Tom HardyQuotes

Handsome Bob: [''in a seductive voice''] Is that you, Bertie?

Bertie: What's happening about that drink?

Handsome Bob: What's happening about that paperwork?

Bertie: Well I'm busy tonight. Monday looks good. I'll leave the papers at my reception under your name. I'll text you the address.

Handsome Bob: [''hangs up''; ''he and mumbles laugh''] Well, I'll pop round in a jiffy and I'll see you on Monday. Raaawwwwrrrr.

One Two: You are scary good at that.

Handsome Bob: Aw, do you miss it?

One Two: Hey, shut up, Bob or I'll slap you. All right, let's go pick up the paperwork from your boyfriend and drop me off on the way, huh? I'm going back to bed.

Handsome Bob: [''One Two slaps Bob and he and Mumbles laugh''] Can I come?

Mumbles: See that man sitting on the sofa?

Handsome Bob: What, the queen that's screwing me up?

Mumbles: Yeah.

Handsome Bob: It's a bit hard to miss him, isn't it?

Mumbles: Well do me a favor, go over there and chat him up, will ya?

Handsome Bob: Fuck off! Who do you think I am?

Mumbles: No, well, he's a big time lawyer. I reckons he knows about an informer in our part of town. Now you were facing a five stretcher, I figured you might be interested. Yeah?

Handsome Bob: [''walks over to the man''] Mhmm....

Fred: There's no way you're gonna get a five, you understand that, Bob? They've got nothing on you, son.

Handsome Bob: What are you talking about? Fred, they've got grass. They've got an informer. They've got a rat with a roach smoking a canary. They've got more information than the fucking Internet.

Clarkie: Where the fuck is Gene?

Terry: I don't know, mate. Ask me one on sport.

Ricki Tarr: Mr Guillam, I'm sorry I was out for so long.

George Smiley: Ricki's been helping us, Peter! He's been telling us all about his adventures.

Peter Guillam: [turns on Tarr.] He's a double, George! There is no mole! Irina's been locked up by Moscow! I stole that, because of you! I spied on my own, because of him! Do you know how that makes me feel?

Ricki Tarr: Ha! That's it, Percy, you keep stalling! I tell you, Ben, we've got some really lousy people in this outfit, I wouldn't trust a fucking one of them!

Ricki Tarr: Everything the Circus thinks is gold is shit, made in Moscow.

Ricki Tarr: She told me she had a secret, the mother of all secrets...

Collins: [Being chased by a Luftwaffe fighter] He's on me!

Farrier: I'm on him.

Eddie Brock / Venom: You have got to get control of your aggression, or you will be pulled down into Area 51! You live in my body, you live by my rules!

John Fitzgerald: We all know what happened out there.

Hugh Glass: You killed my boy, you bastard.

John Fitzgerald: Or maybe you shoulda raised a man... instead of some girly little bitch.

Andrew Henry: What happened?

John Fitzgerald: We did what we had to do. He was buried right.

John Fitzgerald: You're forgetting your place, boy.

Hugh Glass: As far as I can tell, my place is right here on the smart end of this rifle.

Imperator Furiosa: Hey, what's your name? What do I call you?

Max Rockatansky: Does it matter?

Furiosa: Fine. When I yell "fool," you drive out of here as fast as you can.

John Blake: So, all those men locked up for eight years in Blackgate and denied parole under the Dent Act, based on a lie?

Jim Gordon: Gotham needed a hero.

Blake: It needs it now more than ever. You betrayed everything you stood for.

Gordon: There's a point, John, far out there, when the structures fail you. When the rules aren't weapons anymore, they're shackles, letting the bad guy get ahead. One day, you may face such a moment of crisis, and in that moment I hope you have a friend like I did, to plunge their hands into the filth, so that you can keep yours clean!

Blake: Your hands look plenty filthy to me, Commissioner.

Bane: We take Gotham from the corrupt!

Bane: [holds picture of Dent] Behind you stands a symbol of oppression: Blackgate Prison, where a thousand men have languished under the name of this man, Harvey Dent, who has been held up to you as the shining example of justice!

John Blake: Commissioner, we need to keep you moving until we can get you in front of a camera.

Bane: [tears up picture; prisoners roar with approval] You have been supplied with a false idol to stop you tearing down this corrupt city! Let me tell you the truth about Harvey Dent- from the words of Gotham's police commissioner, James Gordon. {{mono|"The Batman didn't murder Harvey Dent. He saved my boy, then took the blame for Harvey's appalling crimes so I could, to my shame, build a lie around this fallen idol. I praised a madman who tried to murder my own child. But I can no longer live with my lie. It is time to trust the people of Gotham with the truth, and it is time for me to resign."}} And do you accept this man's resignation? And do you accept the resignation of all of these liars?! Of all the corrupt?!

Bruce Wayne: Why didn't you just kill me?

Bane: You don't fear death. You welcome it. Your punishment must be more severe.

Bruce: Torture?

Bane: Yes, but not of your body. Of your soul.

Bruce: Where am I?

