Last Tango in Paris
Jeanne: Growing old is a crime.
A capital offense in fact.
Tom: We're in a film. We're in a film. If I kiss you - it might be cinema. If I stroke your hair - it might be cinema.
In fact, it was.
Jeanne: I don't know what to call you.
Paul: I don't have a name.
Jeanne: Do you want to know mine?
Paul: No, no! I don't! I don't want to know your name. You don't have a name and I don't have a name either. No names here. Not one name.
Jeanne: You're crazy!
Really, suppose that he was?
Jeanne: The Colonel had green eyes and shiny boots. I worshipped him. He was so handsome in his uniform.
Paul: What a steaming pile of horseshit.
Jeanne: What? I forbid you!
Paul: All uniforms are bullshit. Everything outside this place is bullshit.
And then, one day, it wasn't. His last day on Earth as I recall.
Jeanne: You have been had!
Paul: Really?
Jeanne: [mocking Paul] I don't wanna know anything about your past, baby!
Paul: You think I was telling you the truth?
That's always the tricky part, of course.
Here too.
Paul: [alone at his dead wife's bedside during her wake] Even if the husband lives 200 fucking years he's never going to be able to discover his wife's real nature. I mean, I - I might be able to comprehend the universe, but I'll never discover the truth about you. Never. I mean, who the hell were you?
He might ask himself the same question, of course.
Quote of the day
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Death
“The meaning of life is that it stops.” Franz Kafka
Let's make of that what we will. While we still have the time.
“No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.” Martin Luther King Jr.
Nothing, let's say.
“Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.” Helen Keller
Or not, of course.
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” Will Rogers
Oblivion it is then.
“Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I have a call.” Sylvia Plath
More to the point, I'm figuring, she walked the talk.
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia.
Let's count them to be sure.
“The meaning of life is that it stops.” Franz Kafka
Let's make of that what we will. While we still have the time.
“No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.” Martin Luther King Jr.
Nothing, let's say.
“Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.” Helen Keller
Or not, of course.
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” Will Rogers
Oblivion it is then.
“Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I have a call.” Sylvia Plath
More to the point, I'm figuring, she walked the talk.
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia.
Let's count them to be sure.
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Cape Fear
Max Cady: I ain't no white trash piece of shit. I'm better than you all! I can out-learn you. I can out-read you. I can out-think you. And I can out-philosophize you. And I'm gonna outlast you. You think a couple whacks to my guts is gonna get me down? It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than that, Counselor, to prove you're better than me!
If Only Cady had read Kant, right?
Max Cady: "I am like God, and God like me. I am as large as God, He is as small as I. He cannot above me, nor I beneath Him be." Silesius, 17th Century.
And that explains what exactly?
Max Cady: I'm Virgil and I'm guidin' you through the gates of Hell. We are now in the Ninth Circle, the Circle of Traitors. Traitors to country! Traitors to fellow man! Traitors to GOD! You, sir, are charged with betrayin' the principles of all three! Quote for me the American Bar Association's Rules of Professional Conduct, Canon Seven.
Sam Bowden: "A lawyer should represent his client... "
Max Cady: "Should ZEALOUSLY represent his client within the bounds of the law." I find you guilty, counselor! Guilty of betrayin' your fellow man! Guilty of betrayin' your country and abrogatin' your oath! Guilty of judgin' me and sellin' me out! With the power vested in me by the kingdom of God, I sentence you to the Ninth Circle of Hell! Now you will learn about loss! Loss of freedom! Loss of humanity! Now you and I will truly be the same...
And if he's a sociopath, he actually means it.
Max Cady: Every man...every man has to go through hell to reach paradise.
Either that or has to put others through hell. The infidels, for example.
[first lines]
Danielle: My reminiscence. I always thought that for such a lovely river the name is mystifying: "Cape Fear". When the only thing to fear on those enchanted summer nights was that the magic would end and real life would come crashing in.
Next up: Cape Oblivion.
Prison Guard: What about your books?
Max Cady: Already read 'em.
You know the ones.
Max Cady: I ain't no white trash piece of shit. I'm better than you all! I can out-learn you. I can out-read you. I can out-think you. And I can out-philosophize you. And I'm gonna outlast you. You think a couple whacks to my guts is gonna get me down? It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than that, Counselor, to prove you're better than me!
If Only Cady had read Kant, right?
Max Cady: "I am like God, and God like me. I am as large as God, He is as small as I. He cannot above me, nor I beneath Him be." Silesius, 17th Century.
And that explains what exactly?
Max Cady: I'm Virgil and I'm guidin' you through the gates of Hell. We are now in the Ninth Circle, the Circle of Traitors. Traitors to country! Traitors to fellow man! Traitors to GOD! You, sir, are charged with betrayin' the principles of all three! Quote for me the American Bar Association's Rules of Professional Conduct, Canon Seven.
Sam Bowden: "A lawyer should represent his client... "
Max Cady: "Should ZEALOUSLY represent his client within the bounds of the law." I find you guilty, counselor! Guilty of betrayin' your fellow man! Guilty of betrayin' your country and abrogatin' your oath! Guilty of judgin' me and sellin' me out! With the power vested in me by the kingdom of God, I sentence you to the Ninth Circle of Hell! Now you will learn about loss! Loss of freedom! Loss of humanity! Now you and I will truly be the same...
And if he's a sociopath, he actually means it.
Max Cady: Every man...every man has to go through hell to reach paradise.
Either that or has to put others through hell. The infidels, for example.
[first lines]
Danielle: My reminiscence. I always thought that for such a lovely river the name is mystifying: "Cape Fear". When the only thing to fear on those enchanted summer nights was that the magic would end and real life would come crashing in.
Next up: Cape Oblivion.
Prison Guard: What about your books?
