Tobey MaguireQuotes

Paul Hood: I've been thinking, Francis. You are one drug-addled, elitist freak. And when the revolution comes I do not want to be lined up with you and shot because you're fucking ripe for political reeducation. You know, like in the fields.

Francis Davenport: Let me enlighten you about something here. You and I exist on opposite sides of a great existential divide, that being your pathetic virginity on the one hand and my astonishing number of sexual conquests on the other. You're simply jealous.

Paul Hood: [voiceover] When you think about it, it's not easy to keep from just wandering out of life. It's like someone's always leaving the door open to the next world, and if you aren't paying attention you could just walk through it, and then you've died. That's why in your dreams it's like you're standing in that doorway... and the dying people and the newborn people pass by you... and brush up against you as they come in and out of the world during the night. You get spun around, and in the morning... it takes a while to find your way back into the world.

Paul Hood: [voiceover] To find yourself in the negative zone, as the Fantastic Four often do, means all every day assumptions are inverted. Even the invisible girl herself becomes visible and so she loses the last semblance of her power. It seems to me that everyone exists partially on a negative zone level, some people more than others. In your life, it's kind of like you dip in and out of it, a place where things don't quite work out the way they should. But for some people, the negative zone tempts them. And they end up going in, going in all the way.

Paul Hood: [voiceover] In issue 141 of the Fantastic Four, published in November, 1973, Reed Richards had to use his anti-matter weapon on his own son, who Aannihilus has turn into the Human Atom Bomb. It was a typical predicament for the Fantastic Four, because they weren't like other superheroes. They were more like a family. And the more power they had, the more harm they could do to each other without even knowing it. That was the meaning of the Fantastic Four: that a family is like your own personal anti-matter. Your family is the void you emerge from, and the place you return to when you die. And that's the paradox - the closer you're drawn back in, the deeper into the void you go.

James Leer: You're mad at me, aren't you? You're mad because I shot your girlfriend's dog.

Grady Tripp: [looking at James] It wasn't her dog, it was her husband's... Who said anything about a girlfriend?

Grady Tripp: Okay, James, I wish you hadn't shot my girlfriends dog. Even though Poe and I were not exactly what you'd call simpatico, that's no reason he should've taken two in the chest.

Grady Tripp: What do we have here? This looks like... that's our old friend Mr. Codeine. That should take the old pinch out of the ankle. Want one?

James Leer: No, thanks. I'm fine without them.

Grady Tripp: Right. That's why you were standing in the chancellor's backyard spinning that "cap gun" of yours. You're fine. Yeah, you're just as fit as a fuckin fiddle.

James Leer: Now, that is a big trunk. It holds a tuba, a suitcase, a dead dog, and a garment bag almost perfectly.

Grady Tripp: That's just what they used to say in the ads.

James Leer: Professor Tripp? Can I ask you a question?

Grady Tripp: Yeah, James.

James Leer: What are we going to do with... it?

Grady Tripp: I don't know. I'm still trying to figure out how to tell the Chancellor I murdered her husband's dog.

James Leer: You?

Grady Tripp: Trust me, James, when the family pet's been assassinated, the owner doesn't want to hear one of her students was the trigger man.

James Leer: Does she want to hear it was one of her professors?

Grady Tripp: ...I've got tenure.

James Leer: It's just... for good luck. Some people carry rabbits feet...

Grady Tripp: ...You carry firearms.

Red Pollard: [[horse] You know, everyone thinks we got this broken down ] and fixed him, but we didn't. He fixed us. Every one of us. And I guess in a way, we fixed each other, too.

Homer Wells: You're having sex with your own daughter.

Arthur Rose: Ain't nobody havin sex with my daughter! Let me just tell you that!

Homer Wells: You're lying. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? What do you care who hears? I mean, come on. They know already, don't they? They know Mr. Rose.

Arthur Rose: And you know what your business is, boy! I know you don't wanna be in no kind of business with me! That's what I know.

Homer Wells: Yeah? Go on. Cut my clothes. I've got other clothes.

Arthur Rose: You gonna come here talkin to me about lies and shame? Those people took you in, and that boy Wally is away at war!

Homer Wells: Yeah, well she's your daughter!

Arthur Rose: And I love her! Ain't never gonna do nothin to harm her.

Homer Wells: She's pregnant, you know that? She's pregnant.

Arthur Rose: Hey, nothin', man. You just go in the house. This ain't none of your concern.

Homer Wells: Just listen to me...

Arthur Rose: You are forgettin yourself now. This is my daughter! Now, I believe ya have your own mess ya gotta deal with.

Rose Rose: [Struggling to get free from her father] I wanna get...

Arthur Rose: Ain't that right, Homer? Ain't that right, Homer? My daughter done told ya and I done told ya. This ain't your business. This ain't none of your business! Ya even know what your business is, Homer? Do ya! Come on, man! What is your business?

