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Story : It’s WWII, the battleground, Nazi-occupied France. The Nazis are doing whatever they need to to flush out and exterminate Jews, the most proficient and prolific of the Jew hunters being the sadistic SS Colonel Hans Landa. As such, the American military forms a unit, led by Lieutenant Aldo Raine and comprised of eight Jews, to kill as many Nazis as possible. Raine requests each of his men to bring him the scalp of at least 100 Nazis apiece. He has his own method of ensuring that those Nazis he does allow or need to let go free are scarred for life. In Paris in 1944, Joseph Goebbels, the Nazi’s chief propaganda master and filmmaker, plans to debut his latest film, “Nation’s Pride”. The film, based on the victorious military exploits of Private Fredrick Zoller, stars Zoller as himself. Because of his attraction to its pretty proprietress Emmanuelle Mimieux, Zoller convinces Goebbels and the Nazi brass to hold the premiere at Mimieux’s cinema. Landa is to act as chief of security for the event. When the Americans get wind of the screening and the fact that most of the Nazi highers-up will be in attendance, Raine’s team is tasked with blowing up the cinema during the screening. They are assisted by renowned German actress, Bridget von Hammersmark, who has been working as a spy for the British. They believe luck is on their side when they learn that Hitler himself is scheduled to attend. Beyond being found out, Raine’s team face two as of yet unknown issues. The first is Mimieux, who is really Shoshanna Dreyfus, a Jew who saw her family brutally murdered by Landa four years earlier, and who may have her own plans for Landa and the Nazis. The second is Landa, who beyond his up front mission, has another more personal mission for his life post-war unknown to anyone but himself.
Lt. Aldo Raine: My name is Lt. Aldo Raine and I’m putting together a special team, and I need me eight soldiers. Eight Jewish-American soldiers. Now, y’all might’ve heard rumors about the armada happening soon. Well, we’ll be leaving a little earlier. We’re gonna be dropped into France, dressed as civilians. And once we’re in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin’ guerrilla army, we’re gonna be doin’ one thing and one thing only… killin’ Nazis. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but I sure as hell didn’t come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a fuckin’ air-o-plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain’t got no humanity. They’re the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin’, mass murderin’ maniac and they need to be dee-stroyed. That’s why any and every son of a bitch we find wearin’ a Nazi uniform, they’re gonna die. Now, I’m the direct descendant of the mountain man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Injun in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the German won’t not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they’re tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sound good? Sgt. Donny Donowitz, Pfc. Hirschberg, Pfc. Andy Kagan, Pfc. Simon Sakowitz, Pfc. Omar Ulmer, Pfc. Smithson Utivich, Cpl. Wilhelm Wicki, Pfc. Michael Zimmerman: YES, SIR! Lt. Aldo Raine: That’s what I like to hear. But I got a word of warning for all you would-be warriors. When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me personally. Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Nazi scalps. And I want my scalps. And all y’all will git me one hundred Nazi scalps, taken from the heads of one hundred dead Nazis. Or you will die tryin’.
Lt. Aldo Raine: Well, I speak the most Italian, so I’ll be your escort. Donowitz speaks the second most, so he’ll be your Italian cameraman. Omar speaks third most, so he’ll be Donny’s assistant. Pfc. Omar Ulmer: I don’t speak Italian. Lt. Aldo Raine: Like I said, third best. Just keep your fuckin’ mouth shut. In fact, why don’t you start practicing, right now!
Lt. Aldo Raine: You didn’t say the goddamn rendezvous was in a fuckin’ basement. Lt. Archie Hicox: I didn’t know. Lt. Aldo Raine: You said it was in a tavern. Lt. Archie Hicox: It is a tavern. Lt. Aldo Raine: Yeah, in a basement. You know, fightin’ in a basement offers a lot of difficulties. Number one being, you’re fightin’ in a basement!
Lt. Aldo Raine: [Drawing a map] Up the road apiece, there’s an orchard. Now, besides you, we know there’s another kraut patrol fuckin’ around there somewhere. Now if that patrol were to have any crackshots, that orchard would be a goddamn sniper’s delight. Now, if you ever want to eat a sauerkraut sandwich again, you gotta show me on this here map where they are, you gotta tell me how many there are, and you gotta tell me what kinda artillery they’re carrying with ’em. Sgt. Werner Rachtman: You can’t expect me to divulge information that would put German lives in danger.
Lt. Aldo Raine: Well, now Werner, that’s where you’re wrong, because that’s exactly what I expect. I need to know about Germans hiding in them trees, and you need to tell me, and you need to tell me right now. Now, just take that finger of yours and point out on this here map where this party’s being held, how many’s coming, and what they brought to play with. Sgt. Werner Rachtman: [puts his hand over his heart] I respectfully refuse, sir. Lt. Aldo Raine: [a smack is heard offscreen] Hear that? Sgt. Werner Rachtman: Yes. Lt. Aldo Raine: That’s Sgt. Donny Donowitz. You might know him better by his nickname: “The Bear Jew”. Now, if you heard of Aldo the Apache, you gotta have heard of the Bear Jew. Sgt. Werner Rachtman: I’ve heard of the Bear Jew. Lt. Aldo Raine: What d’you hear? Sgt. Werner Rachtman: He beats German soldiers with a club. Lt. Aldo Raine: He bashes their brains in with a baseball bat is what he does. Now, Werner, I’m gonna ask you one last goddamn time, if you still respectfully refuse, I’m callin’ the Bear Jew over. He’s gonna take that big bat of his, and he’s gonna beat your ass to death with it. Now, take your wiener schnitzel lickin’ finger and point out on this map what I want to know. Sgt. Werner Rachtman: [after brief pause] Fuck you… and your Jew dogs! [the Basterds all laugh] Lt. Aldo Raine: Actually, Werner, we’re all tickled to here you say that. Quite frankly, watchin’ Donny beat Nazis to death is the closest we ever get to goin’ to the movies. Donny! Sgt. Donny Donowitz: [from offscreen] Yeah? Lt. Aldo Raine: We got a German here who wants to die for his country! Oblige him!
Major Dieter Hellstrom: [in German] I must say, I grow weary of these monkeyshines. [Maj. Hellstrom cocks his Walther pistol and aims it at Lt. Hicox under the table] Major Dieter Hellstrom: Did you hear that? That was the sound of my Walther. Pointed right at your testicles. Lt. Archie Hicox: Why do you have your Walther pointed at my testicles? Major Dieter Hellstrom: Because you’ve just given yourself away, Captain. You’re no more German than that scotch. Lt. Archie Hicox: Well, Major… Bridget von Hammersmark: Major… Major Dieter Hellstrom: Shut up, slut! You were saying? Lt. Archie Hicox: I was saying that that makes two of us. I’ve had a gun pointed at your balls since you sat down. [Stiglitz takes Hellstrom by the shoulder and aggressively forces a gun against his crotch] Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz: That makes three of us. And at this range, I’m a real Frederick Zoller. Major Dieter Hellstrom: Looks like we have a bit of a sticky situation here. Lt. Archie Hicox: What’s going to happen, Major… you’re going to stand up and walk out that door with us. Major Dieter Hellstrom: No, no, no, no, no, no. I don’t think so. I’m afraid you and I… we both know, Captain… no matter what happens to anybody else in this room… the two of us aren’t going anywhere. Too bad about Sergeant Wilhelm and his famous friends. If any of you expect to live, you’ll have to shoot them too. Looks like little Max will grow up an orphan. How sad. Lt. Archie Hicox: [In English] Well, if this is it, old boy, I hope you don’t mind if I go out speaking the King’s. Major Dieter Hellstrom: [In English] By all means, Captain. Lt. Archie Hicox: [picks up his glass of scotch] There’s a special rung in hell reserved for people who waste good scotch. Seeing as how I may be rapping on the door momentarily… [drinks his scotch] Lt. Archie Hicox: I must say, damn good stuff, Sir. [sets his glass down and smokes his cigarette] Lt. Archie Hicox: Now, about this pickle… we find ourselves in. It would appear there’s only one thing left for you to do. Major Dieter Hellstrom: And what would that be? Lt. Archie Hicox: Stiglitz… Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz: Say “Auf Wiedersehen” to your Nazi balls! [Stiglitz fires his gun into Hellstrom’s crotch]
[last lines] Lt. Aldo Raine: Y’know… Utivich ‘n myself heard that deal you made with the brass. “End the war tonight”?… I’d make that deal. How ’bout you Utivich, you make that deal? Pfc. Smithson Utivich: [busy scalping Hermann] I’d make that deal. Lt. Aldo Raine: I don’t blame ya! Damn good deal! And that purty little nest you feathered for yourself. Well, if you’re willing to barbecue the whole high command, I ‘spose that’s worth certain considerations. But I do have one question. When you get to your little place on Nantucket Island, I ‘magine you’re gonna take off that handsome-lookin’ S.S. uniform of yours, ain’tcha?… That’s what I thought. Now that I can’t abide. How ’bout you Utivich, can you abide it? Pfc. Smithson Utivich: [finishes scalping Hermann] Not one damn bit, sir. Lt. Aldo Raine: I mean, if I had my way… you’d wear that goddamn uniform for the rest of your pecker-suckin’ life. But I’m aware that ain’t practical, I mean at some point you’re gonna hafta take it off. So. I’m ‘onna give you a little somethin’ you can’t take off. [cut to Landa screaming and crying as Raine carves a swastika into his forehead] Lt. Aldo Raine: [smirks widely] You know somethin’, Utivich? I think this just might be my masterpiece! [Raine and Utvich grin sardonically as the credits roll
Lt. Aldo Raine: You probably heard we ain’t in the prisoner-takin’ business; we in the killin’ Nazi business. And cousin, business is a-boomin’.
Col. Hans Landa: The feature that makes me such an effective hunter of the Jews is, as opposed to most German soldiers, I can think like a Jew, where they can only think like a German… more precisely, German soldier. Now, if one were to determine what attribute the German people share with a beast, it would be the cunning and the predatory instinct of a hawk. But if one were to determine what attributes the Jews share with a beast, it would be that of the rat. The Führer and Goebbels’s propaganda have said pretty much the same thing, but where our conclusions differ is I don’t consider the comparison an insult. Consider, for a moment, the world a rat lives in. It’s a hostile world, indeed. If a rat were to scamper through your front door right now, would you greet it with hostility? Perrier LaPadite: I suppose I would. Col. Hans Landa: Has a rat ever done anything to you to create this animosity you feel towards them? Perrier LaPadite: Rats spread diseases. They bite people. Col. Hans Landa: Rats were the cause of the bubonic plague, but that’s some time ago. I propose to you, any disease a rat could spread, a squirrel could equally carry. Would you agree? Perrier LaPadite: Oui. Col. Hans Landa: Yet I assume you don’t share the same animosity with squirrels that you do with rats, do you? Perrier LaPadite: No. Col. Hans Landa: But they’re both rodents, are they not? And except for the tail, they even rather look alike, don’t they? Perrier LaPadite: It’s an interesting thought, Herr Colonel. Col. Hans Landa: Ha! However interesting as the thought may be, it makes not one bit of difference to how you feel. If a rat were to walk in here right now, as I’m talking, would you greet it with a saucer of your delicious milk? Perrier LaPadite: Probably not. Col. Hans Landa: I didn’t think so. You don’t like them. You don’t really know why you don’t like them; all you know is you find them repulsive. Consequently, a German soldier conducts a search of a house suspected of hiding Jews. Where does the hawk look? He looks in the barn, he looks in the attic, he looks in the cellar, he looks everywhere he would hide. But there’s so many places it would never occur to a hawk to hide. However, the reason the Führer has brought me off my Alps in Austria and placed me in French cow country today is because it does occur to me. Because I’m aware what tremendous feats human beings are capable of once they abandon dignity.
Col. Hans Landa: [giddy] Oooh, that’s a bingo! Is that the way you say it? “That’s a bingo?” Lt. Aldo Raine: You just say “bingo.” Col. Hans Landa: Bingo! How fun! But, I digress. Where were we?
Lt. Aldo Raine: [Aldo shoots Hans’ driver Hermann, and gives Utivich a knife] Scalp Hermann. Col. Hans Landa: Are you mad? What have you done? I made a deal with your general for that man’s life! Lt. Aldo Raine: Yeah, they made that deal, but they don’t give a fuck about him. They need you. Col. Hans Landa: You’ll be shot for this! Lt. Aldo Raine: Nah, I don’t think so. More like chewed out. I’ve been chewed out before.
[repeated line] Lt. Aldo Raine: I’m gonna give you a little somethin’ you can’t take off.
Lt. Aldo Raine: [very bad Italian accent] Arriverderci.
Col. Hans Landa: AU REVOIR, SHOSANNA!
Bridget von Hammersmark: I know this is a silly question before I ask it, but can you Americans speak any other language besides English?
Sgt. Donny Donowitz: [Aldo is carving a swastika into Private Butz’s forehead] You know, Lieutenant, you’re getting pretty good at that. Lt. Aldo Raine: You know how you get to Carnegie Hall, don’t ya? Practice.