Max Cady: Already read 'em.
You know the ones.
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Philosophy
“The evil that is in the world almost always comes from ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.” Albert Camus
Could that possibly explain...everything?
“But the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.” Carl Sagan
Could that possibly explain...everything?
“Take it easy, but take it.” Woody Guthrie
Then don't get caught.
“The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments.” Friedrich Nietzsche
For example: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=P ... SjDNeMaRoX
“If you're trapped in the dream of the Other, you're fucked.” Gilles Deleuze
That ever happen to you?
“The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.” Leon Trotsky
Like just believing in it hasn't almost always worked.
“The evil that is in the world almost always comes from ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.” Albert Camus
Could that possibly explain...everything?
“But the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.” Carl Sagan
Could that possibly explain...everything?
“Take it easy, but take it.” Woody Guthrie
Then don't get caught.
“The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments.” Friedrich Nietzsche
For example: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=P ... SjDNeMaRoX
“If you're trapped in the dream of the Other, you're fucked.” Gilles Deleuze
That ever happen to you?
“The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.” Leon Trotsky
Like just believing in it hasn't almost always worked.
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The Social Network
Sean Parker: You think you know me, don't you?
Eduardo Saverin: I've read enough.
Sean Parker: You know how much I've read about you?
[whispers]
Sean Parker: Nothing.
Touché. And then some.
[first lines]
Mark Zuckerberg: Did you know there are more people with genius IQs living in China than there are people of any kind living in the United States?
Erica Albright: That can't possibly be true.
Mark Zuckerberg: It is.
Erica Albright: What would account for that?
Mark Zuckerberg: Well first, an awful lot of people live in China. But, here's my question: how do you distinguish yourself in a population of people who all got 1600 on their SATs?
Erica Albright: I didn't know they take SATs in China.
Mark Zuckerberg: They don't. I wasn't talking about China anymore, I was talking about me.
Him and Elon Musk?
Mark Zuckerberg: Your date looks so familiar to me.
Sean Parker: She looks familiar to a lot of people.
Mark Zuckerberg: What do you mean?
Sean Parker: A Stanford MBA named Roy Raymond wants to buy his wife some lingerie but he's too embarrassed to shop for it at a department store. He comes up with an idea for a high end place that doesn't make you feel like a pervert. He gets a $40,000 bank loan, borrows another $40,000 from his in-laws, opens a store, and calls it Victoria's Secret. Makes a half million dollars his first year. He starts a catalog, opens three more stores and after five years he sells the company to Leslie Wexner and the Limited for four million dollars. Happy ending, right? Except two years later, the company's worth 500 million dollars and Roy Raymond jumps off the Golden Gate Bridge. Poor guy just wanted to buy his wife a pair of thigh-highs.
Of course, that 4 million dollars would have been more than enough for most of us.
Erica Albright: You called me a bitch on the Internet, Mark.
Mark Zuckerberg: That's why I wanted to talk to you.
Erica Albright: On the Internet.
Mark Zuckerberg: That's why I came over.
Erica Albright: Comparing women to farm animals.
Mark Zuckerberg: I didn't end up doing that.
Erica Albright: It didn't stop you from writing it. As if every thought that tumbles through your head was so clever it would be a crime for it not to be shared. The Internet's not written in pencil, Mark, it's written in ink. And you published that Erica Albright was a bitch, right before you made some ignorant crack about my family's name, my bra size, and then rated women based on their hotness.
Reggie: Erica, is there a problem?
Erica Albright: [Turning to talk to Reggie] No, there's no problem.
Erica Albright: [Turning back to face Mark] You write your snide bullshit from a dark room because that's what the angry do nowadays. I was nice to you, don't torture me for it.
Mark Zuckerberg: If we could just go somewhere for a minute.
Erica Albright: I don't want to be rude to my friends.
Mark Zuckerberg: Okay.
Erica Albright: Okay.
[pauses for a moment]
Erica Albright: Good luck with your video-game.
The internet's written in ink?
No, seriously, what are these words written in?
Marylin Delpy: What are you doing?
Mark Zuckerberg: Checking in to see how it's going in Bosnia.
Marylin Delpy: Bosnia. They don't have roads, but they have Facebook.
[Mark says nothing]
Marylin Delpy: You must really hate the Winklevosses.
Mark Zuckerberg: I don't hate anybody. The "Winklevii" aren't suing me for intellectual property theft. They're suing me because for the first time in their lives, things didn't go exactly the way they were supposed to for them.
Mark Zuckerberg: working class hero!
Divya Narendra: Everybody on campus was using it. "Facebook me" was the common expression after two weeks. And Mark was the biggest thing on a campus that included 19 Nobel laureates, 15 Pulitzer prize winners, 2 future Olympians and a movie star.
Sy: Who's the movie star?
Divya Narendra: Does it matter?
Natalie Portman?
Sean Parker: You think you know me, don't you?
Eduardo Saverin: I've read enough.
Sean Parker: You know how much I've read about you?
[whispers]
Sean Parker: Nothing.
Touché. And then some.
[first lines]
Mark Zuckerberg: Did you know there are more people with genius IQs living in China than there are people of any kind living in the United States?
Erica Albright: That can't possibly be true.
Mark Zuckerberg: It is.
Erica Albright: What would account for that?
Mark Zuckerberg: Well first, an awful lot of people live in China. But, here's my question: how do you distinguish yourself in a population of people who all got 1600 on their SATs?
Erica Albright: I didn't know they take SATs in China.
Mark Zuckerberg: They don't. I wasn't talking about China anymore, I was talking about me.
Him and Elon Musk?
Mark Zuckerberg: Your date looks so familiar to me.
Sean Parker: She looks familiar to a lot of people.
Mark Zuckerberg: What do you mean?