Homer Wells: I'm in the doctor business. I can help. That's all I'm saying. I can help.

Homer Wells: Just tell me. I'll do whatever you wanna do.

Candy Kendall: Nothing.

Homer Wells: Isn't that like waiting and seeing?

Candy Kendall: No. Nothing's nothing. I want Wally to come home. I'm afraid to see him too.

Homer Wells: I know.

Candy Kendall: Oh, don't do that, Homer.

Candy Kendall: I just want to sit here and do nothing.

Homer Wells: To do nothing. It's a great idea, really. Maybe if I just wait and see long enough, then I won't have to do anything or decide anything, you know? I mean, maybe if I'm lucky enough, someone else will decide and choose and do things for me.

Candy Kendall: What are you talking about?

Homer Wells: But then again, maybe I won't be that lucky. And it's not my fault. It's not your fault. And that's just it. Someone's gonna get hurt, and it's no one's fault.

Candy Kendall: I don't want to talk about this.

Homer Wells: If we just sit here and, we wait and see a little longer, then maybe you won't to choose, and I won't have to do anything!

Candy Kendall: What do you want from me? Wally's been shot down. He's paralyzed. What do you want me to do?

Homer Wells: Nothing. I'm sorry. You're not the one who has to do anything.

Candy Kendall: He volunteered. Jesus. Nobody volunteers for the Burma run. He said so himself. He just leaves me here. What does he want? He wants me to wait for him? Oh, God he knows me. He knows I'm not good at being alone. This was right. I know this was right.

Homer Wells: You're right. This was right.

Candy Kendall: Yeah.

Nurse Angela: [looking at an X-Ray] Do you know what this is?

Homer Wells: Oh, that's my heart.

Nurse Angela: No, actually, it's Fuzzy's. There's nothing wrong with your heart.

Nurse Edna: Dr. Larch wanted to keep you out of the war. That's why he told you it was yours.

Nurse Angela: He was worried about his own heart. He said it would never stand up to Homer Wells going off to war.

Homer Wells: [voiceover] Dear Dr. Larch. Thank you for your doctor's bag, although it seems that I will not have the occasion to use it, barring some emergency, of course. I am not a doctor. With all due respect to your profession, I'm enjoying my life here. I'm enjoying being a lobsterman and orchardman. In fact, I've never enjoyed myself as much. The truth is, I want to stay here. I believe I'm being of some use.

Dr. Wilbur Larch: [voiceover] My Dear Homer: I thought you were over you adolescence - the first time in our lives when we imagine we have something terrible to hide from those who love us. Do you think it's not obvious to us what's happened to you? You've fallen in love, haven't you? By the way, whatever you're up to can't be too good for your heart. Then again, it's the sort of condition that could be made worse by worrying about it, so don't worry about it.

Homer Wells: Dear Dr. Larch, What I'm learning her may not be as important as what I learned from you, but everything is new to me. Yesterday, I learned how to poison mice. Field mice girdle an apple tree; pine mice kill the roots. You use poison oats and poison corn. I know what you have to do. You have to play God. Well, killing mice is as close as I want to come to playing God.

Dr. Wilbur Larch: Homer, here in St. Cloud's, I have been given the opportunity of playing God or leaving practically everything up to chance. Men and women of conscience should sieze those moments when it's possible to play God. There won't be many. Do I interfere when absolutely helpless women tell me they simply can't have an abortion - that they simply must go through with having another and yet another orphan? I do not. I do not even recommend. I just give them what they want. You are my work of art, Homer. Everything else has been just a job. I don't know if you have a work of art in you, but I know what your job is: you're a doctor.

Homer Wells: I'm not a doctor.

Dr. Wilbur Larch: You're going to replace me, Homer. The board of trustees is looking for my replacement.

Homer Wells: I can't replace you. I'm sorry.

Dr. Wilbur Larch: [Speaking to the nurse] Sorry"? I'm not sorry. Not for anything I've done. I'm not even sorry that I love you. I think we may have lost him to the world.

Homer Wells: I've never actually seen a lobster.

Candy Kendall: Are you serious?

Homer Wells: I've never seen the ocean either.

Wally Worthington: You've never seen the ocean? That's not funny, that's serious.

Homer Wells: [giving back an X-ray that Dr. Larch gave to him] I don't need this. I know about my condition.

Dr. Wilbur Larch: It's your heart. You ought to take it with you.

Homer Wells: Uh, nobody's named this one yet.

Dr. Wilbur Larch: Oh, it's my turn. Henceforth, you shall be Little Dorrit.

Homer Wells: Oh, you don't like that, do you? He's a boy, that's why.

Dr. Wilbur Larch: Can't a boy be Dorrit?

Homer Wells: I don't think so.

Dr. Wilbur Larch: You do it.

Homer Wells: OK. Henceforth, you shall be Little Wilbur.