Col. Hans Landa: [to Aldo] So you’re “Aldo the Apache”. Lt. Aldo Raine: So you’re “the Jew Hunter”. Col. Hans Landa: A detective. A damn good dectective. Finding people is my specialty so naturally I work for the Nazis finding people, and yes some of them were Jews. But “Jew Hunter”? Col. Hans Landa: [reacts in disgust] It’s just a name that stuck. Pfc. Smithson Utivich: Well, you do have to admit, it is catchy. Col. Hans Landa: Do you control the nicknames your enemies bestow on you? “Aldo the Apache” and “the Little Man”? Pfc. Smithson Utivich: [confused] What do you mean “the Little Man”? Col. Hans Landa: Germans’ nickname for you. Pfc. Smithson Utivich: The Germans’ nickname for me is “the Little Man”? Col. Hans Landa: And as if to make my point, I’m a little surprised how tall you were in real life. I mean, you’re a little fellow, but not circus-midget little, as your reputation would suggest.23 of 23 found this interesting | Share this Sgt. Donny Donowitz: Teddy fuckin’ Williams knocks it out of the park! Fenway Park on its feet for Teddy fuckin’ Ballgame! He went yardo on that one, out to fuckin’ Lansdowne Street! 31 of 32 found this interesting | Share this [Raine is interrogating Rachtman and poitning out all of his men] Lt. Aldo Raine: And another one over there, you might be familiar with: Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz. Heard of ’em? Sgt. Werner Rachtman: Everybody in the German army’s heard of Hugo Stiglitz. [Some of the Basterds laugh, and the camera focuses on Stiglitz; the scene freezes and the words “Hugo Stiglitz” appear on the screen] Narrator: [voice-over] The reason for Hugo Stiglitz’s celebrity among German soldiers is simple. As a German enlisted man, he killed thirteen Gestapo officers. [Stiglitz is seen strangling one officer with a cord; stabbing another multiple times in the head through a pillow; and asphyxiating one with his bare hands] Narrator: [voice-over] Instead of putting him up against a wall, the High Command decided to send him back to Berlin, to be made an example of. [cuts to Stiglitz locked in a cell] Narrator: Needless to say, once the Basterds heard of him, he never got there. [One of Raine’s men slits a guard’s throat; the other Basterds quickly open fire and kill the other guards, then Raine approaches Stiglitz’s cell] Lt. Aldo Raine: Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz? [Stiglitz nods] Lt. Aldo Raine: Lt. Aldo Raine. These are the Basterds, ever heard of us? [Stiglitz nods again] Lt. Aldo Raine: We just wanted to say we’re a big fan of your work. When it comes to killing Nazis… [one of the guards stirs and groans, and is promptly shot dead on the spot] Lt. Aldo Raine: … I think you show great talent. And I pride myself on having an eye for that kind of talent. But your status as a Nazi killer is still amateur. We all come here to see if you wanna go pro. 30 of 31 found this interesting | Share this Col. Hans Landa: [in German] So who are your three handsome escorts? Bridget von Hammersmark: [in German] I’m afraid neither three speak a word of German. They’re friends of mine from Italy. This is the wonderful Italian stuntman, Enzo Gorlomi; a very talented cameraman, Antonio Margheriti; and Antonio’s camera assistant, Dominick Decocco. Bridget von Hammersmark: [in Italian] Gentlemen, this is an old friend, Colonel Hans Landa of the SS. Lt. Aldo Raine: [in Italian with obvious southern accent] Buongiorno. Col. Hans Landa: [in flawless Italian] Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure; the friends of our cherished star, admired by all of us, this outright jewel of our culture, are naturally going to be under my personal protection for the duration of their stay. Lt. Aldo Raine: [after a pause] Grazie. Col. Hans Landa: [in Italian] Gorlomi? Am I pronouncing it correctly? Lt. Aldo Raine: [in a very bad accent] Sì… er, corretto. Col. Hans Landa: [in Italian] Gorla… lomi? Say it for me once please? Lt. Aldo Raine: [mispronouncing the name] Gorlami. Col. Hans Landa: [in Italian, faking confusion] I’m sorry, again? Lt. Aldo Raine: [slightly annoyed] Gorlami. Col. Hans Landa: [in Italian] Once more? Lt. Aldo Raine: [obviously annoyed, leans forward and whispers] Gorlami. 26 of 27 found this interesting | Share this Col. Hans Landa: [to Perrier LaPardite] I love rumors! Facts can be so misleading, where rumors, true or false, are often revealing. 32 of 34 found this interesting | Share this Bridget von Hammersmark: There have been two recent developments regarding Operation Kino. One, the venue has been changed from the Ritz to a much smaller venue. Lt. Aldo Raine: Enormous changes at the last minute? That’s not very Germatic. Why the hell is Goebbels doin’ stuff so damn peculiar? Bridget von Hammersmark: It probably has something to do with the second development. Lt. Aldo Raine: Which is? Bridget von Hammersmark: [sits up] The Führer is attending the premiere. Adolf Hitler: [cut to Hitler] I’ve been rethinking my position in regards to your Paris premiere of “Nation’s Pride”. As the weeks have gone on and the Americans are on the beach, I do find myself thinking more and more about this Private Zoller. This boy has done something tremendous for us. And I’m beginning to think my participation in this event could be meaningful. Sgt. Donny Donowitz: [cut back to the Basterds] Fuck a duck!
Fredrick Zoller: [shouting to the camera, acting in Nation’s Pride] Who wants to send a message to Germany? [Nation’s Pride is interrupted by Shosanna’s movie] Shosanna Dreyfus: I have a message for Germany. [Hitler and Goebbels watch in shock] Shosanna Dreyfus: [her image on the screen smirks] That you are all going to die. Adolf Hitler: [yelling in German] Enough! Stop it! Joseph Goebbels: [yelling in German] Turn off the projector! Shosanna Dreyfus: And I want you to look deep into the face of the Jew that is going to do it! Joseph Goebbels: [in German as the audience begins to shout in protest and anger] I don’t know what’s going on! That does not belong in my movie! Shosanna Dreyfus: [her image on the screen smiles] Marcel… burn it down. Marcel: [standing behind the screen, he smiles] Oui, Shosanna.
Col. Hans Landa: Wait for the crème.
Col. Hans Landa: Tell me, Aldo, if I were sitting where you’re sitting, would you show me mercy? Lt. Aldo Raine: [after a long pause] [smiles] Lt. Aldo Raine: Nope! Col. Hans Landa: What’s that English saying about shoes and feet? Lt. Aldo Raine: “Looks like the shoe’s on the other foot.” Yeah, I was just thinking that.
Marcel: [in French; subtitled] What the fuck are we supposed to do? Shosanna Dreyfus: [in French] It looks like we’re supposed to have a Nazi premiere. Marcel: Like I said, what the fuck are we supposed to do?
Major Dieter Hellstrom: [Hellstrom is trying to guess the famous person on his forehead, which is King Kong] Major Dieter Hellstrom: [in German; subtitled] I’ll start, give you the idea. Am I German? Bridget von Hammersmark, Lt. Archie Hicox: [in German] No. Bridget von Hammersmark: Am I American? Major Dieter Hellstrom, Lt. Archie Hicox: No. Cpl. Wilhelm Wicki: Wait a minute, he goes to… Bridget von Hammersmark: Obviously, he wasn’t born in America. Major Dieter Hellstrom: So, I visited America, aye? Bridget von Hammersmark, Lt. Archie Hicox: Yes. Major Dieter Hellstrom: Was this visit fortuitous? Cpl. Wilhelm Wicki: Not for you.
Sgt. Donny Donowitz: [points to Iron Cross medal with his bat] You get that for killin’ Jews? Sgt. Werner Rachtman: [as-a-matter-of-factly] Bravery…
Master SGT. Wilhelm: [yelling while aiming his gun at the front entrance of the basement-tavern] Who are you? BRITISH, AMERICAN? WHAT? Lt. Aldo Raine: [shouting from up the stairs] We’re American! What’re you? Master SGT. Wilhelm: I’M A GERMAN, YOU IDIOT! Lt. Aldo Raine: [calmly] You speak English pretty good for a German. Master SGT. Wilhelm: I agree!
Col. Hans Landa: [to a bound and blindfolded Lt. Aldo] You’ve had a nice long run, Aldo. Alas, you’re now in the hands of the SS. [raises hands in a dramatic manner] Col. Hans Landa: My hands, to be exact. And they’ve been waiting a long time to touch you. [fingers reach out and poke Lt. Aldo in the face; Lt. Aldo flinches] Col. Hans Landa: [chuckling] Caught you flinching. [Lt. Aldo headbutts Col. Landa]
Lt. Aldo Raine: You know, where I’m from… Col. Hans Landa: Yeah, where is that, exactly? Lt. Aldo Raine: Maynardville, Tennessee. [pause] Lt. Aldo Raine: I’ve done my share of bootlegging. Up ‘ere, if you engage in what the federal government calls ‘illegal activity,’ but what we call ‘just a man tryin’ to make a livin’ for his family sellin’ moonshine liquor,’ it behooves oneself to keep his wits. Long story short, we hear a story too good to be true… it ain’t. Col. Hans Landa: Sitting in your chair, I would probably say the same thing. And 999 point 999 times out of a million, you would be correct. But in the pages of history, every once in a while, fate reaches out and extends its hand. [Landa slowly sweeps his arms out in a grand shrug] Col. Hans Landa: What shall the history books read?
Joseph Goebbels: [in German; subtitled] How many seats in your auditorium? Francesca Mondino: [translates into French] Shosanna Dreyfus: [in French; subtitled] Three hundred and fifty. Francesca Mondino: [translates into German] Joseph Goebbels: That’s almost four hundred less than the Ritz. Fredrick Zoller: [in German] But Herr Goebbels, that’s not such a bad thing. You said yourself you didn’t want to indulge every two-faced French bourgeois taking up space currying favor. With less seats it makes the event more exclusive. You’re not trying to fill the house, they’re fighting for seats. Besides, to hell with the French. This is a German night, a German event, a German celebration. This night is for you, me, the German military, the High Command, their family and friends. The only people who should be allowed in the room are the people who will be moved by the exploits on the screen. Joseph Goebbels: [after a pause] I see your public speaking has improved.
Sgt. Donny Donowitz: Speaking of Frau von Hammersmark, whose idea was it for the death trap rendezvous? Lt. Archie Hicox: She chose the spot. Sgt. Donny Donowitz: Well, isn’t that just dandy! Lt. Archie Hicox: Look, she’s not a military strategist. She’s just an actress. Lt. Aldo Raine: Well, you don’t got to be Stonewall Jackson to know you don’t want to fight in a basement!
Shosanna Dreyfus: My name is Shosanna Dreyfus and THIS is the face… of Jewish vengeance!
Col. Hans Landa: May I smoke my pipe as well? Perrier LaPadite: Please, Colonel, make yourself at home.
[Hans pulls out a very large pipe five times the size of Perrier’s]
Kliest: [in German; subtitled] Mein Führer, do you still wish to see Private Butz?Adolf Hitler: [in German] Who and what is a “Private Butz”?
Bridget von Hammersmark: I can see since you didn’t see what happened inside, the Nazis being there must look odd.Lt. Aldo Raine: Yeah, we got a word for that kinda odd in English. It’s called suspicious.
The Lord of the Rings (2001) Top Quotes and Trailer
Stars: Stars: Elijah Wood, Ian McKellen, Orlando Bloom
Story :In ancient times the Rings of Power were crafted by the Elven-smiths, and Sauron, the Dark Lord, forged the One Ring, filling it with his own power so that he could rule all others. But the One Ring was taken from him, and though he sought it throughout Middle-Earth still it remained lost to him. After many ages it fell, by chance, into the hands of the Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins. On his eleventy-first birthday, Bilbo disappeared, bequeathing to his young nephew, Frodo, the Ruling Ring, and a perilous quest: to journey across Middle-Earth, deep into the shadow of the Dark Lord and destroy the Ring by casting it into the Cracks of Doom.
By The Tolkien Society
The Lord of the Rings (2001) Top Quotes [Gandalf is standing on the bridge, in front of the Balrog] Gandalf: You cannot pass! I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udun! Go back to the shadow. You shall not pass!
Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened. Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case, you were also meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.
Aragorn: Gentlemen, we do not stop ’til nightfall. Pippin: What about breakfast? Aragorn: You’ve already had it. Pippin: We’ve had one, yes. What about second breakfast? [Aragorn turns and walks away] Merry: I don’t think he knows about second breakfast, Pip. Pippin: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn’t he? Merry: I wouldn’t count on it.
Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.Boromir: Our people, our people. I would have followed you, my brother… my captain… my king. Aragorn: Be at peace, Son of Gondor.
Frodo: [of Gollum] It’s a pity Bilbo didn’t kill him when he had the chance. Gandalf: Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo’s hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
Sam: I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise. “Don’t you leave him Samwise Gamgee.” And I don’t mean to. I don’t mean to.
Galadriel: [from prologue] It all began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all. One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father’s sword. And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared a new bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him. The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind; and in the gloom of Gollum’s cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all…
[Aragorn tosses Sam over a gap, and then sets his eyes on Gimli] Gimli: Nobody tosses a Dwarf. [Gimli leaps, but is balancing off the edge, so Legolas grabs his beard] Gimli: Not the beard!
[first lines] Galadriel: The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who, above all else, desire power. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a Master Ring, to control all others. And into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all!
Frodo: You’re late. Gandalf: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.
Boromir: One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its Black Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep, and the Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust, the very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.
Frodo: Go back, Sam. I’m going to Mordor alone. Sam: Of course you are. And I’m coming with you.
Arwen: Do you remember when we first met? Aragorn: I thought I had wandered into a dream. Arwen: Long years have passed. You did not have the cares you carry now. Do you remember what I told you? Aragorn: You said you’d bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people. Arwen: And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. [hands him her pendant] Arwen: I choose a mortal life. Aragorn: You cannot give me this. Arwen: It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart.
Legolas: Lembas! [nibbles a corner] Legolas: One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man! Merry: [to Pippin] How many did you eat? Pippin: Four. [burps]
Aragorn: [to Frodo] If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword… Legolas: And you have my bow. Gimli: And *my* axe. Boromir: You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.
[last lines] Frodo: Mordor… I hope the others find a safer road. Sam: Strider’ll look after them. Frodo: I don’t suppose we’ll ever see them again. Sam: We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may. Frodo: Sam… I’m glad you’re with me. 38 of 38 found this interesting | Share this Gandalf: Fly, you fools! 68 of 70 found this interesting | Share this Sam: This is it. Frodo: This is what? Sam: If I take one more step, it’ll be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been. Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
Galadriel: I know what it is you saw, for it is also in my mind. [telepathically] Galadriel: It is what will come to pass, If you should fail. The Fellowship is breaking, it has already begun. He will try to take the Ring, you know of whom I speak. One by one, it will destroy them. Frodo: [telepathically] If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Ring. Galadriel: You offer it to me freely? I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this. [starts to grow dark] Galadriel: In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair! [she stops] Galadriel: I have passed the test. I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel. Frodo: I cannot do this alone. Galadriel: You are a Ring-bearer, Frodo. To bear a Ring of Power is to be alone. [pulls out her hand] Galadriel: This is Nenya, the Ring of Adamant. And I am it’s keeper. This task was appointed to you, and if you do not find a way, no one will. Frodo: I know what I must do, it’s just that… I’m afraid to do it. Galadriel: Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
Gandalf: [to Frodo] Keep it secret. Keep it safe.
[Frodo hears the ring whispering ominously while the Council argues] Frodo: I will take it! [they don’t hear him; he raises his voice] Frodo: I will take it! [they fall silent, looking at him] Frodo: I will take the Ring to Mordor! [pause] Frodo: Though… I do not know the way.
Aragorn: Are you frightened? Frodo: Yes. Aragorn: Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you.
Aragorn: I swore to protect you. Frodo: Can you protect me from yourself? [holding out the Ring] Frodo: Would you destroy it? The Ring: [whispering] Aragorn… Elessar… Aragorn: [closing Frodo’s hand around the Ring] I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor.
Bilbo: [to his party guests] I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Pippin: [to Elrond] Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of… mission… quest… thing. Merry: Well, that rules you out, Pip.