Sean Parker: A Stanford MBA named Roy Raymond wants to buy his wife some lingerie but he's too embarrassed to shop for it at a department store. He comes up with an idea for a high end place that doesn't make you feel like a pervert. He gets a $40,000 bank loan, borrows another $40,000 from his in-laws, opens a store, and calls it Victoria's Secret. Makes a half million dollars his first year. He starts a catalog, opens three more stores and after five years he sells the company to Leslie Wexner and the Limited for four million dollars. Happy ending, right? Except two years later, the company's worth 500 million dollars and Roy Raymond jumps off the Golden Gate Bridge. Poor guy just wanted to buy his wife a pair of thigh-highs.
Of course, that 4 million dollars would have been more than enough for most of us.
Erica Albright: You called me a bitch on the Internet, Mark.
Mark Zuckerberg: That's why I wanted to talk to you.
Erica Albright: On the Internet.
Mark Zuckerberg: That's why I came over.
Erica Albright: Comparing women to farm animals.
Mark Zuckerberg: I didn't end up doing that.
Erica Albright: It didn't stop you from writing it. As if every thought that tumbles through your head was so clever it would be a crime for it not to be shared. The Internet's not written in pencil, Mark, it's written in ink. And you published that Erica Albright was a bitch, right before you made some ignorant crack about my family's name, my bra size, and then rated women based on their hotness.
Reggie: Erica, is there a problem?
Erica Albright: [Turning to talk to Reggie] No, there's no problem.
Erica Albright: [Turning back to face Mark] You write your snide bullshit from a dark room because that's what the angry do nowadays. I was nice to you, don't torture me for it.
Mark Zuckerberg: If we could just go somewhere for a minute.
Erica Albright: I don't want to be rude to my friends.
Mark Zuckerberg: Okay.
Erica Albright: Okay.
[pauses for a moment]
Erica Albright: Good luck with your video-game.
The internet's written in ink?
No, seriously, what are these words written in?
Marylin Delpy: What are you doing?
Mark Zuckerberg: Checking in to see how it's going in Bosnia.
Marylin Delpy: Bosnia. They don't have roads, but they have Facebook.
[Mark says nothing]
Marylin Delpy: You must really hate the Winklevosses.
Mark Zuckerberg: I don't hate anybody. The "Winklevii" aren't suing me for intellectual property theft. They're suing me because for the first time in their lives, things didn't go exactly the way they were supposed to for them.
Mark Zuckerberg: working class hero!
Divya Narendra: Everybody on campus was using it. "Facebook me" was the common expression after two weeks. And Mark was the biggest thing on a campus that included 19 Nobel laureates, 15 Pulitzer prize winners, 2 future Olympians and a movie star.
Sy: Who's the movie star?
Divya Narendra: Does it matter?
Natalie Portman?
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Leo Tolstoy from A Confession
If you turn to a branch of those sciences that try to give a solution to the questions of life--to physiology, psychology, biology, sociology--there you will find an astounding poverty of thought, a very great lack of clarity, completely unjustified claims to answer questions that lie outside their subject and never-ending contradictions between one thinker and others, and even within himself.
If you turn to a branch of the sciences that is not concerned with solving the questions of life but answers its own scientific, specialized questions, then you are captivated by the power of human intellect but you know in advance that there are no answers to the questions of life.
These sciences directly ignore the questions of life.
They say, "We have no answers to 'What are you?' and 'Why do you live?' and are not concerned with this; but if you need to know the laws of light, of chemical compounds, the laws of the development of organisms, if you need to know the laws of bodies and their forms and the relation of numbers and quantities, if you need to know the laws of your own mind, to all that we have clear, precise, and unquestionable answers.
Now, that sounds familiar.
I turned my attention to every thing that was done by people who claimed to be Christians, I was horrified.
Lesson learned?
Happy is he who has not been born: death is better than life, and one must free oneself from life.
Just what the world needs, another optimist.
...however irrational and distorted might be the replies given by faith, they have this advantage, that they introduce into every answer a relation between the finite and the infinite, without which there can be no solution.
Thanks for reminding me.
Rational knowledge presented by the learned and wise, denies the meaning of life, but the enormous masses of men, the whole of mankind receive that meaning in irrational knowledge. And that irrational knowledge is faith, that very thing which I could not but reject. It is God, One in Three; the creation in six days; the devils and angels, and all the rest that I cannot accept as long as I retain my reason.
Thanks for reminding me.
The solution of all the possible questions of life could evidently not satisfy me, for my question, simple as it at first appeared, included a demand for an explanation of the finite in terms of the infinite, and vice versa.
Yo, Rummy!
If you turn to a branch of those sciences that try to give a solution to the questions of life--to physiology, psychology, biology, sociology--there you will find an astounding poverty of thought, a very great lack of clarity, completely unjustified claims to answer questions that lie outside their subject and never-ending contradictions between one thinker and others, and even within himself.
If you turn to a branch of the sciences that is not concerned with solving the questions of life but answers its own scientific, specialized questions, then you are captivated by the power of human intellect but you know in advance that there are no answers to the questions of life.
These sciences directly ignore the questions of life.
They say, "We have no answers to 'What are you?' and 'Why do you live?' and are not concerned with this; but if you need to know the laws of light, of chemical compounds, the laws of the development of organisms, if you need to know the laws of bodies and their forms and the relation of numbers and quantities, if you need to know the laws of your own mind, to all that we have clear, precise, and unquestionable answers.
Now, that sounds familiar.
I turned my attention to every thing that was done by people who claimed to be Christians, I was horrified.
Lesson learned?
Happy is he who has not been born: death is better than life, and one must free oneself from life.
Just what the world needs, another optimist.
