. Ian Kelson: Rather than...?

Sir Jimmy: Er, Old Nick? Unleashing His wrath upon the World of Man?

Dr. Kelson: I see. So, I'm an athiest and you're a-- you're a Satanist.

Sir Jimmy: [chuckles] Well, there it is! Mystery solved! I'm gonna be honest, I didn't know what the fuck was going on just now. I'm sweating!

Cathy: Are you going to leave?

Dr. Ian Kelson: Yes. But obviously, we're going to kill you first.

Dr. Ian Kelson: I remember details. Events and people. But what it was actually like to live with shops and fridges and telephones and personal computers? I have no real memory of that at all. That said, I do remember there was a sense of certainty. The world had a-- an order. A way about it. There were dramas and upheavals, inevitably, but the foundations... They seemed unshakable.

Dr. Ian Kelson: So why would you think that I was...? Oh, you-- My skin color. The bones. Well, you can relax; I'm not Satan.

Dr. Ian Kelson: Samson! Did it work, my friend? Were you lost and now are found?

Dr. Ian Kelson: Okay, let's turn this up to eleven.

Dr. Ian Kelson: When the infected attack, what do they see? What do they think they're attacking?

Dr. Ian Kelson: Nothing wrong with peace and respite, Samson.

Dr. Ian Kelson: So you owe me... Only kidding. I'm NHS; free of charge!

Dr. Ian Kelson: I'm suddenly not entirely sure where I stand with you.

Serge X: Forgive me, Monsieur Gustave. I never meant to betray you. They threatened my life and now they've murdered my only family.

M. Gustave: No. Who did they kill this time?

Serge X: My dear sister.

M. Gustave: The girl with the club foot?

Serge X: Yes.

M. Gustave: Those fuckers!

Serge X: I tried to warn you at the beginning.

M. Gustave: I know, darling. Let's put that behind us. Listen, I hate to put you on the spot, but I really must ask you to clear my name. Obviously you're grieving...

Serge X: There's more

M. Gustave: Okay.

Serge X: To the story...

M. Gustave: I get it. Go on.

Serge X: I was the official witness in Madame D's presence to the creation of a second will to be executed only in the event of her death by murder.

M. Gustave: A second will?

Serge X: Right.

M. Gustave: In case she got bumped off?

Serge X: Right.

M. Gustave: Uh-huh?

Serge X: But they destroyed it.

M. Gustave: Oh dear.

Serge X: However...

M. Gustave: Uh-huh?

Serge X: I pulled a copy?

M. Gustave: A second copy of the second will?

Serge X: Right.

M. Gustave: Uh-huh?

M. Gustave: [Frantically] What does it say? Where is it? What's it all about dammit? Don't keep us in suspense, Serge! This has been a complete fucking nightmare! Just tell us what the fuck is going on!

M. Gustave: Serge? Serge? Serge!

M. Gustave: Bloody hell, they've strangled the poor slob!

Zero: [Reading a letter from M. Gustave] My dear and trusted colleagues...

M. Gustave: I miss you deeply as I write from the confines of my regrettable and preposterous incarceration. Until I walk amongst you again as a free man, the Grand Budapest remains in your hands, as does its impeccable reputation. Keep it spotless, and glorify it. Take extra-special care of every little bitty bit of it as if I were watching over you like a hawk with a horse-whip in its talons, because I am. Should I discover a lapse of any variety during my absence, I promise swift and merciless justice will descend upon you. A great and noble house has been placed under your protection. Tell Zero if you see any funny business.

Zero: [Finishing the letter] Your devoted Monsieur Gustave.

Henckels: Who's shooting who?

Dmitri: That's Gustave H., the escaped murderer and art thief! I've got him cornered!

M. Gustave: That's Dmitri Desgoffe und Taxis! He's responsible for the killing of Deputy Kovacs, Serge X and his club-footed sister, plus his own mother!

Henckels: Nobody move; everybody's under arrest.

Dmitri: Where's Boy with Apple?!

M. Gustave: (pause) NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS!

Dmitri: [about M. Gustave] This criminal has plagued my family for nearly 20 years. He's a ruthless adventurer and a con artist who preys on mentally feeble, sick old ladies! And he probably fucks them, too!