Boromir: My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing, and our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets? Aragorn: I have seen the White City, long ago. Boromir: One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call: “The Lords of Gondor have returned.”
Frodo: Before you came along, we Bagginses were very well thought of. Gandalf: Indeed? Frodo: Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected. Gandalf: If you’re referring to the incident with the Dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door. Frodo: Whatever you did, you’ve been officially labeled a disturber of the peace.
Gimli: Not the beard!
[Gandalf picks up a book that the skeleton of a Dwarf was holding] Legolas: [to Aragorn] We must move on, we cannot linger. Gandalf: [starts reading from the book] They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes, drums… drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow lurks in the dark. We can not get out… they are coming.
Pippin: Are we lost?Merry: No. Pippin: I think we are. Merry: Shh. Gandalf’s thinkin’. Pippin: Merry? Merry: What? Pippin: I’m hungry.
[Boromir picks up the One Ring after Frodo had lost it]Boromir: It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing.
Legolas: Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore. [Aragorn does not move] Legolas: You mean not to follow them. Aragorn: Frodo’s fate is no longer in our hands. Gimli: Then it has all been in vain. The fellowship has failed. Aragorn: Not if we hold true to each other. [pause] Aragorn: We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let’s hunt some Orc. Gimli: YES!
Gandalf: My dear Frodo. Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you.
[holding the Ring out to Frodo after dropping it in the fire] Gandalf: Hold out your hand, Frodo. It’s quite cool. [Drops the Ring into Frodo’s palm] Gandalf: What do you see? Can you see anything? Frodo: Nothing. There’s nothing. [Gandalf sighs in relief] Frodo: Wait… there are markings. It’s some form of Elvish, I can’t read it. Gandalf: There are few who can. The language is the that of Mordor, which I will not utter here. Frodo: Mordor? Gandalf: In the common tongue it reads “One Ring to Rule Them All. One Ring to Find Them. One Ring to Bring Them All and In The Darkness Bind Them.”
Elrond: His strength returns. Gandalf: That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life. Elrond: And yet, to have come so far, still bearing the Ring, the Hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil. Gandalf: It is a burden he should never have had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo. Elrond: Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron’s forces are massing in the East; his eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin. Gandalf: His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orcs with goblin men. He’s breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring. Elrond: This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to withstand both Mordor and Isengard. Gandalf, the Ring cannot stay here. This evil belongs to all of Middle-Earth. They must decide now how to end it. The time of the Elves is over, my people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we’ve gone? The Dwarves? They toil away in caverns, seeking riches. They care nothing for the troubles of others. Gandalf: It is in Men that we must place our hope. Elrond: Men? Men are weak. The Blood of Numenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of Men the Ring survives. I was there, Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago. I was there the day the strength of Men failed. Elrond: [scene switches to a flashback of Elrond and Isildur] Isildur, hurry, follow me. Elrond: [voiceover] I led Isildur deep into the fires of Mount Doom, where the Ring was forged, the one place it could be destroyed. Elrond: Cast it into the fire! Destroy it! Isildur: No. [walks away] Elrond: Isildur! [cuts back to present] Elrond: Isildur kept the Ring. It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. There’s no strength left in the world of Men. They’re scattered, divided, leaderless. Gandalf: There is one who could unite them. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor. Elrond: He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile.
Frodo: What do you want?Aragorn: A little more caution from you; that is no trinket you carry. Frodo: I carry nothing. Aragorn: Indeed. I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift.
Gandalf: You shall not pass!34 of 36 found this interesting | Share this Gimli: Well, here’s one Dwarf she won’t ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox. [Elves suddenly appear, covering them with arrows at point-blank range] Haldir: The Dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark.
Boromir: They have a cave Troll.17 of 17 found this interesting | Share this [an ominous roar is heard, and fire illuminates the hall of Moria] Boromir: What is this new devilry? Gandalf: A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!
Gimli: [upon leaving Lorien and Galadriel] I have been dealt a wound beyond all healing, for I have looked the last… upon that which was fairest. [sighs] Gimli: Henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me. Legolas: What was it? Gimli: I asked for one hair from her golden head… she gave me three.
Gandalf: There is one other who knew Bilbo had the Ring. I looked everywhere for the creature Gollum, but the enemy found him first. I don’t know how long they tortured him, but through the endless screams and inane babble, they discerned two words: Gollum: SHIRE! BAGGINS! Frodo: Shire? Baggins? But that would lead them here! [Cuts to a Ringwraith cutting off a Hobbit’s head] Frodo: [holding out the Ring] Take it Gandalf! [Gandalf backs away] Frodo: Take it! Gandalf: No, Frodo. Frodo: You must take it! Gandalf: You cannot offer me this ring! Frodo: I’m giving it to you! Gandalf: Don’t… tempt me Frodo! I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand, Frodo. I would use this ring from a desire to do good… But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine.
Bilbo: [voice] It’s a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no telling where you might be swept off to.
[Sam bashes Goblins with his frying pan] Sam: Think I’m gettin’ the hang of this! 14 of 14 found this interesting | Share this [Gandalf snatches Sam, who was sneaking around] Gandalf: Confound it all, Samwise Gamgee. Have you been eavesdropping? Sam: I ain’t been droppin’ no eaves sir, honest. I was just cutting the grass under the window there, if you’ll follow me. Gandalf: A little late for trimming the verge, don’t you think? Sam: I heard raised voices. Gandalf: What did you hear? Speak. Sam: N-nothing important. That is, I heard a good deal about a ring, and a Dark Lord, and something about the end of the world, but… Please, Mr. Gandalf, sir, don’t hurt me. Don’t turn me into anything… unnatural.
Saruman: We must join with Him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend. Gandalf: Tell me, “friend”, when did Saruman the Wise abandon reason for madness?
Bilbo: [answering the knocking on his door] No, thank you. We don’t want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations. Gandalf: [from outside] And what about very old friends?
Frodo: I know what I must do. It’s just… I’m afraid to do it.
Elrond: Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction; none can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo. Boromir: [Frodo puts the ring on a stand for all to see] So it is true. In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky grow dark. But in the West, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying, “The doom is near at hand, Isildur’s Bane is found.” [reaches for the Ring] Boromir: Isildur’s Bane… Aragorn: Boromir! Gandalf: [speaking the words engraved on the Ring] Ash Nazg Durbatuluk, Ash Nazg Gimbatul, Ash Nazg Thrakatuluk, Agh Burzum-ishi Krimpatul. [the light darkens and the air rumbles; Boromir backs away from the Ring] Elrond: Never before has anyone dared utter words of that tongue here, in Imladris. Gandalf: I do not ask for pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The Ring is altogether evil. Boromir: is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him. Aragorn: You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master. Boromir: And what would a Ranger know of this matter? Legolas: This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance. Boromir: Aragorn? This is Isildur’s heir? Legolas: And heir to the throne of Gondor Aragorn: [Elvish] Sit down, Legolas. Boromir: Gondor has no King. Gondor needs no King. Gandalf: Aragorn is right. We cannot use it. Elrond: You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed. Gimli: Then what are we waiting for? [He strikes the ring with his axe; the axe breaks, leaving the ring intact] Elrond: The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. The ring must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this. Boromir: One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten-thousand men could you do this. It is folly. Legolas: Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed! Gimli: And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it? Boromir: And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his? Gimli: I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf! Never trust an Elf! 13 of 13 found this interesting | Share this Gandalf: I think you should leave the ring behind, Bilbo. Is that so hard? Bilbo: Well, no. [frowning] Bilbo: …and yes. Now it comes to it, I don’t feel like parting with it. It’s mine, I found it. It came to me! Gandalf: There’s no need to get angry. Bilbo: Well, if I’m angry, it’s your fault. [to himself] Bilbo: …it’s mine… my own… my precious… Gandalf: Precious? It’s been called that before, but not by you. Bilbo: Oh, what business is it of yours what I do with my own things? Gandalf: I think you’ve had that ring quite long enough. Bilbo: You want it for yourself! Gandalf: BILBO BAGGINS! Do not take me for some conjuror of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you. I’m trying to help you.
[Arwen sneaks up to Aragorn] Arwen: What’s this? A Ranger, caught off his guard?
Arwen: Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur’s heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate. Aragorn: The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness. Arwen: Your time will come. You will face the same evil, and you will defeat it.
Boromir: Frodo… Where is Frodo? Aragorn: I let Frodo go. Boromir: Then you did what I could not.
[the Fellowship members are startled, upon seeing Moria is full of dead Dwarves] Boromir: This is no mine. It’s a tomb.
Bilbo: Mrs Bracegirdle, how nice to see you. Welcome welcome. Are all these children yours? Mrs. Bracegirdle: Yeah. Bilbo: Good gracious, you have been productive.
[Goblins breaking the doors] Gimli: Let them come. There is one Dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath.
Saruman: Do you know how the Orcs first came into being? They were elves once, taken by the dark powers, tortured and mutilated. A ruined and terrible form of life. Now… perfected. My fighting Uruk-Hai. Whom do you serve? Lurtz: Saruman!
Gimli: Dwarf doors are invisible when closed. Gandalf: Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten. Legolas: Why doesn’t that surprise me? 10 of 10 found this interesting | Share this
Witch-King: Give up the Halfling, She-Elf! Arwen: [draws her sword] If you want him, come and claim him!
Bilbo: I’m old, Gandalf. I know I don’t look it, but I’m beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel… thin. Sort of stretched, like… butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don’t expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.
Hero Orc: The trees are strong, my lord. Their roots go deep. Saruman: Rip them all down.
Gandalf: I think there’s more to this Hobbit than meets the eye.
Galadriel: [from prologue] For the time would soon come when Hobbits would shape the fortunes of all.
Saruman: [voiceover] Moria… You fear to go into those mines. The Dwarves delved too greedily and too deep. You know what they awoke in the darkness of Khazad-dum… shadow and flame.
Gandalf: Frodo suspects something. Bilbo: Of course he does, he’s a Baggins, not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle. 9 of 9 found this interesting | Share this
Legolas: A lament for Gandalf… [heard in the background] Merry: What do they say about him? Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.
Gimli: If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they’re not, I’d say we were taking the long way around.
[Bilbo enters his house, satisfied because of his escape from his own birtday party] Gandalf: I suppose you think that was terribly clever.
Frodo: [listening to the shrieks of the Black Riders] What are they? Aragorn: They were once Men. Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question, one by one falling into darkness. Now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul, Ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you.
[Frodo wanders in the woods. Boromir comes up behind him, gathering wood] Boromir: None of us should wander alone, you least of all. Frodo? I know you suffer, I see it day by day. Are you sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo, other paths we might take. Frodo: I know what you would say, and it would seem like wisdom, but for the warning in my heart. Boromir: Warning? Against what? We are all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have… don’t you see? That is madness! Frodo: There is no other way. Boromir: I ask only for the strength to defend my people! [approaches Frodo] Boromir: If you would but lend me the Ring… Frodo: [backs away] No! Boromir: Why do you recoil? I am no thief. Frodo: You are not yourself. Boromir: What chance do you think you have? They will find you. They will take the Ring. And you will beg for death before the end! 8 of 8 found this interesting | Share this Galadriel: [to Fellowship] The Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true. 8 of 8 found this interesting | Share this [holding up a mail shirt] Bilbo: Here’s a pretty thing: Mithril. As light as a feather, and as hard as dragon-scales. 8 of 8 found this interesting | Share this Gollum: It came to me, my own, my love… my… preciousssss. 8 of 8 found this interesting | Share this Bilbo: [enigmatically] You’re a good lad, Frodo. I’m very selfish, you know. Yes, I am. Very selfish. I don’t know why I took you in after your mother and father died but it wasn’t out of charity. I think it was because… of all my numerous relations, you were the one Baggins that showed real spirit. Frodo: Bilbo, have you been at the Gaffer’s home brew? Bilbo: No. [pause] Bilbo: Well, yes, but that’s not the point…
Gandalf: For sixty years, the Ring lay quiet in Bilbo’s keeping, prolonging his life, delaying old age. But no longer, Frodo. Evil is stirring in Mordor. The Ring has awoken. It’s heard its Master’s call. Frodo: But he was destroyed. Sauron was destroyed. Gandalf: No, Frodo. The spirit of Sauron endured. His life force is bound to the Ring and the Ring survived. Sauron has returned. His Orcs have multiplied. His fortress of Barad-Dur is rebuilt in the land of Mordor. Sauron needs only this Ring to cover all the lands with a second darkness. He is seeking it, seeking it, all his thought is bent on it. The Ring yearns to go home, to return to the hand of its Master. They are one, the Ring and the Dark Lord. Frodo, he must never find it.
Gimli: [upon entering Moria] Soon Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone.
Elrond: [to Gandalf] Men? Men are weak.
Saruman: Concealed within his fortress, the lord of Mordor sees all. His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth, and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf: a great Eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.
[Sam jumps from his hiding place] Sam: Hey. Mr. Frodo’s not going anywhere without me. Elrond: No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.
[Horn blowing in distance] Legolas: The Horn of Gondor. Aragorn: Boromir!
[Frodo awakens to hear Aragorn singing in the dark] Frodo: Who is she? This woman you sing of? Aragorn: ‘Tis the Lay of Lúthien. The Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal. Frodo: What happened to her? Aragorn: She died. [He sighs, turns back to Frodo] Aragorn: Get some sleep, Frodo.
[the Hobbits mourn the loss of Gandalf] Aragorn: Legolas, get them up! Boromir: Give them a moment for pity’s sake! Aragorn: By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs!… We must reach the woods of Lothlórien.
Aragorn: Boromir! Give the Ring to Frodo.
Bilbo: My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots! Everard Proudfoot: Proudfeet!
Gandalf: Always remember, Frodo, the Ring is trying to get back to its master. It wants to be found.
Saruman: [to Gandalf] Against the power of Mordor there can be no victory.
Gandalf: [running from the Balrog] Lead them on, Aragorn. The bridge is near. Do as I say! Swords are no more use here!
Gandalf: [pointing to a tunnel] There! Merry: He remembered! Gandalf: No, but the air doesn’t smell so foul here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.
Gandalf: Well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as it has these past age, full of its own comings and goings, scarcely aware of the existence of Hobbits… for which I am very thankful.
Gandalf: Two eyes, as often as I can spare them.
Saruman: [to Gandalf] I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly, but you have elected the way of pain!
Gandalf: Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.
[on the mountain] Legolas: There is a fell voice on the air. Gandalf: It’s Saruman! [avalanches start] Aragorn: He’s trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back! Gandalf: No!
[Frodo puts out a campfire] Pippin: Oh… That’s nice. Ash on my tomatoes!