...however irrational and distorted might be the replies given by faith, they have this advantage, that they introduce into every answer a relation between the finite and the infinite, without which there can be no solution.
Thanks for reminding me.
Rational knowledge presented by the learned and wise, denies the meaning of life, but the enormous masses of men, the whole of mankind receive that meaning in irrational knowledge. And that irrational knowledge is faith, that very thing which I could not but reject. It is God, One in Three; the creation in six days; the devils and angels, and all the rest that I cannot accept as long as I retain my reason.
Thanks for reminding me.
The solution of all the possible questions of life could evidently not satisfy me, for my question, simple as it at first appeared, included a demand for an explanation of the finite in terms of the infinite, and vice versa.
Yo, Rummy!
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A History of Violence
Richie Cusack: [Joey holds a gun to Richie's head] Jesus, Joey.
Tom Stall: [as Joey shoots Richie in the head, then stands over his dead body] Jesus, Richie.
A lot of water under that bridge.
[Mr. Fogarty tells Edie that her husband's real name is Joey Cusack]
Edie Stall: My husband does not know you. He wouldn't know you, somebody like you.
Carl Fogarty: Oh, he knows Carl Fogarty, all right. He knows me intimately. See?
[Mr. Fogarty points to his blind left eye]
Carl Fogarty: This isn't a completely dead eye. It still works a bit. The problem is, the only thing I can see with it is Joey Cusack. And it can see right through him. Right through your husband, Edie. I see what's inside him, what makes him tick. He's still the same guy.
Edie Stall: No.
Carl Fogarty: He's still crazy fuckin' Joey. And you know it, don't you?
Edie Stall: I know that my husband is Tom Stall. That's what I know.
Spoiler alert?
[Richie tells Joey about the first day Joey came home as a baby]
Richie Cusack: You always were a problem for me, Joey. When mom brought you home from the hospital, I tried to strangle you in your crib. I guess all kids try to do that. She caught me, whacked the daylights out of me.
Tom Stall: I've heard that story.
Richie Cusack: Well, what do you think? Better late than never?
Tom Stall: Richie... I'm here to make peace. Tell me what I got to do to make things right.
Richie Cusack: You could do something, I guess.
Richie Cusack: [Richie pauses as Ruben reaches into his sleeve behind Joey] You could die, Joey.
Spoiler alert?
[Tom argues with Jack about their way of solving problems]
Tom Stall: In this family, we do not solve our problems by hitting people!
Jack Stall: No, in this family, we shoot them!
[Tom slaps Jack across the face]
Too close to call?
[Richie talks to Joey about the business]
Richie Cusack: What am I gonna do? You bust up a made man's place. You killed some of his guys. You take his eye. Jesus, Joey... you nearly took out his left eye. Barbed wire, wasn't it? That's disgusting. You always were the crazy one.
Tom Stall: Not anymore.
Richie Cusack: Yeah, I heard. You're living the American Dream. You really bought into it, didn't you? You've been this other guy, almost as long as you've been yourself. Hey, when you dream, are you still Joey?
Tom Stall: Joey's been dead a long time.
Richie Cusack: And yet here you sit... big as life. You know you cost me a lot of time and money. Before you pulled that shit with Fogarty, I was a shoe-in to take over when the boss croaked. A shoe-in. It was made very clear to me, Joey. I had to clean up your mess, or nothing was ever gonna happen for me! You got no idea how much shit I had to pull to get back in with those guys. You cost me! A hell of a lot, Joey. A hell of a lot!
Tom Stall: Looks like you're doing all right over here.
Richie Cusack: Yeah, I am, I am. I'm still behind the eight-ball... because of you. There's a certain lack of respect, a certain lack of trust. The boys in Boston are just waitin' for me to go down.
The business!!!
[Richie yells and kills his own man after the man fails to kill Joey]
Richie Cusack: How do you fuck that up?
Richie Cusack: [Richie kicks his man who lays on the ground, yelling] How do you fuck that up?
[as Richie shoots the man dead]
Of course, we don't call them scripts for nothing.
[Jack confronts his dad after he knows the truth about his secret identity]
Jack Stall: So, what am I supposed to call you now?
Tom Stall: You're supposed to call me Dad. That's what I am... your Dad.
Jack Stall: Are you really? So, you're some kind of closeted mobster... Dad? I mean, if I go rob Mr. Millikan's drug store, will you ground me if I don't give you a piece of the action? What, Dad? You tell me.
Tom Stall: Please, son. Don't...
Jack Stall: Tell me. If I talk to Sam about you, will you have me whacked?
Really, what would you do if Dad was once a vicious gangster...a merciless thug?
Richie Cusack: [Joey holds a gun to Richie's head] Jesus, Joey.
Tom Stall: [as Joey shoots Richie in the head, then stands over his dead body] Jesus, Richie.
A lot of water under that bridge.
[Mr. Fogarty tells Edie that her husband's real name is Joey Cusack]
Edie Stall: My husband does not know you. He wouldn't know you, somebody like you.
Carl Fogarty: Oh, he knows Carl Fogarty, all right. He knows me intimately. See?
[Mr. Fogarty points to his blind left eye]
Carl Fogarty: This isn't a completely dead eye. It still works a bit. The problem is, the only thing I can see with it is Joey Cusack. And it can see right through him. Right through your husband, Edie. I see what's inside him, what makes him tick. He's still the same guy.
Edie Stall: No.
Carl Fogarty: He's still crazy fuckin' Joey. And you know it, don't you?
Edie Stall: I know that my husband is Tom Stall. That's what I know.
Spoiler alert?
[Richie tells Joey about the first day Joey came home as a baby]
Richie Cusack: You always were a problem for me, Joey. When mom brought you home from the hospital, I tried to strangle you in your crib. I guess all kids try to do that. She caught me, whacked the daylights out of me.