M. Gustave: I go to bed with all my friends.

Dmitri: If I learn you ever once laid a finger on my mother's body, living or dead, I swear to God, I'll cut your throat! You hear me?

M. Gustave: I thought I was supposed to be a fucking faggot.

Dmitri: You are, but you're bisexual.

M. Gustave: Let's change the subject; I'm leaving.

M. Gustave: [Of Mme. Celine] She was dynamite in the sack, by the way.

Zero: ...She was 84, Monsieur Gustave.

M. Gustave: Mmm, I've had older. When you're young, it's all filet steak, but as the years go by, you have to move on to the cheap cuts. Which is fine with me, because I like those. More flavorful, or so they say.

M. Gustave: [after seeing police at reception] Have you ever been questioned by the authorities?

Zero: Yes, on one occasion, I was arrested and tortured by the rebel militia after the Desert Uprising.

M. Gustave: You know the drill, then, zip it.

Zero: Of course.

M. Gustave: You've never hears the word "van Hoytl" in your life. Okay, let's go.

M. Gustave: How may we serve you, gentlemen? Ah, Inspector Henckels!

Henckels: By order of the commissioner of police, Zubrowka Province, I hereby place you under arrest for the murder of Madame Celine Villenueve Desgoffe-und-Taxis.

M. Gustave: I knew there was something fishy. We never got the cause of death. She's been murdered, and you think I did it.

Henckels: HEY! STOP!

M. Gustave: I'm not angry with Serge; you can't blame someone for their basic lack of moral fiber. He's a frightened little yellow-bellied coward. It's not his fault, is it?

Zero: I don't know, it depends.

M. Gustave: Well, you can say that about most anything, "it depends". Of course it depends.

Zero: Of course it depends, of course it depends.

M. Gustave: Yes, I suppose you're right; of course it depends. However, that doesn't mean I'm not going to throttle the little swamp rat.

M. Gustave: The beginning of the end of the end of the beginning has begun. A sad finale played, off-key, on a broken-down saloon piano in the outskirts of a forgotten ghost town. I’d rather not bear witness to such blasphemy.

Zero: Me, neither.

M. Gustave: The Grand Budapest has become a troop’s barracks. I shall never cross its threshold again in my lifetime.

Zero: Me, neither.

M. Gustave: Never again shall...

Zero: [pointing at Dmitri] Actually, I think we might be going in right now, after all.

M. Gustave: Serge X, missing. Deputy Kovacs, also missing. Madame D, dead. Boy with Apple, stolen (by us). Dmitri and Jopling, ruthless, cold-blooded savages. Gustave H, at large. What else?

Zero: Zero, confused.

M. Gustave: Zero, confused, indeed. The plot "thickens" as they say. Why, by the way? Is it a soup metaphor?

Zero: I don't know.

M. Gustave: It's quite a thing, winning the loyalty of a woman like that for nineteen consecutive seasons.

Zero: Um... yes, sir.

M. Gustave: She's very fond of me, you know.

Zero: Yes, sir.

M. Gustave: I've never seen her like that before.

Zero: No, sir.

M. Gustave: She was shaking like a shitting dog.

Zero: ...Truly.

Zero: What happened?

M. Gustave: [Takes a sip of water and laughs] What happened, my dear Zero, is I beat the living shit out of a sniveling little runt called Pinky Bandinski, who had the gall to question my virility. Because, if there's one thing we've learned from penny dreadfuls, it's that when you find yourself in a place like this, you must never be a candy ass; you've got to prove yourself from day one. You've got to win their respect. You should take a long look at HIS ugly mug this morning. He's actually become a dear friend. You'll meet him, I hope.

M. Gustave: If I die first, and I almost certainly will, you will be my sole heir. There's not much in the kitty, except a set of ivory-backed hairbrushes and my library of romantic poetry, but when the time comes, these will be yours. Along with whatever we haven't already spent on whores and whiskey.

M. Gustave: Rudeness is merely an expression of fear. People fear they won't get what they want. The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved, and they will open up like a flower.