Legolas: Something draws near. I can feel it.
Saruman: [to Gandalf] You did not seriously think that a Hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron, there are none that can.
Gandalf: [to Pippin] Fool of a Took. Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity.
Gandalf: [speaking the words engraved on the Ring] Ash Nazg Durbatuluk, Ash Nazg Gimbatul, Ash Nazg Thrakatuluk, Agh Burzum-ishi Krimpatul. [the light darkens and the air rumbles] Elrond: Never before has any one dared utter the words of that tongue here in Imladris. Gandalf: I do not ask for pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West.
[the Fellowship exits Rivendell, with Frodo in front] Frodo: Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right? Gandalf: Left.
[about the passing Wood-elves] Frodo: They’re going to the harbor beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens. Sam: They’re leaving Middle-earth. Frodo: Never to return. Sam: I don’t know why – it makes me sad.
Galadriel: [to Frodo] I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
Frodo: I miss the Shire. I spent all my life pretending I was off somewhere else. Off with you, on one of your adventures. But my own adventure turned out to be quite different. I’m not like you, Bilbo.
[Merry appears with a large jug of ale] Pippin: What’s that? Merry: This, my friend, is a pint. Pippin: It comes in pints? Merry: [confirms while drinking] Pippin: I’m getting one.
Gandalf: They are one; the ring and the Dark Lord. Frodo, he must never find it. Frodo: [gets up to hide the ring] All right. We’ll put it away. We’ll keep it hidden, we’ll never speak of it again. No one knows it’s here, do they? [Gandalf doesn’t answer] Frodo: Do they, Gandalf?
Galadriel: [to Aragorn] We shall not meet again, Elessar.
[Gandalf touches the stone surface of the walls of Moria] Gandalf: Now, let’s see… Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight and moonlight. [moonlight shines on the wall, and the doors are revealed] Gandalf: It reads: The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter. Merry: What d’you suppose that means? Gandalf: Oh, it’s quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open.
Gandalf: [to Saruman] There is only one Lord of the Ring, only one who can bend it to his will, and he does not share power. Saruman: So you have chosen… death.
Gandalf: [to Frodo] Is it secret? Is it safe?
Bilbo: I’ve thought of an ending for my book – “And he lived happily ever after… to the end of his days.”
Sam: Trust a Brandybuck and a Took. Merry: What? That was just a detour, a shortcut. Sam: Shortcut to what? Pippin: Mushrooms!
[Merry and Pippin are leading the Uruks away from Frodo] Pippin: It’s working! Merry: I know it’s working! Run!
Saruman: [to Gandalf] Your love of the Halfings’ leaf has clearly slowed your mind.
Frodo: [to Boromir] I know what you would say, and it would seem like wisdom, but for the warning in my heart.
Frodo: What news of the outside world? Tell me everything. Gandalf: Everything? You are far too eager and curious for a Hobbit. Most unnatural.
Boromir: The world of Men will fall, and all will come to darkness, my city to ruin. Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.
Bilbo: [to Frodo] I am sorry I brought this upon you, my boy. I’m sorry that… you must carry this burden. I’m sorry for everything.
Merry: That black rider was looking for something. Or someone. Frodo?
Sauron: You cannot hide. I see you. There is no life in the void. Only death.
Gandalf: [after failing to open the magical doors of Moria] I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves… Men… and Orcs. Pippin: What are you going to do, then? Gandalf: Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words.
Aragorn: [of Boromir] They will look for his coming from the White Tower. But he will not return.
[after Frodo is stabbed by the Witch King] Aragorn: Sam, do you know the Athelas plant? Sam: Athelas? Aragorn: Kingsfoil. Sam: Kingsfoil, aye, it’s a weed. Aragorn: It may help to slow the poison. Hurry! 5 of 5 found this interesting | Share this [after falling down a hill] Merry: I think I’ve broken something. pulls out a broken carrot
[Aragorn and Hobbits are being harassed by marsh insects] Merry: What do they eat when they can’t get Hobbit?
Galadriel: For you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope, made of hithline. Sam: Thank You M’Lady… Have you ran out of those nice shiny daggers?
Rose ‘Rosie’ Cotton: Good night, lads. Sam, Frodo: Good night. Ted Sandyman: [kneels before Rosie] Good night, sweet maiden of the golden ale. Sam: Oi, mind who you’re sweet talking! Frodo: Don’t worry Sam, Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one. Sam: …does she?
Frodo: We must leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree. Merry: Right… Buckleberry Ferry! Follow me!
Frodo: Gandalf, I’m glad you’re back. Gandalf: So am I, dear boy. So am I.
Aragorn: [to Boromir] I will not lead the Ring within a hundred leagues of your city.
Aragorn: [after Frodo is stabbed by a cave Troll] You should be dead. That spear would have skewered a wild boar.
Boromir: Gandalf’s death was not in vain. Nor would he have you give up hope. You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Don’t carry the weight of the dead.
Elrond: Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring. Pippin: Great! Where are we going?
voiceover: [from prologue] And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend; legend became myth.
Frodo: We’re friends of Gandalf the Grey, can you tell him we’ve arrived? Barliman Butterbur: Gandalf? Gandalf… Oh, yes, I remember! Elderly chap, big gray beard, pointy hat. Not seen him for six months.
[the Fellowship is walking through Lothlorien] Gimli: They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell… and are never seen again.
[Hobbits and Aragorn leave Bree] Frodo: Where are you taking us? Aragorn: Into the wild. 4 of 4 found this interesting | Share this Elrond: There’s no strength left in the world of Men.
[Boromir holds up a piece of the legendary sword Narsil] [he touches the blade and accidentally cuts himself a little] Boromir: Still sharp.
Sam: [sees the walls of Moria] There’s an eye-opener, and no mistake.
Saruman: [to the Uruk-hai hunting party] Hunt them down. Do not stop until they are found. You do not know pain, you do not know fear. You will taste man-flesh!
[to Frodo] Boromir: I ask only for the strength to defend my people.
Gimli: You are full of surprises, Master Baggins.
Legolas: We must move on. We cannot linger.
Sam: [of Gandalf] They should do a bit about his fireworks. The finest rockets ever seen burst in colors of blue and green, then after that were silver showers that came falling like a rain of flowers. Oh no, that doesn’t to them any justice.
[the Fellowship is deciding whether to go through Moria, or continue over the mountain] Gandalf: Let the Ring-bearer decide. Frodo: We will go through the mines. Gandalf: So be it.
Saruman: The hour is later than you think. Sauron’s forces are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Morgul. Gandalf: The Nine? Saruman: They crossed the River Isen on Midsummer’s Eve, disguised as riders in black. Gandalf: They’ve reached the Shire? Saruman: They will find the Ring, and kill the one who carries it.
[before his 111th birthday party] Bilbo: Gandalf, my old friend, this will be a night to remember.
Frodo: I think we should get off the road [feels the Wraith’s presence]
Christian Friedel, Ernst Jacobi, Leonie Benesch The action takes place in a German village in the fifteen months that precede World War I.
Among the people who live there are a baron, who is a large landowner and a local moral authority, his estate manager, a pastor with his many children, a widowed doctor and a schoolteacher who is thinking of getting married. It is he who, many years later, tells this story.
Though everything seems to be quiet and orderly, as it always has been, with the seasons following each other, and good harvests following bad ones, suddenly some strange events start to occur. If some appear to be quite ordinary, even accidental — a farmer’s wife dies falling through rotten floorboards — others are inexplicable and may well be malevolent.
Thus, a wire placed at knee-height has brought down the horse being ridden by the doctor, who is severely wounded.
There’s more of the same: an unknown hand opens a window to expose a newborn baby to the intense cold of the winter. A whole field of cabbages, on the baron’s land, are beheaded with a scythe. One of the Baron’s sons disappears: he is found his feet and hands bound, his buttocks lashed by a whip. A barn belonging to the manor is set on fire. A farmer hangs himself. A midwife’s handicapped child is found tied to a tree, in a forest, seriously beaten, with a threatening message on his chest speaking of divine punishment.
The village is worried, and at a loss as to what to do. The baron whose wife will soon leave the village to go to live in Italy makes a speech in the church, but it has no effect. The pastor, a particularly strict character, had since the beginning of the events, tied a white ribbon to the arm of his two eldest children, a boy and a girl: it is to remind them permanently of their duties to purity. In spite of these ribbons, his own family is not spared. His eldest son admits that he masturbates. The pastor’s pet bird is stabbed with a scissor by the pastor’s daughter.
The schoolteacher, whose pupils are growing more and more unruly, and who is considering getting married (it is the only love-story in the film), starts little by little to unravel the mystery. What he discovers seems incredible to him: those guilty of most of these misdeeds are the village children. They have formed a secret society and their leader seems to be Klara, the pastor’s daughter.
Why did the children behave this way? The schoolteacher can’t say. They are haunted by dark feelings, fears, a desire to revolt, to dominate, to conceal, to be violent. All this is heralding something that will explode fifteen or twenty years later, when this generation has grown up.
The schoolteacher tries to reveal what he thinks he has found out to the pastor. He is rebuffed. There’s no question of bringing that out into the open. The pastor insults him, and even threatens to report him. Our children guilty? It’s inconceivable.
We learn that the Archduke of Austria has been murdered by a Serbian in Sarajevo. An international crisis is brewing.
The worries and the dramas of the village are soon lost in the strange excitement of the coming war. Later, the schoolteacher ponders over it again: didn’t those events contain the germs of the tragedies that followed? Weren’t the barbaric acts of the children, deep down, the natural consequences of what they had been taught?
The White Ribbon (2009) Top Quotes
Martin: I gave God a chance to kill me. He didn’t do it, so he’s pleased with me.
The Doctor: My God, why don’t you just die?
The Narrator: I don’t know if the story that I want to tell you, reflects the truth in every detail. Much of it I only know by hearsay, and a lot of it remains obscure to me even today, and I must leave it in darkness. Many of these questions remain without answer. But I believe I must tell of the strange events that occurred in our village, because they may cast a new light on some of the goings-on in this country…
Irreversible (2002) Top Quotes and Review starred by
Stars:Stars: Monica Bellucci, Vincent Cassel, Albert Dupontel
Review : A lot has been said about this movie. Yes, there are a couple of brutal and violent scenes. It’s even hard to watch at times, but Irreversible is much more than that.
I personally think that the acting is great. There’s a natural chemistry between the 3 main characters. Monica Bellucci does a wonderful job as Alex. I give her a lot credit for being involved in such difficult role.
I really like the way the story was told. Some people say that it’s a rip off of Memento, and that it doesn’t work well in this movie, but I have to disagree. The movie “starts” in a dark way, with a lot of graphic images and violence. But at the end there’s this kind of peace, a little dose of happiness…”the calm before the storm”. It works really well, and that’s what make this a really sad story.
I really recommend this film. But like I said before, it can be hard to watch. Just watch it with an open mind and give it a try. Irreversible (2002) Top Quotes
Philippe: Time destroys everything.
Marcus: I want to fuck your ass. Alex: I thought you were romantic.
[to Alex, just before she is raped in the underpass] Woman on Street: Take the underpass. It’s safer.
[First lines] Philippe: You want me to say it? Time destroys everything. 8 of 8 found this interesting | Share this Mourad: With a little money, we can help you get revenge. The assailant drew blood. Blood calls for revenge. Vengeance is a human right.
[On getting revenge for Alex] Mourad: This is a man’s business. No pussies allowed.
Marcus: Who are you? Mourad: Who am I? Until proof of the contrary, I can be your best friend.
Pierre: You’re behaving like an animal. Even animals don’t seek revenge.
Alex: You know what people say? There are no women who can’t come, only men who can’t fuck.
Mourad: The woman who was attacked is someone you know? You don’t feel very good? It’s tough… You always think it only happens to other people, but if it happens to you, you are helplessly lost.
Marcus: Off to The Rectum!
Alex: I’ve been reading the most amazing book. Marcus: So what is it? Alex: It says that the future is already written. It’s all there. And the proof lies in premonitory dreams. Pierre: Wow! It’s putting us to sleep already! Marcus: Even dreams are bad news. Pierre: I often dream I’m sleeping. It’s my only dream. Alex: Well, at least you relax!
[looking at Alex and a few girls dancing together] Pierre: Look how beautiful she is. Marcus: Look how beautiful THEY are! A blonde! A brunette! A blonde! A brunette!
Mick: Please! Stop! Pierre: Faggot!
Le Tenia: You think the world revolves around you? Because you’re beautiful? Fucking sow.
Marcus: Why don’t you rummage through your shitass genetic code?
Fistman: Are you a soldier? Good soldiers get fucked to death!
Marcus: [dancing with Alex] Say my name… Marcus… Marcus…
In the early 1980s, Georg Dreyman (a successful dramatist) and his longtime companion Christa-Maria Sieland (a popular actress), were huge intellectual stars in (former) East Germany, although they secretly don’t always toe the party line. One day, the Minister of Culture becomes interested in Christa, so the secret service agent Wiesler is instructed to observe and sound out the couple, but their life fascinates him more and more.
[last lines] Buchverkäufer: 29.80. Would you like it gift wrapped? Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: No. It’s for me.
[Wiesler enters the elevator at his apartment building. A young boy with a ball joins him]Junge mit Ball: Are you really with the Stasi? Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Do you even know what the Stasi is? Junge mit Ball: Yes. They’re bad men who put people in prison, says my dad. Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: I see. What is the name of your… [pauses] Junge mit Ball: My what? Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: [thinks for a few more seconds] Ball. What’s the name of your ball? Junge mit Ball: You’re funny. Balls don’t have names.
Georg Dreyman: You know what Lenin said about Beethoven’s Appassionata, ‘If I keep listening to it, I won’t finish the revolution.’ Can anyone who has heard this music, I mean truly heard it, really be a bad person?
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Madam? Christa-Maria Sieland: Go away. I want to be alone. Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Madam Sieland? Christa-Maria Sieland: Do we know each other? Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: You don’t know me, but I know you. Many people love you for who you are. Christa-Maria Sieland: Actors are never “who they are.” Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: You are. I’ve seen you on stage. You were more who you are than you are now. Christa-Maria Sieland: So you know what I’m like. Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: I’m your audience. Christa-Maria Sieland: I have to go. Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Where to? Christa-Maria Sieland: I’m meeting an old classmate. I… Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: You see? Just now, you weren’t being yourself. Christa-Maria Sieland: No? Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: No. Christa-Maria Sieland: So you know her well, this Christa-Maria Sieland. What do you think – would she hurt someone who loves her above all else? Would she sell herself for art? Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: For art? You already have art. That’d be a bad deal. You are a great artist. Don’t you know that? Christa-Maria Sieland: And you are a good man.