Tom Stall: I've heard that story.
Richie Cusack: Well, what do you think? Better late than never?
Tom Stall: Richie... I'm here to make peace. Tell me what I got to do to make things right.
Richie Cusack: You could do something, I guess.
Richie Cusack: [Richie pauses as Ruben reaches into his sleeve behind Joey] You could die, Joey.
Spoiler alert?
[Tom argues with Jack about their way of solving problems]
Tom Stall: In this family, we do not solve our problems by hitting people!
Jack Stall: No, in this family, we shoot them!
[Tom slaps Jack across the face]
Too close to call?
[Richie talks to Joey about the business]
Richie Cusack: What am I gonna do? You bust up a made man's place. You killed some of his guys. You take his eye. Jesus, Joey... you nearly took out his left eye. Barbed wire, wasn't it? That's disgusting. You always were the crazy one.
Tom Stall: Not anymore.
Richie Cusack: Yeah, I heard. You're living the American Dream. You really bought into it, didn't you? You've been this other guy, almost as long as you've been yourself. Hey, when you dream, are you still Joey?
Tom Stall: Joey's been dead a long time.
Richie Cusack: And yet here you sit... big as life. You know you cost me a lot of time and money. Before you pulled that shit with Fogarty, I was a shoe-in to take over when the boss croaked. A shoe-in. It was made very clear to me, Joey. I had to clean up your mess, or nothing was ever gonna happen for me! You got no idea how much shit I had to pull to get back in with those guys. You cost me! A hell of a lot, Joey. A hell of a lot!
Tom Stall: Looks like you're doing all right over here.
Richie Cusack: Yeah, I am, I am. I'm still behind the eight-ball... because of you. There's a certain lack of respect, a certain lack of trust. The boys in Boston are just waitin' for me to go down.
The business!!!
[Richie yells and kills his own man after the man fails to kill Joey]
Richie Cusack: How do you fuck that up?
Richie Cusack: [Richie kicks his man who lays on the ground, yelling] How do you fuck that up?
[as Richie shoots the man dead]
Of course, we don't call them scripts for nothing.
[Jack confronts his dad after he knows the truth about his secret identity]
Jack Stall: So, what am I supposed to call you now?
Tom Stall: You're supposed to call me Dad. That's what I am... your Dad.
Jack Stall: Are you really? So, you're some kind of closeted mobster... Dad? I mean, if I go rob Mr. Millikan's drug store, will you ground me if I don't give you a piece of the action? What, Dad? You tell me.
Tom Stall: Please, son. Don't...
Jack Stall: Tell me. If I talk to Sam about you, will you have me whacked?
Really, what would you do if Dad was once a vicious gangster...a merciless thug?
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Tin Men
BB: Now don't try to hustle me here ... you know what I mean. I hate being hustled. Give me an honest price, not one of your 'special' deals... give me an honest price. Do I make myself clear?
Salesman: Certainly, Mr Babowsky. Now, how much are you willing to pay?
BB: There ya go...there ya go...you're doing it... you're doing one of those hustle numbers.
Salesman: I'm just trying to get an idea how much you're willing to pay.
BB: Four dollars...I want to pay four dollars a month.
Salesman: That's not an honest answer.
BB: What do ya want to hear? That I'd love to pay three hundred and fifty a month...is that what you want to hear? Tell me how much you want me to pay and I'll tell you how much I'll pay, but don't do a hustle on me...I don't like that. How much do I want to pay? I'd like to pay nothing!
Meanwhile, pushing tin is nothing less than a hustle on steroids.
BB: This guy's looking to play tit for tat. That's not my game. I'm gonna play hardball...I'm gonna find out everything about this son of a bitch, and then I'm gonna find the one thing that cuts him to the quick.
Moe: Let's go inside... make some calls.
BB: I wonder if he's married....
You bet he is.
BB: [into the phone] Hey, asshole! This is the ultimate "fuck you"! I just poked your wife!
Tilley: [into the phone] What are you talking about?
BB: Yeah, she's in my bed right now with a very big smile on her face.
Tilley: Well, that's just fine by me. She's a pain in the ass! An albatross around my neck! You're welcome to her. Keep her, and may you both rot in Hell!
BB [to himself] Is this a setup? That son of a bitch...I bet he set me up...I thought I got him, and he got me. That son of a bitch!
Let's just say it's all a bit more complicated.
Tilley (yelling to BB): Hey, Mr. Marengay went to the track!
BB: Did you bother to bet, or did you just hand your money to the tellers?
Tilley:(laughing) The sarcasm's killing me. (pause) I thought you were looking to get even.
BB Who's your accountant, mister, 'cos I think you're down in the debit side.
Tilley: Who's stuck with my wife? You or me?
BB: Okay, then you win.
See what I mean?
Tilley: It's like some guy trying to sell me life insurance. You think I'm gonna take some money out of my pocket to give to some jerk so that somebody can take it when I'm dead?!
So, how logical is that?
Sam: You know, Tilley, I'm beginning to believe in God.
Tilley: Yeah me too!
Sam: No, you don't know what I mean. I'm beginning to think about God more.
Tilley: What, you were never one of those atheists, were you?
Sam: No, I'm not sayin' that. It's just that I'm beginning to give God more thought.
Tilley: What, did you have some kind of religious experience or something.
Sam: Well, yeah, the other day I took the wife to lunch, we went and has some smorgasboard, and it just kinda happened.
Tilley: At the smorg... you found God at the smorgasboard?
Sam: Well, yeah, I'm looking at all this food, I see all these vegetables, and I think, all these things came outta the ground. I see tomatoes, outta the ground, carrots, outta the ground, radishes outta the ground. And I think, all of these things come outta the ground. And I'm just talkin' about the vegetables, I haven't gotten to the fruits yet. And I think, how can that be? How can all these things come outta the ground? With all these things comin' outta the ground, there must be a God.