M. Gustave: [to Mme. Celine's corpse] You're looking so well, darling, you really are... they've done a marvelous job. I don't know what sort of cream they've put on you down at the morgue, but... I want some.

M. Gustave: [[Barbarian|barbaric; [slaughterhouse; [human] You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this ] ] that was once known as ]ity. Indeed that's what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant... oh, fuck it.

M. Gustave: [[Secrecy|secrets] What is a lobby boy? A lobby boy is completely invisible, yet always in sight. A lobby boy remembers what people hate. A lobby boy anticipates the client's needs before the needs are needed. A lobby boy is, above all, discreet to a fault. Our guests know that their deepest ], some of which are frankly rather unseemly, will go with us to our graves. So keep your mouth shut, Zero.

Lord Voldemort: [Bellatrix gags in disgust] To those of you who do not know. We are joined tonight by Ms. Charity Burbage, who until recently, taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her specialty was Muggle Studies. It is Ms. Burbage's belief that Muggles are not so different from us. She would, given her way, have us mate with them. To her, the mixture of magical and Muggle blood is not an abomination, but something to be encouraged.

Lord Voldemort: As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.

Lord Voldemort: Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet?!

Lord Voldemort: [pause] Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived...come to die. Avada Kedavra!

Lord Voldemort: [whispering to all of Hogwarts] You have fought valiantly, but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you, rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest, and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman, and child who tries to conceal you from me.

Lord Voldemort: [to Nagini] Come, Nagini. I need to keep you safe.

Lord Voldemort: [watching as Hogwarts is protected by spells] They never learn. Such a pity.

Lord Voldemort: [whispering to all of Hogwarts] I know that many of you will want to fight. Some of you may even think that to fight is wise. But this is folly. Give me Harry Potter. Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have one hour.

Lord Voldemort: [to Nagini, speaking in Parseltongue] The boy has discovered our secret, Nagini. It makes us vulnerable. We must deploy all our forces now to find him. And you, my friend, must stay close.

Lord Voldemort: [as he fires the Killing Curse at the tombstone; shouting] Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter! I want you to look at me when I kill you! I WANT TO SEE THE LIGHT LEAVE YOUR EYES!

Lord Voldemort: [leans down to meet Harry's eyes; Harry groans] I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight, if they speak of you, they'll speak only of how you begged for death... and I, being a merciful Lord, obliged. Get up!

Lord Voldemort: [as he roughly releases the scythe; Harry gets his wand; he bows, Harry does not; uses a curse to make Harry bow; Harry writhes on the grass in pain; the curse is lifted] Pick up your wand, Potter! I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up! You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other. Come on now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, BOW! That's better, and now: Crucio! Crucio! Attaboy, Harry! Your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy Muggle mother!

Lord Voldemort: [He places his finger on Harry's forehead lightning bolt scar, and Harry immediately screams out in agony, to Voldemort's cruel delight] Harry. Oh, I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days. The Boy-Who-Lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry! Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, shall I? It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed. I CAN TOUCH YOU... NOW! Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?

Lord Voldemort: [orders Wormtail to kill Cedric Diggory] Kill the spare.

Lord Voldemort: Nagini tells me the old Muggle caretaker is standing just outside the door. Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting. AVADA KEDAVRA!

Dr. Ian Kelson: [Spike: I love her.; Isla: So much.] There are many kinds of death. And some are better than others. The best are peaceful, where we leave each other in love. You love your mother. And Isla, you love Spike. Memento Amoris. Remember you must love.

Dr. Ian Kelson: [observing Erik's skull] Alas, poor Erik.

Dr. Ian Kelson: Don't worry, no, it's-- It's not precious in that way. The structure is solid, but the bones will fall apart due to time or the elements or Spike's hand. The memento mori is... is actualized.

Dr. Ian Kelson: There were so many dead -- infected and non-infected alike. Because they are alike. Every skull is a set of thoughts. These sockets saw and these jaws spoke and swallowed. This is a monument to them. A temple.

Dr. Ian Kelson: Morphine, Xylazine. It's extremely fast-acting!