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: An innocent prisoner will become more angry by the hour due to the injustice suffered. He will shout and rage. A guilty prisoner becomes more calm and quiet. Or he cries. He knows he’s there for a reason. The best way to establish guilt or innocence is non-stop interrogation.
Georg Dreyman: The state office for statistics on Hans-Beimler street counts everything; knows everything: how many pairs of shoes I buy a year: 2.3, how many books I read a year: 3.2 and how many students graduate with perfect marks: 6,347. But there’s one statistic that isn’t collected there, perhaps because such numbers cause even paper-pushers pain: and that is the suicide rate.
Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: I have to show you something: “Prison Conditions for Subversive Artists: Based on Character Profile”. Pretty scientific, eh? And look at this: “Dissertation Supervisor, A. Grubitz”. That’s great, isn’t it? I only gave him a B. They shouldn’t think getting a doctorate with me is easy. But his is first-class. Did you know that there are just five types of artists? Your guy, Dreyman, is a Type 4, a “hysterical anthropocentrist.” Can’t bear being alone, always talking, needing friends. That type should never be brought to trial. They thrive on that. Temporary detention is the best way to deal with them. Complete isolation and no set release date. No human contact the whole time, not even with the guards. Good treatment, no harassment, no abuse, no scandals, nothing they could write about later. After 10 months, we release. Suddenly, that guy won’t cause us any more trouble. Know what the best part is? Most type 4s we’ve processed in this way never write anything again. Or paint anything, or whatever artists do. And that without any use of force. Just like that. Kind of like a present.
Unterleutnant Axel Stigler: [enthusiastic] I’ve got a new one. So… Honecker comes into his office in the morning… opens the window, looks at the sun, and says… Unterleutnant Axel Stigler: [starts to worry] … eh… what is it? Unterleutnant Axel Stigler: [startled] Oh, excuse me. That was… I’m just… I… Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: [tries to put Stigler at ease] No no no, please colleague. We can still laugh about our state officials. Don’t worry. Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: [almost laughing] I probably know it already anyway. Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: [encouraging] Come on! Tell it. Unterleutnant Axel Stigler: [feeling more comfortable] Well… Honecker, I mean… the General Secretary… sees the sun, and says, ‘Good morning dear sun!’ Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: [with high pitch mocking voice] ‘Good morning dear sun!’ Unterleutnant Axel Stigler: …and the sun answered, ‘Good morning dear Erich!’ At afternoon Erich sees the sun again and says, ‘Good day dear sun’ And the sun says: ‘Good day dear Erich!’ After work Honecker goes back to the window and says, ‘Good evening dear sun!’ But the sun doesn’t answer! So he says again, ‘Good evening dear sun, what’s wrong?’ And the sun answered and said, ‘Oh, kiss my ass, I’m in the West now!’ [laughing] Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: Name? [becoming deadly serious] Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: Rank? Department? Unterleutnant Axel Stigler: [frightened] Me? Stigler, 2nd Lieutenant Alex Stigler. Department M. Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: [almost sighing] Don’t need to tell you what this means for your career, what you just did. Unterleutnant Axel Stigler: [scared, slightly angry] Please Lieutenant Colonel… I just… Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: [angry] You just mocked our party! That was political agitation! Surely just the tip of the iceberg! I am going to report this to the minister’s office. Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: [starts laughing] Hahahaha! I was just kidding! Pretty good, huh? Yours was good too. But I’ve got a better one. What is the difference between Erich Honecker and a telephone? [pauses] Oberstleutnant Anton Grubitz: Nothing! Hang up… try again. Hahaha!
Georg Dreyman: You are a great artist. I know that, and your audience knows it, too. You don’t need him. You don’t need him. Stay here. Don’t go to him. Christa-Maria Sieland: No? I don’t need him? Don’t I need this whole system? What about you? Then you don’t need it either, or need it even less. But you get in bed with them, too. Why do you do it? Because they can destroy you too, despite your talent and your faith. Because they decide what we play, who is to act, and who can direct. 6 of 6 found this interesting | Share this Georg Dreyman: I want to ask you one thing. Minister Bruno Hempf: Anything, my dear Dreyman. Georg Dreyman: Why wasn’t my flat wired? Everyone was under surveillance. Why not me? Minister Bruno Hempf: [whispers] You were under full surveillance. We knew everything about you. Georg Dreyman: Full surveillance? Minister Bruno Hempf: The whole place was bugged. The works. Georg Dreyman: Impossible. Minister Bruno Hempf: Take a look behind your light switches. We knew everything. We even knew that you weren’t man enough to satisfy our little Christa. Georg Dreyman: [contemptuously] To think that people like you ruled a country.
[first lines] Guard: [subtitled version] Stand still. Eyes to the floor. [pause] Guard: Walk on.
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Socialism has to start somewhere.
Starred by : Christian Bale, Justin Theroux,and Josh Lucas
Patrick Bateman is handsome, well educated and intelligent. He is twenty-seven and living his own American dream. He works by day on Wall Street, earning a fortune to complement the one he was born with. At night he descends into madness, as he experiments with fear and violence. by lion films
American Psycho (2000) Top Quotes
[Recurring line] Patrick Bateman: I have to return some videotapes.
[last lines]Patrick Bateman: There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
Patrick Bateman: I like to dissect girls. Did you know I’m utterly insane?
Patrick Bateman: Howard, it’s Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You’re my lawyer so I think you should know: I’ve killed a lot of people. Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I killed another girl with a chainsaw, I had to, she almost got away and uh someone else there I can’t remember maybe a model, but she’s dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell’s Kitchen. I don’t want to leave anything out here. I guess I’ve killed maybe 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um… I ate some of their brains, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of people. And I’m not sure I’m gonna get away with it this time. I guess I’ll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I’m a pretty uh, I mean I guess I’m a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry’s Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open.
Patrick Bateman: Ask me a question. Club Patron: So, what do you do? Patrick Bateman: I’m into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly. Club Patron: Do you like it? Patrick Bateman: Well, it depends. Why? Club Patron: Well, most guys I know who are in Mergers and Acquisitions really don’t like it.
Patrick Bateman: Do you like Huey Lewis and The News? Paul Allen: They’re OK. Patrick Bateman: Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in ’83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He’s been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor. Paul Allen: Hey Halberstram. Patrick Bateman: Yes, Allen? Paul Allen: Why are there copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something? Patrick Bateman: No, Allen. Paul Allen: Is that a rain coat? Patrick Bateman: Yes it is! In ’87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is “Hip to be Square”, a song so catchy, most people probably don’t listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it’s not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it’s also a personal statement about the band itself. [raises axe above head] Patrick Bateman: Hey Paul! [he bashes Allen in the head with the axe, and blood splatters over him] Patrick Bateman: TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW, YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD! YOU, FUCKING BASTARD!
Patrick Bateman: There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.
Patrick Bateman: You’re a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood.
Patrick Bateman: I live in the American Gardens Building on W. 81st Street on the 11th floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I’m 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I’ll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now. After I remove the ice pack I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.
Patrick Bateman: I’m fucking serious. It’s fucking over, us, this is no joke. I don’t think we should see each other any more. Evelyn Williams: But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I really don’t think it would work. You have a little something… Patrick Bateman: I know that your friends are my friends and, uh… I’ve thought about that. You can have ’em.
ATM Machine: Feed me a stray cat.
Waiter: Would you like to hear today’s specials? Patrick Bateman: Not if you want to keep your spleen.
Patrick Bateman: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women? David Van Patten: Ed Gein? The maitre ‘d at Canal Bar? Patrick Bateman: No, serial killer, Wisconsin, the ’50s. Craig McDermott: So what did he say? Patrick Bateman: “When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part wants me to take her out, talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right.” David Van Patten: And what did the other part think? Patrick Bateman: “What her head would look like on a stick… “ [laughs]
Patrick Bateman: I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don’t know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
Jean: What’s that? Patrick Bateman: Duct tape. I need it for… taping something.
Patrick Bateman: [after being kicked in the face by Christie the call girl] Not the face! You bitch! Not the fucking face, you piece of bitch trash!
Patrick Bateman: Do you like Phil Collins? I’ve been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn’t understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins’ presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group’s undisputed masterpiece. It’s an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don’t you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I’ve heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins’ solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don’t just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
Patrick Bateman: New card. What do you think? Craig McDermott: Whoa-ho. Very nice. Look at that. Patrick Bateman: Picked them up from the printer’s yesterday. David Van Patten: Good coloring. Patrick Bateman: That’s bone. And the lettering is something called Silian Rail. David Van Patten: It’s very cool, Bateman, but that’s nothing. Look at this. Timothy Bryce: That is really nice. David Van Patten: Eggshell with Romalian type. What do you think? Patrick Bateman: Nice. Timothy Bryce: Jesus. That is really super. How’d a nitwit like you get so tasteful? Patrick Bateman: [Thinking] I can’t believe that Bryce prefers Van Patten’s card to mine. Timothy Bryce: But wait. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Raised lettering, pale nimbus. White. Patrick Bateman: Impressive. Very nice. David Van Patten: Hmm. Patrick Bateman: Let’s see Paul Allen’s card. Patrick Bateman: [Thinking] Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh, my God. It even has a watermark. Luis Carruthers: Is something wrong, Patrick? You’re sweating.
Patrick Bateman: Hey, I’m a child of divorce, gimme a break!
Evelyn Williams: You’re inhuman. Patrick Bateman: No… I’m in touch with humanity.
Patrick Bateman: Come on, Bryce. There are a lot more important problems than Sri Lanka to worry about. Timothy Bryce: Like what? Patrick Bateman: Well, we have to end apartheid for one. And slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights, while also promoting equal rights for women. We have to encourage a return to traditional moral values. Most importantly, we have to promote general social concern and less materialism in young people. Luis Carruthers: [feigning tears] Patrick. How thought-provoking.
Patrick Bateman: I’m on a diet. Jean: What, you’re kidding, right? You look great… so fit… and thin. Patrick Bateman: Well, you can always be thinner… look better. Jean: Then maybe we shouldn’t go out to dinner. I wouldn’t want you to lose your willpower. Patrick Bateman: That’s okay. I’m not very good at controlling it anyway.
Patrick Bateman: [voice-over] There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul’s apartment overlooks the park… and is obviously more expensive than mine.
Patrick Bateman: He was into that whole Yale thing. Donald Kimball: Yale thing? Patrick Bateman: Yeah, Yale thing. Donald Kimball: What whole Yale thing? Patrick Bateman: Well, for one thing, I think he was probably a closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine. That whole Yale thing.
Patrick Bateman: I think, um, Evelyn that, uh, we’ve lost touch. Evelyn Williams: Why? What’s wrong? Patrick Bateman: My need to engage in homicidal behaviour on a massive scale cannot be corrected but, uh, I have no other way to fulfill my needs.
Patrick Bateman: Don’t you want to know what I do? Christie: No. No, not really. Patrick Bateman: Well, I work on Wall Street… for Pierce & Pierce. Have you heard of it? [the girls shake their heads. Patrick’s jaw tightens] Christie: You have a really nice place here, Paul. How much did you pay for it? Patrick Bateman: Well, actually, that’s none of your business, Christie. But I can assure you, it certainly wasn’t cheap.
[Just after breaking up] Evelyn Williams: Where are you going? Patrick Bateman: I am just leaving. Evelyn Williams: But where? Patrick Bateman: I have to return some videotapes.
Patrick Bateman: I don’t want to get you drunk, but, ah, that’s a very fine Chardonnay you’re not drinking.
Luis Carruthers: Patrick? Is that you?
Patrick Bateman: No Luis. It’s not me. You’re mistaken.
David Van Patten: They don’t have a good bathroom to do coke in. Craig McDermott: Are you sure that’s Paul Allen over there? Timothy Bryce: Yes. McDufus, I am. Craig McDermott: He’s handling the Fisher account. Timothy Bryce: Lucky bastard. Craig McDermott: Lucky Jew bastard. Patrick Bateman: Jesus, McDermott, what does that have to do with anything? Craig McDermott: I’ve seen that bastard sitting in his office, talking on the phone to the CEOs, spinning a fucking menorah. Patrick Bateman: Not a menorah. You spin a dreidel. Craig McDermott: Oh, my God. Bateman, do you want me to fry you up some fucking potato pancakes? Some latkes? Patrick Bateman: No. Just cool it with the anti-Semitic remarks. Craig McDermott: Oh, I forgot. Bateman’s dating someone from the ACLU. Timothy Bryce: The voice of reason… the boy next door. [looks at restaurant bill] Timothy Bryce: Speaking of reasonable, only $570…
[Looking at Paul Allen’s business card] Patrick Bateman: Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!
Patrick Bateman: Evelyn, I’m sorry. I just, uh… you’re not terribly important to me.
Patrick Bateman: [voiceover] I’m on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Espace, since I’m positive we won’t have a decent table. But we do, and relief washes over me in an awesome wave.
Patrick Bateman: I know my behavior can be… *erratic* sometimes.
Donald Kimball: Huey Lewis and the News. Great stuff! I just bought it on my way here. You heard it? Patrick Bateman: Never. I mean I don’t really like singers. Donald Kimball: Not a big music fan, huh? Patrick Bateman: No, I like music. Just they’re… Huey’s too black sounding for me.
Luis Carruthers: Patrick, where did you get that overnight bag? Patrick Bateman: [Throws dead body in the trunk and slams it] Jean Paul Gaultier.
Evelyn Williams: Thousands of roses and lots of chocolate truffles. Godiva, and oysters in the half-shell. Patrick Bateman: [Bateman narrating] I’m trying to listen to the new Robert Palmer tape, but Evelyn, my supposed fiancée, keeps buzzing in my ear. Evelyn Williams: Annie Leibovitz. We’ll get Annie Leibovitz. And we’ll have to get someone to videotape. Patrick, we should do it. Patrick Bateman: Do what? Evelyn Williams: Get married. Have a wedding. Patrick Bateman: No, I can’t take the time off work. Evelyn Williams: Your father practically owns the company. You can do anything you like, silly. Patrick Bateman: I don’t want to talk about it. Evelyn Williams: You hate that job anyway. I don’t see why you just don’t quit. Patrick Bateman: Because I want to fit in.
David Van Patten: What are you so fucking zany about? Patrick Bateman: I’m just a happy camper! Rockin’ and a-rollin’!
Patrick Bateman: You’re dating Luis, he’s in Arizona. You’re fucking me and we haven’t made plans. What could you possibly be up to tonight?
Patrick Bateman: I think if you stay, something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. You don’t want to get hurt, do you? Jean: No. No, I guess not. I don’t want to get bruised.