Later...
Tilley [at the Smorgasbord staring at all the food...he looks up to the ceiling]: God, if you're responsible for all the stuff down here, maybe you got a moment's attention for me (pause). Between the I.R.S., this Home Improvement Commission and Mr. Marengay, I've had it up to here with this bullshit. To be frank with you, I'm in the toilet here.
Cue the Golden Arches!
BB: Now don't try to hustle me here ... you know what I mean. I hate being hustled. Give me an honest price, not one of your 'special' deals... give me an honest price. Do I make myself clear?
Salesman: Certainly, Mr Babowsky. Now, how much are you willing to pay?
BB: There ya go...there ya go...you're doing it... you're doing one of those hustle numbers.
Salesman: I'm just trying to get an idea how much you're willing to pay.
BB: Four dollars...I want to pay four dollars a month.
Salesman: That's not an honest answer.
BB: What do ya want to hear? That I'd love to pay three hundred and fifty a month...is that what you want to hear? Tell me how much you want me to pay and I'll tell you how much I'll pay, but don't do a hustle on me...I don't like that. How much do I want to pay? I'd like to pay nothing!
Meanwhile, pushing tin is nothing less than a hustle on steroids.
BB: This guy's looking to play tit for tat. That's not my game. I'm gonna play hardball...I'm gonna find out everything about this son of a bitch, and then I'm gonna find the one thing that cuts him to the quick.
Moe: Let's go inside... make some calls.
BB: I wonder if he's married....
You bet he is.
BB: [into the phone] Hey, asshole! This is the ultimate "fuck you"! I just poked your wife!
Tilley: [into the phone] What are you talking about?
BB: Yeah, she's in my bed right now with a very big smile on her face.
Tilley: Well, that's just fine by me. She's a pain in the ass! An albatross around my neck! You're welcome to her. Keep her, and may you both rot in Hell!
BB [to himself] Is this a setup? That son of a bitch...I bet he set me up...I thought I got him, and he got me. That son of a bitch!
Let's just say it's all a bit more complicated.
Tilley (yelling to BB): Hey, Mr. Marengay went to the track!
BB: Did you bother to bet, or did you just hand your money to the tellers?
Tilley:(laughing) The sarcasm's killing me. (pause) I thought you were looking to get even.
BB Who's your accountant, mister, 'cos I think you're down in the debit side.
Tilley: Who's stuck with my wife? You or me?
BB: Okay, then you win.
See what I mean?
Tilley: It's like some guy trying to sell me life insurance. You think I'm gonna take some money out of my pocket to give to some jerk so that somebody can take it when I'm dead?!
So, how logical is that?
Sam: You know, Tilley, I'm beginning to believe in God.
Tilley: Yeah me too!
Sam: No, you don't know what I mean. I'm beginning to think about God more.
Tilley: What, you were never one of those atheists, were you?
Sam: No, I'm not sayin' that. It's just that I'm beginning to give God more thought.
Tilley: What, did you have some kind of religious experience or something.
Sam: Well, yeah, the other day I took the wife to lunch, we went and has some smorgasboard, and it just kinda happened.
Tilley: At the smorg... you found God at the smorgasboard?
Sam: Well, yeah, I'm looking at all this food, I see all these vegetables, and I think, all these things came outta the ground. I see tomatoes, outta the ground, carrots, outta the ground, radishes outta the ground. And I think, all of these things come outta the ground. And I'm just talkin' about the vegetables, I haven't gotten to the fruits yet. And I think, how can that be? How can all these things come outta the ground? With all these things comin' outta the ground, there must be a God.
Later...
Tilley [at the Smorgasbord staring at all the food...he looks up to the ceiling]: God, if you're responsible for all the stuff down here, maybe you got a moment's attention for me (pause). Between the I.R.S., this Home Improvement Commission and Mr. Marengay, I've had it up to here with this bullshit. To be frank with you, I'm in the toilet here.
Cue the Golden Arches!
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William Gibson, from Neuromancer
Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding...”
Except of course what we do.
Things aren't different. Things are things.
Go figure?
Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button.
Even in reverse.
Don't let the little fuckers generation gap you.
Save that for the next one.
Cliches became cliches for a reason; that they usually hold at least a modicum of truth, and the following cliche is truer than most: You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been.
Let's make this the next one.
Power, in Case's world, meant corporate power. The zaibatsus, the multinationals that shaped the course of human history, had transcended old barriers. Viewed as organisms, they had attained a kind of immortality. You couldn't kill a zaibatsu by assassinating a dozen key executives; there were others waiting to step up the ladder, assume the vacated position, access the vast banks of corporate memory...
I know: What if that were actually true?!
Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding...”
Except of course what we do.
Things aren't different. Things are things.
Go figure?
Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button.
Even in reverse.
Don't let the little fuckers generation gap you.
Save that for the next one.
Cliches became cliches for a reason; that they usually hold at least a modicum of truth, and the following cliche is truer than most: You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been.
Let's make this the next one.
Power, in Case's world, meant corporate power. The zaibatsus, the multinationals that shaped the course of human history, had transcended old barriers. Viewed as organisms, they had attained a kind of immortality. You couldn't kill a zaibatsu by assassinating a dozen key executives; there were others waiting to step up the ladder, assume the vacated position, access the vast banks of corporate memory...
I know: What if that were actually true?!
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The Conversation
[about a bum on a park bench]
Ann: Every time I see one of those old guys, I always think the same thing.
Mark: What do you think?
Ann: I always think that he was once somebody's baby boy. Really, I do. I think he was once somebody's baby boy, and he had a mother and a father who loved him, and now there he is, half dead on a park bench, and where are his mother or his father, all his uncles now?