Dr. Wilbur Larch: I'm not crazy about the "Little".

Homer Wells: OK, just Wilbur then.

Buster: [digging grave of botched abortion victim] What did she die of?

Dr. Wilbur Larch: She died of secrecy. She died of... ignorance. Homer, did you expect to be responsible for their children, you have to give them the right to decide whether or not to have children. Wouldn't you agree?

Homer Wells: I'm not excepting people to be responsible enough to control themselves to begin with.

Homer Wells: They wanted a girl, Curly.

Curly: Nobody ever wants me.

Homer Wells: Oh, hey. Hey, come on. Come here. You know, you're one of the best, Curly, and we wouldn't let just anyone take you.

Curly: Dr. Larch wouldn't let just anyone take any of us.

Homer Wells: Well, that's true.

Curly: Nobody's asked for me, have they?

Homer Wells: Nobody special enough, Curly.

Curly: You mean somebody has?

Homer Wells: Only the right people can have you. Now what do you say we go unpack your suitcase?

Homer Wells: Good night, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.

Homer Wells: I'm not a doctor. I haven't been to medical school; I haven't even been to high school.

Homer Wells: I've looked at so many women. I've seen everything, and felt nothing. But when I look at you, it hurts.

David's Mom: [[life] When your father was here, I used to think, "This was it." This is the way it was always going to be. I had the right house. I had the right car. I had the right ].

David: There is no right house. There is no right car.

David's Mom: [[God] ], my face must be a mess.

David: It looks great.

David's Mom: Honey, it's really sweet of you, but I'm sure it does not look "great.

David: Sure it does. Come here.

David's Mom: I'm 40 years old. I mean, it's not supposed to be like this.

David: It's not supposed to be anything. Hold still.

David's Mom: How'd you get so smart all of a sudden?

David: [pause; [good; [day] I had a ] ].

George Parker: [[Present|now] So what's going to happen ]?

Betty Parker: I don't know. Do you know what's going to happen now?

George Parker: [laughing; scene pans from George's face to Betty's, and then back to where George just was — to reveal Bill Johnson] No ...I don't!

Bill Johnson: I guess I don't either.

David/Bud: What's going on?

Jennifer/Mary Sue: I'm not sure. Um… They wanna ask you a question... I didn't know how to handle it. So....

David/Bud: [to the others] Sure. How you doin'? You wanted to ask me something?

Tommy: [[fire] How'd you know about the ]?

David/Bud: What?

Tommy: How'd you know how to put it out and all?

David/Bud: Oh. Well — where I used to live, that's just what firemen did.

Tommy: And where's that?

David/Bud: Um... Outside of Pleasantville.

Tommy: Well, what's outside of Pleasantville?

David/Bud: Look it doesn't matter. It's not important.

Tommy: What's outside of Pleasantville?

David/Bud: It's really not important.

Margaret: What's outside of Pleasantville?

David/Bud: [[circle] There are some places … that the road doesn't go in a ]. There are some places where the road keeps going.

Margaret: Keeps going?

David/Bud: Yeah, yeah — it just keeps going — it all keeps going. Roads and rivers and …

Will: Like the "Mighty Mississippi.

David: What?

David/Bud: [to Jennifer/Mary Sue; [books] I thought the ] were blank?

Will: They were.

Jennifer/Mary Sue: Okay, this was NOT my fault. When they asked me what it was about I didn't remember because I read it like back in tenth grade. When I told them what I did remember, thats when the pages filled in.

David/Bud: The pages filled in?

Jennifer/Mary Sue: But like only up to the part with the raft, because that's as far as I read.

Tommy: Do you know how it ends?

David/Bud: Yeah… I do.

Margaret: So how does it end?

David/Bud: [[Freedom|free; The pages fill in by themselves, completing the book; [God] Well, um — okay, let's see…. they were running away — Huck and — and the slave.... they … they were going up the river, trying to get ]…. and — in trying to get free … they see that they're sort of free already…. Oh my ].

Duke: [gets in the backseat] There's one thing you should probably understand. CAN YOU HEAR ME? GOOD! I want you to have all the background. This is a very ominous assignment - with overtones of extreme personal danger. I'm a Doctor of Journalism, man! This is important, goddamnit! This is a true story!...

Gonzo: GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY FUCKIN NECK!

Narrator: Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?

Duke: I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my attorney. He's not just some dingbat I found on the strip, man. He's a foreigner. I think he's probably Samoan. But doesn't matter though, does it? Are you prejudiced?

Hitchhiker: Hell no.

Duke: I didn't think so. Because in spite of his race, this man is extremely valuable to me. Oh shit! I forgot about the beer! You want some?

Hitchhiker: No.

Duke: How bout some ether?

Hitchhiker: What?

Duke: Nevermind. Alright, let's get right to the heart of this thing.