Evelyn Williams: What does Mr. Grinch want for Christmas? And don’t say breast implants again.
Patrick Bateman: Paul Allen has mistaken me for this dickhead Marcus Halberstram. It seems logical because Marcus also works at P&P and in fact does the same exact thing I do and he also has a penchant for Valentino suits and Oliver Peoples glasses. Marcus and I even go to the same barber, although I have a slightly better haircut.
Craig McDermott: If they have a great personality and they’re not great looking… then who fucking cares? Patrick Bateman: Well, let’s just say hypotetically ok? What if they have a great personality? [pause, all laugh] Patrick Bateman: I know, I know. [all in unison] Patrick Bateman, Craig McDermott, David Van Patten: There are no girls with good personalities. David Van Patten: A good personality consists of a chick with a little hard body, who will satisfy all sexual demands without being too slutty about things, and who essentially will keep her dumb fucking mouth shut. Craig McDermott: The only girls with good personalities who are smart or maybe funny or halfway intelligent or talented, though god knows what the fuck that means, are ugly chicks. David Van Patten: Absolutely. Craig McDermott: And this is because they have to make up for how fucking unnattractive they are.
Courtney Rawlinson: Stop it, I’m… Patrick Bateman: – on a lot of lithium?
Donald Kimball: When was the last time you were with Paul Allen? Patrick Bateman: We’d gone to a new musical called ‘Oh Africa, Brave Africa’. It was a laugh riot.
Jean: Are you dating anyone? Patrick Bateman: Maybe. I don’t know… Not really.
Patrick Bateman: Pumpkin, you’re dating the biggest dickweed in New York. Pumpkin, you’re dating a tumbling, tumbling dickweed. Courtney Rawlinson: Patrick, stop calling me pumpkin, OK?
Patrick Bateman: Did you know that Whitney Houston’s debut LP, called simply Whitney Houston had 4 number one singles on it? Did you know that, Christie? Elizabeth: [laughing] You actually listen to Whitney Houston? You own a Whitney Houston CD? More than one? Patrick Bateman: It’s hard to choose a favorite among so many great tracks, but “The Greatest Love of All” is one of the best, most powerful songs ever written about self-preservation, dignity. Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills one with the hope that it’s not too late to better ourselves. Since, Elizabeth, it’s impossible in this world we live in to empathize with others, we can always empathize with ourselves. It’s an important message, crucial really. And it’s beautifully stated on the album.
Patrick Bateman: I’m leaving. I’ve assessed the situation, and I’m going.
Patrick Bateman: [in bed] Don’t touch the watch.
Patrick Bateman: Hamilton, have a holly-jolly Christmas.
Patrick Bateman: [narrating] I’m fairly certain that Timothy Bryce and Evelyn are having an affair. Timothy is the only interesting person I know. I’m almost completely indifferent as to whether Evelyn knows I’m having an affair with Courtney Rawlinson, her closest friend. Courtney is almost perfect looking. She’s usually operating on one or more psychiatric drugs; tonight I believe it’s Xanax. More disturbing than the drug use, though, is the fact that she’s engaged to Luis Carruthers, the biggest dufus in the business.
Timothy Bryce: [after snorting “cut” cocaine] It’s a fucking milligram of sweetener. I want to get high off this, not sprinkle it on my fucking oatmeal. Patrick Bateman: Definitely weak, but I have a feeling that if we do enough of it we’ll be okay. Club Patron: [leans over from another booth] Will you keep it down? I’m trying to do drugs! Timothy Bryce: Fuck you! Calm down. Let’s do it anyway. That is if the FAGGOT in the next stall thinks it’s okay! Club Patron: FUCK YOU! Timothy Bryce: HEY FUCK YOU! Sorry, dude. Steroids. Okay, let’s do it.
Patrick Bateman: Your compliment was sufficient, Luis.
Patrick Bateman: Not quite blonde, are we? More of a dirty blonde.
Evelyn Williams: What about the past? Patrick Bateman: We never really shared one.
Paul Allen: This is really a beehive of, uh, activity, Halberstam. This place is hot, very hot. Patrick Bateman: Listen, the mud soup and the charcoal arugula are outrageous here. Paul Allen: Yeah, well. You’re late. Patrick Bateman: Hey, I’m a child of divorce. Give me a break. [studies menu] Patrick Bateman: Hmmmm, I see they’ve omitted the pork loin with lime Jell-O. Patrick Bateman: [looks across the room] Is that Ivana Trump over there? Jeez, Patrick, I mean Marcus, what are you thinking? Why would Ivana be at Texarkana?
Patrick Bateman: [faking a conversation on the phone] Now, John, you’ve to wear clothes in proportion to your physique. There are definite dos and don’ts, good buddy of wearing a bold striped shirt. A bold stripe shirt calls for solid colored or discreetly patterned suits and ties. [pause] Patrick Bateman: Yes, always tip the stylist 15%. Listen, John, I’ve gotta go, T. Boone Pickens just walked in. [laughs] Patrick Bateman: Just joking. No, don’t tip the owner of the salon. Okay John? Right? Got it.
Patrick Bateman: [Impersonating Paul Allen’s voicemail] Hi, this is Paul Allen. I’m being called away to London for a few days. Meredith, I’ll call you when I get back. Hasta la vista, baby.
Harold Carnes: [to his party] Face it. The Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the 90’s. Patrick Bateman: [walks over, laughing, patting him on the back] Shut up, Carnes. They will not. [Carnes halfheartedly greets him with a small nod and looks away, putting a cigarette in his mouth] Patrick Bateman: So, Harold, did you get my message? Harold Carnes: [looks back at him with sudden interest, takes cigarette out of his mouth and shakes Bateman’s hand, smiling] Jesus, yes! That was hilarious! That was you, wasn’t it? Patrick Bateman: Yeah, naturally. Harold Carnes: Bateman killing Allen and the escort girls. That’s fabulous. That’s rich. Patrick Bateman: What exactly do you mean? Harold Carnes: The message you left. By the way, Davis, how’s Cynthia? You’re still seeing her, right? Patrick Bateman: W-w-wait, Harold. What do you mean? Harold Carnes: Excuse me. Nothing. It’s good to see you. [looks to the other side of the room] Harold Carnes: Is that Edward Towers? [he tries to walk off but Bateman stops him, totally bewildered] Patrick Bateman: Wait, um… Harold Carnes: Davis, I’m not one to badmouth anyone. Your joke was amusing, but come on, man. You had one fatal flaw. Bateman is such a dork. Such a boring spineless lightweight. [Bateman closes his eyes, trying to shrug it off] Harold Carnes: Now if you said Bryce or McDermott… Otherwise, it was amusing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I really must be going. Patrick Bateman: [again he tries to walk off but Bateman halts him] Wait, um… stop. [Carnes’ smile diminishes, Bateman speaks softly] Patrick Bateman: I did it, Carnes. I killed him. *I’m* Patrick Bateman. I chopped Allen’s fucking head off. [Carnes’ amusement is gone, simply stares at Bateman] Patrick Bateman: The whole message I left on your machine was true. Harold Carnes: [deadpan tone] Excuse me. I really must be going now. Patrick Bateman: [Carnes tries once again to leave but Bateman pulls him back] No, listen! Don’t you know who I am? I’m not Davis. I’m Patrick Bateman. [Carnes continues to stare, saying nothing] Patrick Bateman: We talked on the phone all the time. Don’t you recognize me? You’re my lawyer. [leans in closer] Patrick Bateman: Now, Carnes, listen. Listen very, very carefully… I killed Paul Allen, and I liked it. [Carnes looks disbelievingly at him] Patrick Bateman: I can’t make myself any clearer. Harold Carnes: But that’s simply not possible. And I don’t find this funny anymore. Patrick Bateman: It never was supposed to be. Why isn’t it possible? Harold Carnes: It’s just not. Patrick Bateman: Why not, you stupid bastard? Harold Carnes: Because I had dinner with Paul Allen twice in London, just 10 days ago. Patrick Bateman: No, you… [suddenly dumbfounded] Patrick Bateman: … didn’t. Harold Carnes: Now if you’ll excuse me. [Carnes finally walks away, leaving the puzzled and horrified Bateman all alone]
Patrick Bateman: That’s a very fine chardonnay you’re drinking. I want you to clean your vagina.
Patrick Bateman: Did you know that Ted Bundy’s first dog, a collie, was named Lassie? [laughs] Jean: Who’s Ted Bundy?
Patrick Bateman: [voiceover] When I get to Paul Allen’s place, I use the keys I took from his pocket. There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul’s apartment overlooks the park and is obviously more expensive than mine. I calm myself and move into the bedroom, where I find his suitcase and start to pack.
Craig McDermott: }: I’m not really hungry, I just need to have reservations somewhere.
Courtney Rawlinson: Listen Patrick, can we talk? Patrick Bateman: You look… marvelous. There’s nothing to say.
[about Paul Allen’s mysterious disappearence] Patrick Bateman: The world just opens up and swallows them. Donald Kimball: Eerie. Very eerie.
Patrick Bateman: I killed Paul Allen. And I liked it.
Donald Kimball: I’m sorry. I should’ve made an appointment. Was that anything important? Patrick Bateman: Oh, that? Just mulling over business problems, examining opportunities, exchanging rumors, spreading gossip.
Patrick Bateman: [excusing himself from Detective Kimball] Listen, you’ll have to excuse me. I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at the Four Seasons in 20 minutes.
Patrick Bateman: New York Matinee called it “a playful but mysterious little dish”.
[repeated line] Patrick Bateman: I’m not here. 5 of 6 found this interesting | Share this [to Al, a homeless person] Patrick Bateman: Get a god-damn job Al.
Jean: Make someone happy. Have you ever wanted to? Patrick Bateman: I’m looking for, uh… [Puts nail gun to the back of Jean’s head] Patrick Bateman: I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special.
[repeated line] Patrick Bateman: Just say no.
Patrick Bateman: Wasn’t Rothschild originally handling the Fisher account? How did you get it? Paul Allen: Well, Halberstram, I could tell you… but then I’d have to kill ya.
Timothy Bryce: He makes himself out to be a harmless old codger, but inside… inside… Patrick Bateman: [voice-over] … “but inside” doesn’t matter. Craig McDermott: “Inside,” yes, “inside… ” – believe it or not, Bryce, we’re actually listening to you… Timothy Bryce: Come on, Bateman, what do you think? Patrick Bateman: Whatever.
Evelyn Williams: You hate that job anyway. I don’t see why you don’t just quit. Patrick Bateman: Because I want to fit in.
Patrick Bateman: Jean, I’m not going to make it… I’m not going to… make it… to the office this afternoon. Jean: [alarmed] What is it, Patrick? Are you all right? Patrick Bateman: Stop sounding so fucking… sad! *Jesus*!
[first lines] Waiter #1: Our pasta this evening is squid ravioli in a lemon grass broth with goat cheese profiteroles, and I also have an arugula Caesar salad. For entrees this evening, I have swordfish meatloaf with onion marmalade, rare roasted partridge breast in raspberry coulis with a sorrel timbale. Waiter #2: …and grilled free-range rabbit with herbed french fries. Our pasta tonight is a squid ravioli in a lemon grass broth, and the fish tonight is a grilled…
Donald Kimball: [about Paul Allen] And where did he go to school? Patrick Bateman: Don’t you know all this? Donald Kimball: I just wanted to know if you know.
Patrick Bateman: [to Christie] Do you take credit card? Just joking.
Timothy Bryce: Gorbachev is downstairs. McDermott went to sign a peace treaty between the United States and Russia. He’s the one behind Glasnost. Young Woman: He said he was in mergers and acquisitions. Timothy Bryce: You’re not con-fused, are you? Young Woman: No, not really. Caron: Gorbachev is not downstairs. Timothy Bryce: Caron’s right. Gorbachev’s not downstairs. He’s at Tunnel.
[at Paul Allen’s apartment, empty and painted white] Real estate agent: You saw the ad in the Times? Patrick Bateman: No… Yeah, I mean yeah, in the Times. Real estate agent: There was no ad in the Times. I think you should go now.
Patrick Bateman: I hope I’m not being cross-examined here. Donald Kimball: Do you feel that way? Patrick Bateman: No, not really.
Elizabeth: [to Christie the prostitute] What do you do? Patrick Bateman: She’s my… cousin. Elizabeth: Mm-hmm. Patrick Bateman: She’s from… France.
Patrick Bateman: Hey, is that Donald Trump’s car? Patrick Bateman: [to drycleaner] If you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you.
Courtney Rawlinson: Will you call me before Easter? Patrick Bateman: Maybe.
Patrick Bateman: Just cool it with the anti-Semitic remarks.
Patrick Bateman: [with prostitutes] We’re not through yet.
Craig McDermott: Cheer up, Bateman. What’s the matter? No shiatsu this morning?
Timothy Bryce: Don’t you know anything about Sri Lanka? About how the Sikhs are killing like tons of Israelis over there?
Patrick Bateman: Mistletoe alert!
Patrick Bateman: Pumpkin, you’re dating an asshole.
Patrick Bateman: Negative. Cancel it.
Patrick Bateman: What’s wrong with that? It’s totally disease-free.
Donald Kimball: I just have some questions about Paul Allen and yourself. Patrick Bateman: Coffee? Donald Kimball: No, I’m okay. Patrick Bateman: Apollinaris? Donald Kimball: No, I’m okay. Patrick Bateman: Can you bring Mr…? Donald Kimball: Kimball. Patrick Bateman: Mr. Kimball a bottle of Apollinaris. It’s no problem. Patrick Bateman: So, what’s the topic of discussion?
Victoria: [referring to the bloodstains on Bateman’s sheets] What are those? Patrick Bateman: Oh, uh, it’s – cranberry juice. Uh, cran-apple.
Timothy Bryce: God, I hate this place. It’s a chick restaurant. Why aren’t we at Dorsia? Craig McDermott: Because Bateman won’t give the maitre d’ head. [Bateman chuckles sarcastically and flicks a toothpick at McDermott]
Plot: City of God is based on a true story that takes place in the 60s where in the slums of Rio DE Janeiro two boys growing up in the neighborhood take on different paths in life. The story is told through the eyes of Buscape, a poor young fisherman’s son who dreams of becoming a photographer one day. His story narrates the violence and corruption surrounding the city and the rise and fall of one of the city’s most notorious bosses, Li’l Ze. As war wages on the streets Buscape’s only way out of this violent life is to expose its brutality to the world through his pictures. Along the way the lives of others are put into perspective as their stories intersect with the events that take place. City of God (2002) Trailer
City of God (2002) Top Quotes
Buscapé: It was like a message from God: “Honesty doesn’t pay, sucker.”