That's before she met Shirley.
[repeated line from the recording]
Mark: He'd kill us if he got the chance.
Now what, Harry?
Harry Caul: [from dream sequence] He'll kill you if he gets a chance. I'm not afraid of death. I am afraid of murder.
https://youtu.be/9kMyDjINpWA?si=mDZ0wT6aCtYLE65l
Stan: What a stupid conversation.
Little does he know?
Harry Caul: You still married?
Meredith: Oh, I don't know. Probably.
No, really, what are the odds?
Mark: Does it bother you?
Ann: What?
Mark: Walking around in circles.
A script's a script.
[about a bum on a park bench]
Ann: Every time I see one of those old guys, I always think the same thing.
Mark: What do you think?
Ann: I always think that he was once somebody's baby boy. Really, I do. I think he was once somebody's baby boy, and he had a mother and a father who loved him, and now there he is, half dead on a park bench, and where are his mother or his father, all his uncles now?
That's before she met Shirley.
[repeated line from the recording]
Mark: He'd kill us if he got the chance.
Now what, Harry?
Harry Caul: [from dream sequence] He'll kill you if he gets a chance. I'm not afraid of death. I am afraid of murder.
https://youtu.be/9kMyDjINpWA?si=mDZ0wT6aCtYLE65l
Stan: What a stupid conversation.
Little does he know?
Harry Caul: You still married?
Meredith: Oh, I don't know. Probably.
No, really, what are the odds?
Mark: Does it bother you?
Ann: What?
Mark: Walking around in circles.
A script's a script.
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Re: Quote of the day
You're a fucking weirdo and have completely trashed this thread.
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Re: Quote of the day
Of course, he's only paraphrasing Walker.attofishpi wrote: ↑Tue Mar 05, 2024 8:17 pm You're a fucking weirdo and have completely trashed this thread.
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Re: Quote of the day
Manhattan
Isaac Davis: Why is life worth living? It's a very good question. Um... Well, There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh... Like what... okay... um... For me, uh... ooh... I would say... what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing... uh... um... and Wilie Mays... and um... the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony... and um... Louis Armstrong, recording of Potato Head Blues... um... Swedish movies, naturally... Sentimental Education by Flaubert... uh... Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra... um... those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne... uh... the crabs at Sam Wo's... uh... Tracy's face...
Woody always throws this part in somewhere. You know, to put "the horror...the horror" in perspective.
Yale: You are so self-righteous, you know. I mean we're just people. We're just human beings, you know? You think you're God.
Isaac Davis: I... I gotta model myself after someone.
Okay, but is it the right God?
Mary Wilke [on her ex=husband]: I was tired of submerging my identity to a very brilliant, dominating man. He's a genius.
Isaac Davis: Oh really, he was a genius, Helen's a genius and Dennis is a genius. You know a lot of geniuses, y'know. You should meet some stupid people once in a while, y'know, you could learn something.
Y'know.
Mary Wilke: [reading aloud from Issac's wife's memoir] "He was given to fits of rage, Jewish liberal paranoia, male chauvinism, self-righteous misanthropy, and nihilistic moods of despair. He had complaints about life but never any solutions. He longed to be an artist but balked at the necessary sacrifices. In his most private moments, he spoke of his fear of death, which he elevated to tragic heights when in fact it was mere narcissism."
Of course, she's only paraphrasing Mia Farrow.
Party Guest: I finally had an orgasm, and my doctor said it was the wrong kind.
Isaac Davis: You had the wrong kind? I've never had the wrong kind, ever. My worst one was right on the money.
On the other hand, how much money?
Tracy: Let's fool around, it'll take your mind off it.
Isaac Davis: Hey, how many times a night can you, how, how often can you make love in an evening?
Tracy: Well, a lot.
Isaac Davis: Yeah! I can tell, a lot. That's, well, a lot is my favorite number.
Yeah, she's just a kid. A precocious kid though, right?
Isaac Davis: Why is life worth living? It's a very good question. Um... Well, There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh... Like what... okay... um... For me, uh... ooh... I would say... what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing... uh... um... and Wilie Mays... and um... the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony... and um... Louis Armstrong, recording of Potato Head Blues... um... Swedish movies, naturally... Sentimental Education by Flaubert... uh... Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra... um... those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne... uh... the crabs at Sam Wo's... uh... Tracy's face...
Woody always throws this part in somewhere. You know, to put "the horror...the horror" in perspective.
Yale: You are so self-righteous, you know. I mean we're just people. We're just human beings, you know? You think you're God.
Isaac Davis: I... I gotta model myself after someone.
Okay, but is it the right God?
Mary Wilke [on her ex=husband]: I was tired of submerging my identity to a very brilliant, dominating man. He's a genius.
Isaac Davis: Oh really, he was a genius, Helen's a genius and Dennis is a genius. You know a lot of geniuses, y'know. You should meet some stupid people once in a while, y'know, you could learn something.
Y'know.
Mary Wilke: [reading aloud from Issac's wife's memoir] "He was given to fits of rage, Jewish liberal paranoia, male chauvinism, self-righteous misanthropy, and nihilistic moods of despair. He had complaints about life but never any solutions. He longed to be an artist but balked at the necessary sacrifices. In his most private moments, he spoke of his fear of death, which he elevated to tragic heights when in fact it was mere narcissism."
Of course, she's only paraphrasing Mia Farrow.
Party Guest: I finally had an orgasm, and my doctor said it was the wrong kind.
Isaac Davis: You had the wrong kind? I've never had the wrong kind, ever. My worst one was right on the money.
On the other hand, how much money?
Tracy: Let's fool around, it'll take your mind off it.