Bane: Home! Where I learned the truth about despair, as will you. There's a reason why this prison is the worst hell on earth: hope. Every man who has rotted here over the centuries has looked up to the light and imagined climbing to freedom. So easy. So simple. And like shipwrecked men turning to sea water from uncontrollable thirst, many have died trying. I learned here that there can be no true despair without hope. So, as I terrorize Gotham, I will feed its people hope to poison their souls. I will let them believe they can survive so that you can watch them clambering over each other to stay in the sun. You can watch me torture an entire city, and when you have truly understood the depth of your failure, we will fulfill Ra's al Ghul's destiny. We will destroy Gotham and then, when it is done, and Gotham is ashes, then you have my permission to die!

Selina Kyle: I had to find a way to keep them from killing me.

Batman: You made a serious mistake.

The Riddler: Ah, not as serious as yours, I fear.

Batman: Bane?

Bane: Let's not stand on ceremony here, Mr. Wayne.

Bane: Peace has cost you your strength. Victory has defeated you.

John Daggett: What the hell is going on?

Bane: Our plan is proceeding as expected.

Daggett: Oh, really? Do I look like I'm running Wayne Enterprises right now? Your hit on the stock exchange, it didn't work, my friend, and now you have my construction crews going around the city at 24 hours a day. How exactly is that supposed to help my company absorb Wayne's?

Bane: [to Stryver] Leave us.

Daggett: No. Stay here. I'm in charge.

Bane: [reaching for Daggett's neck; Stryver exits] Do you feel in charge?

Daggett: I've paid you a small fortune!

Bane: And this gives you power over me?

Daggett: What is this?

Bane: Your money and infrastructure have been important until now.

Daggett: What are you?

Bane: I'm Gotham's reckoning, here to end the borrowed time you've all been living on.

The Daggett: You're pure evil!

Bane: I'm necessary evil.

CIA agent: At least you can talk. Who are you?

Prisoner: It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is our plan.

Bane: No one cared who I was until I put on the mask.

CIA agent: If I pull that off, will you die?

Bane: It would be extremely painful...

CIA agent: You're a big guy.

Bane: ...for you.

CIA agent: Was getting caught part of your plan?

Bane: Of course! Dr. Pavel refused our offer in favor of yours. We had to find out what he told you.

Dr. Pavel: Nothing! I said nothing!

CIA agent: Congratulations! You got yourself caught. Now what's the next step of your master plan?

Bane: Crashing this plane... WITH NO SURVIVORS!

Bane: We both know I have to kill you now. I suppose you'll just have to imagine the fire.

Bane: [one of Bane's captured Tumbler Cannons blows a hole in the prison's gates, allowing his followers inside] We take Gotham from the corrupt, the rich, the oppressors of generations who have kept you down with myths of opportunity, and we give it back to you, the people. Today, we turn myth to reward! We turn the water into wine and implore you drink deep of the cup. Gotham is yours. None shall interfere; do as you please. But start by storming Blackgate and freeing the oppressed! Step forward, those who would serve, for an army will be raised. The powerful will be ripped from their decadent nests, and cast out into the cold world that we know and endure. Courts will be convened. Spoils will be enjoyed! Blood will be shed! The police will survive, as they learn to serve true justice. This great city, it will endure. Gotham will survive.

Bane: Speak of the devil and he shall appear!

Bane: Oh, you think darkness is your ally, but you merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a man. By then, it was nothing to me but blinding! The shadows betray you, because they belong to me!

Bane: Calm down, doctor! Now is not the time for fear. That comes later.

Eddie Brock / Venom: I won't forget you, buddy.

Eddie Brock / Venom: Alright. Come and get us.

Eddie Brock / Venom: Why do you keep knocking people out? What is wrong with you?!

Eddie Brock / Venom: ['''Venom Symbiote''': What's next, Thelma?] Well, Louise... I'm not sure 20 bucks is gonna get us much in the way of motor transport. And I'm not ever riding in an alien horse again, so I guess it looks like we're stealing cars.

Eddie Brock / Venom: Yeah. Yeah, great. Great. So now, we have the cops, the United States Army, and some creature from hell hunting us! Oh, God, I just saw blood mist spray out of the back of an alien's face!

Eddie Brock / Venom: Now we actually are on the run, for something we did do, and I got stuck with the superhero who can't fly.

Eddie Brock / Venom: [[Spider-Man: No Way Home|I'll tell you what, man -- aliens... they do not love stones. ''['''Venom Symbiote''': Eddie! Don't start...] No, no, do not love stones. You know what they love? They love eating brains! Because that's what they do.

Arthur: You couldn't have peed before you went under?

Yusuf: Sorry.

Eames: A bit too much free champagne before takeoff, eh, Yusuf?

Yusuf: [deadpan] Ha ha bloody-ha.

Cobb: Well, we know he's going to be looking for a taxi in this weather.

Arthur: So, once we've made the plant, how do we get out? I'm hoping you have something more elegant in mind than shooting me in the head?

Cobb: A kick.

Ariadne: What's a kick?

Eames: [kicks Arthur's chair; Arthur flails but manages to right himself] This, Ariadne, would be a kick.

Cobb: It's that feeling of falling you get that jolts you awake. It snaps you out of the dream.

Eames: On the top level, we open up his relationship with his father. Say, "I will not follow in my father's footsteps". Then, the next level down, we feed him "I will create something for myself". Then, by the time we hit the bottom level, we bring out the big guns:

Cobb: My father doesn't want me to be him.

Eames: Exactly.

Eames: Your condescension, as always, is much appreciated, Arthur.

Eames: [In a firefight; Arthur is defending with an assault rifle; hefts a huge grenade launcher] You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.