Zé Pequeno: Can you read? Gang Member: I can read only the pictures.
Buscapé: You need more than guts to be a good gangster. You need ideas.
Sandro Cenoura: Have you lost your mind? You are just a kid! Filé-com-Fritas – Steak and Fries: A kid? I smoke, I snort. I’ve killed and robbed. I’m a man.
Zé Pequeno: Where do you want to take the shot? In the hand or in the foot?
Barbantinho Adulto – Older Stringy: Why return to the City of God, where God forgets about you?
Cabeleira: Hey, Bernice. Listen, I’ve got something real important to say. Tell me, you ever heard of love at first sight? Berenice: Sure, but hoods don’t fall in love, they just get horny. Cabeleira: C’mon, you cut everything I say to pieces. Berenice: Hoods don’t talk, they just vomit words. Cabeleira: Jesus, I’m gonna stop wasting my saliva on you, you sure ain’t easy. Berenice: Hoods never stop, they just take a break. Cabeleira: Jeez, Bernice, talking about love with you is pretty complicated, isn’t it? Berenice: Love, you gotta be kidding. You’re just leading me on. Cabeleira: But it’s just that this jerk here loves you.
[after seen his pictures printed in the front page of the news by mistake] Buscapé: Fuck… I’m dead! [cut to slum] Zé Pequeno: What’s the name of that friend of yours who took this pictures? Thiago – Tiago: Buscapé.
[Enjoying the pictures] Zé Pequeno: Buscapé! The guy is good!
Buscapé Criança – Young Rocket: Sun is for everyone, beach for a few.
Bené: I’m a playboy now.
Zé Pequeno: The fuck I’m Dadinho! Now, my fucking name is Zé Pequeno!
Buscapé: [after Dadinho kills many people in a motel] That night, Dadinho killed his dream of kill.
Boy 1: The big deal is dope, you got it? Boy 2: If you wanna be a dealer, you gotta start as a delivery boy, see? Boy 1: This delivery boy business is real bullshit. The time it takes being a delivery boy, then security and then manager, is way too long. Boy 2: What you gonna do? You’ve gotta wait for them to die… Boy 1: No way! I’ll do it just like Pequeno did: you gotta whack everyone and that’s it!
Buscapé: What should have been swift revenge turned into an all out war. The City of God was divided. You couldn’t go from one section the other, not even to visit a relative. The cops considered anyone living in the slum a hoodlum. People got used to living in Vietnam, and more and more volunteers signed up to die.
Zé Pequeno: [after snorting a line and seeing Knockout Ned’s photograph in one of the center pages of a newspaper] Motherfucker!I’m the boss around here but he gets his picture in the paper! Have you found my photo in there?
[first lines] Zé Pequeno: Whoa, the chicken ran away. Get that chicken, dude!
Selma has emigrated with her son from Central Europe to America. The year is 1964. Selma works day and night to save her son from the same disease she suffers from, a disease that inevitably will make her blind. But Selma has the energy to live because of her secret! She loves musicals. When life feels tough she can pretend that she is in the wonderful world of musicals…just for a short moment. All happiness life is not able to give her she finds there by Fredrik Klasson
Selma: [singing] This isn’t the last song, there’s no violin, the choir is quiet, and no one takes a spin, this is the next to last song, and that’s all…
Selma: You like the movies, don’t you? Bill Houston: I love the movies. I just love the musicals. Selma: But isn’t it annoying when they do the last song in the films? Bill Houston: Why? Selma: Because you just know when it goes really big… and the camera goes like out of the roof… and you just know it’s going to end. I hate that. I would leave just after the next to last song… and the film would just go on forever.
Jeff: You can’t see, can you? Selma: What is there to see?
Selma: In a musical, nothing dreadful ever happens.
Jeff: [referring to Gene] Why did you have him? You knew he would have the same disease as you. Selma: I just wanted to hold a little baby.
Selma: I listen to my heart.
Jeff: I don’t understand. In musicals, why do they start to sing and dance all of a sudden? I mean, I don’t suddenly start… to sing and dance.
Selma: Cvalda. Kathy: Why do you call me that? Selma: It’s like, someone whose… Kathy: What? Selma: I don’t know, just big and happy. Kathy: I am not that big. And happy, I don’t know. Selma: You just need someone to pull it out.
Selma: I’m just not that kind of mother. Gene Jezkova: Can’t you be that kind of a mother?
Bill Houston: Thank you for telling me your secret. Selma: Thanks for telling me yours. Bill Houston: Mums the word, right? Selma: Mum? Bill Houston: We don’t tell anybody. Selma: Oh, yes, I won’t tell anyone.
Selma: [singing] Forgive me. I am so sorry. I just did what I had to do, I just did what I had to do, I just did what I had to do, I just did what I had to do.
Norman: She said Communism was – better for human beings. District Attorney: She had nothing but contempt for our great country and it’s principals. Norman: Apart from it’s musicals! She said the American one – the American ones were better. District Attorney: So, the defendant preferred Hollywood to Vladivostok.
District Attorney: If this relationship was made up by the defendant, then, can you think of any way she might have come to know your name? Oldrich Novy: I was once well known in Czechoslovakia, because of my profession. District Attorney: Yes, Mr. Oldrich Novy, what is your profession? Maybe that can give us a clue to why, why this somewhat romantic, certainly Communistic, woman who worships Fred Astaire, but not his country, why she might have lied and misused your name – make everybody think that all the money was spent on a poor father and not on her own vanity. What is it that you do? Oldrich Novy: I was an actor. I made films – they were musicals.
Kathy: But he needs his mother, you know, alive, no matter where! Selma: You don’t understand! He needs his eyes! Kathy: He needs his mother! Selma: No! Kathy: Yes! Alive! Selma: NO! Kathy: Listen to reason for once, Selma! Selma… Selma: I listen to my heart…
Selma: You keep readin’. Gene Jezkova: So long, farewell auf wiedersehen, adieu, adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu. Selma: To yieu and yieu. What – what does that mean? Yieu? Gene Jezkova: It’s your dumb musical. Selma: Yieu? Gene Jezkova: It’s German. Selma: Do you think?
Gene Jezkova: Why? Why should you – always ask me so – so stupid questions? Is this interesting? | Share this Norman: You Commie’s make a big deal out of sharing everything. Selma: Yeah. It’s – it’s a good thing. Norman: What are you doing here – if – eh, Czechoslovakia’s so much better than the U. S. of A.?
Oldrich Novy: [singing] I didn’t mind it at all. That you were having a ball – at my musicals. And I was always there to catch you. Selma: You were always there to catch me. You were always there to catch me. You were always there to catch me. When I fall.
Brenda: You’ll be transferred to the other cellblock, at some point tomorrow. Selma: That’s the cellblock where they hang people? Brenda: Yeah. That’s were they spend the last day. Selma: And then they do the 107 steps – it’s from that room to the gallows, isn’t it? Brenda: That’s what they say, Selma. But, look it, you’re gonna get your stay. Why don’t you try to think of something nice. All right? Selma: It’s just so quiet here.
Prison Guard – Serving Selma Jezkova’s last meal: Your meal, Jezková,
Kathy: You were right, Selma – listen to your heart!
Shutter Island (2010)Top Quotes & Review : Who is Right Teddy Or Dr. Crawly?
Shutter Island (2010) Review
U.S. Marshals Teddy Daniels (Leonardo DiCaprio) and Chuck Aule (Mark Ruffalo) are on a ferryboat in foggy Boston Harbour headed towards Shutter Island, an island containing a federal mental hospital for the criminally insane. They are going to the island because a woman patient named Rachel escaped the day before. Teddy is very ill, sweating and throwing up in the toilet, telling himself to get it together, it’s just water. Then he looks out the window and says it’s a LOT of water. He goes up on deck to talk to Chuck, and it’s apparent that they are new partners working for the first time together. During their conversation it is revealed that Teddy’s wife died in an apartment fire several years before. Chuck is sorry he brought it up. He refers to Teddy as boss all the way through the movie, and at one point mentions that Teddy is a legend, so we know that Teddy is well known through the Marshal Service and that he is Chuck’s superior.
They get to the island, and the ferry captain mentions that there is a big storm coming. Teddy and Chuck meet the deputy warden, McPherson, who takes them into the mental hospital grounds. There are high walls that make it look like a prison, and electrified wire on the perimeter, but the actual buildings and grounds look almost like a college campus. There is the A building, housing the male patients, B building for the women patients, and C building which is situated on the highest point of the island and we are told it was a civil war fortress. It houses the most dangerous patients and the marshals are told that under no circumstances are they to go there on their own without McPherson and Dr. Cawley (Ben Kingsley) accompanying them. There is a brief argument when deputy warden McPherson requires them to give up their firearms. Teddy says that they are federal agents, but McPherson tells them that federal penitentiary law overrides that and says that they won’t get through the gates with their weapons. They reluctantly give them up, with Chuck rather clumsily removing his holster from his pants, which gets him a look from McPherson and Teddy.
They meet Dr. Cawley, who explains a bit about the facility and psychiatry. Dr. Cawley says that there is a war going on in psychiatry, with one faction who believes in surgical techniques like lobotomies to treat patients, where another side says that the new psychotropic drugs are the way to treat people. He believes that sometimes just listening to a patient and quietly making their life comfortable is the way to go. Teddy still has a splitting headache from the ferry trip, and the doctor gives him some water and some pills that he says are aspirin. He explains that Rachel, a patient, has escaped the night before but says that it’s impossible because she seems to have simply vanished through the walls. She is at Shutter Island because she drowned three of her children one by one, and then pretended that they had never died. In fact, she believes that she is still at her home at the hospital, and all of the staff and other inmates are merely neighbours or deliverymen that she encounters in her daily life. She refuses to accept that she has killed anyone, or even that her children are dead.
They tour the rest of the island, where officers are looking for the escaped Rachel. There is a lighthouse on the other side of the island that is gated off and there are armed guards, which makes Teddy a little suspicious.
Teddy makes it clear that his job is to interview staff and patients. He says he needs the personnel records of the staff, but the doctor kind of blows that off. They go to the patient living quarters and interview staff about the night that Rachel left. In her cell, there is a loose floorboard and a handwritten note from her, saying “The law of 4. Who is 67?”. The staff are less than helpful at the meeting that Teddy and Chuck have to ask about her, but do note that she had attended group therapy right before she went to her room and disappeared. During the meeting, it is revealed that she has a staff physician who conducted the meeting, a Dr. Shaheen. When Teddy asks where he is, Dr. Cawley says he just left that morning on the ferry to go on a long planned vacation. Teddy is incredulous that a dangerous mental patient has just escaped, there’s a lockdown, and her doctor is allowed to just go on vacation. Things definitely look suspicious at this point.
There are a series of dream sequences interspersed, flashbacks about Teddy’s time in WWII as a soldier, and Teddy often has internal conversations with himself in which his dead wife, Dolores (Michelle Williams), talks to him and gives him advice. In one flashback, Teddy’s unit is the first to liberate the Dachau concentration camp. There are many dead Jews. Teddy is especially moved by a dead woman and her dead daughter in her arms in the middle of a pile of dead bodies. Teddy remembers watching the German Camp Commander attempt suicide by shooting himself, but he only wounds himself, shooting himself in the side of his face. The German tries to reach his gun to finish the job, but Teddy slowly slides the gun away with his foot just out of reach of the German, watching him suffer before he bleeds to death. In other dreams, his wife discovering that he has a lot of empty bottles of alcohol that he has hidden around the house. He explains that the things he saw while in Germany are the reason why he drinks so much.
After the meeting with staff, Dr. Cawley has Teddy and Chuck over to his mansion on the island to have a cigar and something to drink. When they arrive, there is a Dr. Naehring (Max von Sydow) in the den, and he seems to be Dr. Cawley’s superior. Teddy takes an instant dislike to him when he notices a faint German accent, and the two verbally spar for a little bit. Dr. Naehring is amused, commenting on Teddy’s remarkable defence mechanisms. Dr. Naehring calls Teddy and Chuck men of violence, which offends Chuck. But the doctor says he doesn’t mean that they are violent men, only that they are men who have seen violence and don’t shy away from it if necessary. He correctly surmises that they were both in the army during WWII, and that they weren’t raised to run away from violence. Teddy gets angry when they say that they’ve consulted the board of directors who have refused to release the staff’s personnel records, angry enough that Teddy breaks a glass, threatens to end the investigation in the morning and turn his findings over to the FBI, and storms off in a huff.
The next day, the storm has hit the island and it is clear the ferry will not arrive. Teddy was only bluffing the night before as he has no intention of leaving without investigating the island some more. Teddy and Chuck have several interviews with the patients who were in the group therapy session with Rachel. They are unhelpful and all seem to be following a script because they say very similar things in their interviews. In one interview, a woman asks Chuck for a glass of water and when he leaves, she grabs Teddy’s notebook and writes something very quickly and gives it back to him.
He and Chuck leave the hospital grounds and explore the island, ending up at the cemetery. The wind and rain are picking up and they find sanctuary in a cemetery vault. Chuck asks Teddy to level with him; he suspects that the last patient told him something while he was getting her water, and Teddy finally shows him the notebook, and it says RUN. Teddy finally explains that he was trying to get assigned to an investigation of the mental hospital for some time. He says that a man named Laeddis was a maintenance worker at the apartment they lived in and he was the arsonist who set the fire that killed his wife. He got off on a technicality, but later was caught when he killed some other people. He was sent to the mental hospital here. But when Teddy looked into it, there was no paperwork at all for Laeddis, and he suspects that there is some greater conspiracy going on. He mentions the Nazi experiments and wonders if his own government is involved in psychotropic drug research as well. He tells Chuck that he came across a prisoner by the name of George Noyce who was actually sent here some time before and he was the one who clued Teddy in that there was some crazy research going on here.
Chuck suddenly gets paranoid that maybe in all of Teddy’s poking around he alerted the wrong people to his interest in Shutter Island and that maybe they arranged the disappearance of Rachel as an excuse to draw him here as a Marshal to investigate where they could make both of them disappear. Teddy is not sure that’s possible, but Chuck is pretty convincing and suddenly, the door busts in and there is a car spotlight on them from dep. Warden McPherson’s car. Hes been looking for them and they get in and he takes them back to the hospital. They change out of their wet business suits, and the orderly gives them the staff white uniforms that almost make them look like patients, and he tells them that it will take a day or two to get their suits back. They don’t like the whites but take them anyway. The orderly says their cigarettes were ruined (they both smoke a lot), but he gives them two new packs of cigs.