Isaac Davis: Hey, how many times a night can you, how, how often can you make love in an evening?
Tracy: Well, a lot.
Isaac Davis: Yeah! I can tell, a lot. That's, well, a lot is my favorite number.
Yeah, she's just a kid. A precocious kid though, right?
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Re: Quote of the day
Despair
How much more straightforward it was to bear a physical illness or malady. You need not do anything but rest, and the body simply healed itself. Miseries of the mind, however, were quite another matter; they were a sticky spider's web, and Beatrice had learned that the more you struggled against them, the tighter the strands seemed to bind you.” Alexandra Bell
The good news? Only all the way to the grave.
“If a color could deliver hope, does it follow that it could also bring despair?” Maggie Nelson
Pitch black, right Satyr?
“Lots of things aren't true, but it doesn't stop people from believing them.” Kami Garcia
Objectively, for example.
Or is that just here?
“Hope cannot be eluded forever and that it can beset even those who wanted to be free of it.” Albert Camus
You tell me.
“Don't give up too soon, hang on to hope. Hope is better than despair.” Lailah Gifty Akita
And then one day, it's not.
“A man who looks too deeply inside himself is apt to see nothing and so despair.” T.M Cicinski
You first.
How much more straightforward it was to bear a physical illness or malady. You need not do anything but rest, and the body simply healed itself. Miseries of the mind, however, were quite another matter; they were a sticky spider's web, and Beatrice had learned that the more you struggled against them, the tighter the strands seemed to bind you.” Alexandra Bell
The good news? Only all the way to the grave.
“If a color could deliver hope, does it follow that it could also bring despair?” Maggie Nelson
Pitch black, right Satyr?
“Lots of things aren't true, but it doesn't stop people from believing them.” Kami Garcia
Objectively, for example.
Or is that just here?
“Hope cannot be eluded forever and that it can beset even those who wanted to be free of it.” Albert Camus
You tell me.
“Don't give up too soon, hang on to hope. Hope is better than despair.” Lailah Gifty Akita
And then one day, it's not.
“A man who looks too deeply inside himself is apt to see nothing and so despair.” T.M Cicinski
You first.
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Re: Quote of the day
Cape Fear
Max Cady: So, here we are, two lawyers for all practical purposes talking shop.
Sam Bowden: How much do you want, Mr. Cady?
Max Cady: How much do I want what?
Sam Bowden: How much money do you want?
Max Cady: Money? Counselor, do I look destitute to you?
Sam Bowden: Well I'm open to discussion within reasonable limits.
Max Cady: You ever been a woman?
Sam Bowden: What?
Max Cady: A woman...some fat, hairy hillbilly's wet dream.
Of course, he's still a fucking scumbag.
Max Cady: There ain't much to do in Prison all day other than desecrate your Flesh.
Tell that to the hairy hillbillies?
Max Cady: I am going to teach you the meaning of commitment. Fourteen years ago I was forced to make a commitment to an eight by nine cell, now you are going to be forced to make a commitment.
To kill the sonofabitch.
Leigh Bowden: Stop! Stop!
Max Cady: Yes, Leigh?
Leigh Bowden: Listen to me, Max, listen to me. You know, Max, since all this started, I've thought about you all the time. I've tried to imagine what it must have been like for you, all those years locked up in jail... I've tried to imagine you and even your crimes, and how you must have felt in those moments that you did them... See, I know about loss, Max. I know about losing time, even losing years. And I know it doesn't compare to jail, but I can understand. And I can share this with you. Because of that, whatever it is you've got planned, I want you to do it just with me... not with her... because... we have this connection.
How dumb did she think he was?
Leigh Bowden: You don't know Danny. If she finds a palmetto bug in her bedroom, she takes it outside. She could never kill anything.
Claude Kersek: Even a six-foot palmetto bug?
Let's imagine that. https://www.google.com/search?sca_esv=2 ... =620&dpr=1
Max Cady: I can Out-Philosophise you!
Cue the Stooges?
Max Cady: So, here we are, two lawyers for all practical purposes talking shop.
Sam Bowden: How much do you want, Mr. Cady?
Max Cady: How much do I want what?
Sam Bowden: How much money do you want?
Max Cady: Money? Counselor, do I look destitute to you?
Sam Bowden: Well I'm open to discussion within reasonable limits.
Max Cady: You ever been a woman?
Sam Bowden: What?
Max Cady: A woman...some fat, hairy hillbilly's wet dream.
Of course, he's still a fucking scumbag.
Max Cady: There ain't much to do in Prison all day other than desecrate your Flesh.
Tell that to the hairy hillbillies?
Max Cady: I am going to teach you the meaning of commitment. Fourteen years ago I was forced to make a commitment to an eight by nine cell, now you are going to be forced to make a commitment.
To kill the sonofabitch.
Leigh Bowden: Stop! Stop!
Max Cady: Yes, Leigh?
Leigh Bowden: Listen to me, Max, listen to me. You know, Max, since all this started, I've thought about you all the time. I've tried to imagine what it must have been like for you, all those years locked up in jail... I've tried to imagine you and even your crimes, and how you must have felt in those moments that you did them... See, I know about loss, Max. I know about losing time, even losing years. And I know it doesn't compare to jail, but I can understand. And I can share this with you. Because of that, whatever it is you've got planned, I want you to do it just with me... not with her... because... we have this connection.
How dumb did she think he was?
Leigh Bowden: You don't know Danny. If she finds a palmetto bug in her bedroom, she takes it outside. She could never kill anything.
Claude Kersek: Even a six-foot palmetto bug?
Let's imagine that. https://www.google.com/search?sca_esv=2 ... =620&dpr=1
Max Cady: I can Out-Philosophise you!
Cue the Stooges?