They meet in Dr. Cawley’s office again. They argue briefly about the investigation, and suddenly Teddy gets ill again, a migraine. He thinks he’ll be okay, but then he starts to fall and Chuck catches him. The doctor gives him a couple of pills, but Teddy doesn’t want to take them. Hes really sick, though, and the doctor almost insists that he take them, and he does. Chuck helps him down to the basement with all the rest of the staff to wait out the hurricane like storm. Just before he dozes off, he sees a sinister looking guy, who an orderly says is the warden (Ted Levine, the killer from Silence of the Lambs). The warden kind of sneers at Teddy right before Teddy falls asleep.
Teddy has another dream sequence with his wife, who tells him that Rachel is on the island, and that he needs to help her. In a dream, Teddy is in Dr. Cawley’s den, and Laeddis (Elias Koteas) in his chair by the fire. Laeddis has a really nasty scar running from his right eye down to the left side of his chin, and his left eye is milky white.
The next day is kind of chaotic. The backup generators fail, and all of the patients’ cell doors were therefore opened. Trees are fallen all over the hospital campus with staff and officers trying to clean up as well as gather up all of the wandering patients. Teddy and Chuck use this as an opportunity to go up to C building while no one is really paying attention to them. The place is really dark inside and they wander around. A patient runs from them and they give chase. Chuck falls behind and the patient grabs Teddy from behind and is choking him. Teddy gets away and beats the crap out of him until Chuck pulls him off. A guard chews out Teddy and has Chuck help him take the patient to the medical centre, telling Teddy to take a walk and cool off.
Teddy wanders around and finds a row of cells where a prisoner is sitting by himself and saying the name Laeddis. When Teddy demands the prisoner look at him, he realizes it is George Noyce, the guy who was a former patient here who told him about what was going on at Shutter Island. Noyce’s face is badly beaten. Teddy can’t believe he is back here and Noyce is yelling at him that its all about Laeddis, isn’t it? He tells Teddy that the only way he can save Noyce is to forget his wife and Laeddis and focus on what is going on here. Teddy looks guilty when Noyce tells him it is his fault that Noyce is back here because he kept inquiring about Laeddis. Teddy promises that he’ll get Noyce out of there. Noyce tells him that Laeddis is no longer in C building, but that they have taken him to the lighthouse, where they are planning to do a lobotomy on him. He says that the lighthouse is where they do a lot of their experiments on people who are troublemakers. Noyce questions him about Noyce, implying that he is a plant by the government to follow Teddy. He asks him whether hes ever worked with Chuck before, and we know that they haven’t because they let us know that in the beginning.
Teddy finally catches up with Chuck and they head towards the office. Dr. Cawley says they found Rachel (Emily Mortimer). They go to her cell and there is a weird scene where Teddy tries to talk to her and she ultimately thinks he is her dead husband and starts yelling at him.
At some point, Teddy’s dream sequences now include Rachel as the woman with her daughter in the pile of bodies at Dachau. And this time they open their eyes and look at him. The girl asks him why he didn’t save her. He says he tried but they (the soldiers) just didnt get there in time. In another scene, Rachel is all bloody but she is at Teddy and his wife’s vacation cottage. They go outside and Teddy sees the little girl and picks her up and carries her to the water. The little girl asks him again why he didn’t save her and he looks sad.
Teddy and Chuck leave and Chuck says he found Laeddis’s file but there was only his commitment paper in the file which he tries to show Teddy but he wont look at it now because he is intent on reaching the lighthouse. Teddy is acting suspicious of Chuck when he tries to talk him out of going to the lighthouse. They arrive at the cliffs over the ocean and realize they are too far south of the lighthouse. Teddy says he is going to go around and try to get there a different way. Again Chuck tries to talk him out of it because it’s dangerous to scale the cliffs when it will be dark soon. They argue some more and Teddy tells him he is going by himself. Teddy gets near the lighthouse but finds that it is late enough in the day that the tide has cut off the lighthouse from the island. He gives up and goes back to where Chuck is to tell him they’ll try later. But all he sees is a burning cigarette on the edge of the cliff (it’s about a hundred feet down to the rocks below). He looks over and sees Chuck at the bottom of the cliff with waves crashing over him.
Shocked, Teddy climbs down the cliff but doesn’t see Chuck at the bottom. He sees a cave in the side of the cliff with a fire burning inside. When he reaches the cave, he sees a woman armed with a knife. They begin talking and she says she is Rachel (Patricia Clarkson), but that she was a doctor at the hospital who found out too much and they committed her and concocted a story that she killed her kids. The other Rachel must be an imposter they used to fool Teddy and Chuck. She says there is a secret government program to test a number of new drugs on the patients to make them sort of super spies or soldiers who don’t feel pain and don’t have memories that can be tortured out of them if they are captured. She then warns Teddy that they will not let him leave. They will concoct a story that he went crazy. She asks him if he had a serious trauma (his wife dying), and says that they will use that to say that he cracked. She asks him if he has taken any medication (he has; the aspirin for his headaches). She asks if he’s eaten at the hospital, or smoked any of their cigarettes (the orderly gave him a new pack when his clothes were all wet). She says that it takes 36-48 hours for psychotropic drugs to take effect and make him pliable for them to control. The first sign will be tremors in his hands, which he already has. She also questions whether Chuck is even a Marshal, that he is probably a government agent sent to go with him to the island.
When Teddy gets back to the road, he sees a jeep pull up with the warden. The warden takes him back to the facility and they have a really weird conversation about being men of violence. The warden tells him that men like them know how to use violence and use it well. He asks Teddy if he were to reach over and try to bite his eye out, would Teddy be able to stop him. Teddy says “why don’t you try and well find out?”. The warden smiles and says that’s the Teddy he was expecting.
Teddy leaves to confront Dr. Cawley. Dr. Cawley wonders where Teddy has been. Teddy says he’ll be leaving and he asks if the doctor has seen Chuck, his partner. Dr. Cawley says he came to the island alone, there was no partner. Teddy realizes that they are already starting to put their plan in action by insisting there was no Chuck. He leaves and walks around the grounds, trying to decide what to do next. He sees his wife, who tells him to leave the island and don’t go to the lighthouse. She says the lighthouse will destroy him.
He decides to blow up Dr. Cawley’s car to create a diversion so he can sneak down to the lighthouse. He uses his tie from his suit, soaks it with gas from the gas tank, and lights it. As he moves away from the car, he sees his wife and the little girl in front of the car. It explodes around them but they aren’t burned at all. He runs out of there to make it to the lighthouse. He swims over to it, and sneaks up behind a guard and overpowers him and takes his rifle. The guard asks him if he is going to kill him and he says no, but hits him with the rifle butt and knocks him out. He runs up the stairs of the lighthouse to the top, checking each room but finding no operating rooms for surgical experiments.
He gets to the top and finds Dr. Cawley, sitting behind a desk. Teddy holds the rifle on him while he is talking. The doctor tells him there are no bullets in the rifle, and asks him if he killed the guard below. Teddy says no, but the doctor calls down anyway to tell the people below to attend to the guard before they come up. Teddy sees his gun from the beginning of the movie on the doctors desk.
Dr. Cawley tells Teddy that he is a patient at the hospital, and has been for two years. Teddy doesn’t believe him, and says that he is a U.S. Marshal. The doctor says he was one, but after his breakdown two years ago he was sent here. He broke down when his kids were killed. Teddy says he doesn’t have any kids. Dr. Cawley says they have been trying to use the new drug therapy to help him and have been trying to do everything they could to treat him. Dr. Cawley tells him that he has been one of the most dangerous patients they have had and that there are some who want to lobotomize him to make him manageable. The whole last couple of days were an attempt to do a massive role-play to get him to finally realize the truth. He calls in Dr. Sheehan, the doctor from the beginning that went on vacation right after his patient Rachel disappeared. The door opens and it is .Chuck! He is a psychiatrist who agreed to play along with Teddy’s fantasy and to keep tabs on him. Dr. Cawley tells Teddy that his real name is Laeddis, and he shows him on a chalkboard that his full name and Laeddis’s are an anagram; that is, all the letters in his name can be rearranged to spell Laeddis’s full name. The same thing with his wife’s name and Rachel’s. Teddy constructed the new name Teddy Daniels to create distance from his real name.
The doctor points out that Noyce was a fellow patient who Teddy attacked a few days before, and that was why he was all beaten up looking. Teddy denies this, but the doctor shows him the transcript of what Noyce said to him in the cell earlier, where he said this was all Teddy’s fault. He tells Teddy that the reason why he beat up Noyce was that Noyce called him by his real name.
Teddy grabs his gun off the table and shoots Dr. Cawley, whose blood splashes against the wall. The next second, there is no blood. Dr. Cawley tells him that his gun was a toy gun they gave him when they began the role-play.
He tells Teddy that he has completely erased everything he did wrong in an attempt to make himself be the hero. We finally see a flashback where Teddy/Laeddis comes home to his cottage from a week or two of chasing bad guys in Oklahoma. His wife (Michelle Williams) is acting strangely. He asks where the kids are and she says they are in school. He says it’s Saturday, and she smiles and says, they’re in HER school and looks towards the lake. Horrified, Teddy runs down to the lake and sees his three children face down in the lake. He scoops them all up, crying uncontrollably and places them on the ground. Then his wife hugs him and says they should put the kids at the dining room table and have dinner. Teddy is crying and says if she ever loved him, please stop talking. She is sad now and says she loves him and then there is a shot. Teddy looks down and realizes that he just shot his wife. She is laying there with a lot of blood on her and then she dies.
Teddy now realizes that he has a choice between accepting his truth or continuing to deny it. The doctor makes it clear that if he can’t accept the truth, then Dr. Cawley won’t be able to stop the other doctors from ordering that he be lobotomized. He makes Teddy admit that he blamed himself for not realizing earlier that his wife was having trouble. That he feels responsible for killing his kids because he didn’t get her help when she needed it. He created a fantasy world where he never killed his wife, and he never had a breakdown.
The next day, he and Chuck (Dr. Shaheen), are sitting on some steps by the hospital grounds. He asks Chuck what their next move is (as if he still believes he is investigating the hospital as a U.S. Marshal), and Chuck says, what do you think, boss? Chuck nods to the other doctors across the grounds who then direct some orderlies to move towards Teddy. Teddy asks Chuck whether it’s better to live as a monster or die a good man. He stands up and willingly goes with the orderlies, as he would rather choose to continue his fantasy than accept the horrors of his reality.
Alternatively, he has accepted his reality, but still cannot live with the horrors of it. So now at the end of the film he is actually acting out the fantasy, rather than living it. Effectively, he is cured. However, he still can’t live with his memories so he knowingly forces the doctors to take the decision for physical intervention, ie the lobotomy, knowing he will no longer have to live with his memories as a compliant ‘zombie’..Thus ending his life as a good man.(As contrary in the Book,where the author ended the book with him still as Teddy)
Shutter Island (2010)Top Quotes
Teddy Daniels: You know, this place makes me wonder. Chuck Aule: Yeah, what’s that, boss? Teddy Daniels: Which would be worse – to live as a monster, or to die as a good man? [gets up and walks off] Chuck Aule: Teddy?
Teddy Daniels: So, what’s our next move? Chuck Aule: You tell me. Teddy Daniels: I gotta get off this rock, Chuck. Get back to the mainland. Whatever the hell’s going on here, it’s bad. [pause] Teddy Daniels: [sotto voce] Don’t worry, partner, they’re not gonna catch us. Chuck Aule: That’s right, we’re too smart for ’em. Teddy Daniels: Yeah, we are, aren’t we? [pause] Teddy Daniels: You know, this place makes me wonder. Chuck Aule: Yeah, what’s that, boss? Teddy Daniels: Which would be worse – to live as a monster? Or to die as a good man?
Teddy Daniels: I’m sorry, Honey. I love this thing because you gave it to me. But the truth is… it is one fuckin’ ugly tie.
Teddy Daniels: I had a friend. I was with him yesterday, but we got separated. Have you seen him? Rachel 2: Marshal… you have no friends.
George Noyce: This is a game. All of this is for you. You’re not investigating anything. You’re a fucking rat in a maze.
Dr. John Cawley: Sanity’s not a choice, Marshall. You can’t just choose to get over it.
Rachel 2: You’re smarter than you look, Marshal. That’s probably not a good thing.
Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: Did you know that the word ‘trauma’ comes from the Greek for ‘wound’? Hm? And what is the German word for ‘dream’? Traum. Ein Traum. Wounds can create monsters, and you, you are wounded, Marshal. And wouldn’t you agree, when you see a monster, you… you must stop it? Teddy Daniels: Yeah… I agree. [injects him with a sedative]
[recurring line] Teddy Daniels: Why are you all wet, baby?
George Noyce: You wanna uncover the truth? You gotta let her go. Teddy Daniels: I can’t. George Noyce: You have to let her go! Teddy Daniels: I can’t! I can’t! George Noyce: Then you’ll never leave this island.
Teddy Daniels: After she tried to kill herself the first time, Dolores told me she… she had an insect living inside her brain. She could feel it clicking across her skull, just… pulling the wires, just for fun. She told me that. She told me that but I didn’t listen. I loved her so much.
[Dr. Cawley has asked the marshals about their preferred drinks] Teddy Daniels: Soda and ice, please, thanks. Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: Oh. You don’t indulge in alcohol? I’m surprised. Isn’t it common for men in your profession to imbibe? Teddy Daniels: Common enough. And… in yours? Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: Er… I’m sorry? Teddy Daniels: Your profession, Doctor, psychiatry. Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: Yes? Teddy Daniels: I always heard it was overrun with boozers and drunks. Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: Not that I noticed. Teddy Daniels: What’s that, ice tea in your glass there? Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: [laughs, despite himself] Excellent, Marshal. You have outstanding defense mechanisms. You must be quite adept at interrogations.
Nurse Marino: [Daniels has asked the staff about Rachel’s activities before her disappearance] She was in a group therapy session. Teddy Daniels: Anything unusual occur? Nurse Marino: Define ‘unusual’. Teddy Daniels: Excuse me? Nurse Marino: This is a mental institution, Marshal. For the criminally insane. Usual isn’t a big part of our day.
Warden: If I was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before I blinded you? Teddy Daniels: Give it a try. Warden: That’s the spirit.
Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: You both served overseas, huh? Chuck Aule: It’s not much of a stretch, Doc. For all you know, we’re both paper pushers over there. Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: No, you are not. – Since the schoolyard, neither of you has ever walked away from a physical conflict. No, no, not because you enjoyed it, but because retreat isn’t something you consider an option. Chuck Aule: We weren’t raised to run, Doc. Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: Ah, yes. Raised. And who raised you, Marshal? Teddy Daniels: Me? Wolves. [Dr. Naehring and Dr. Cawley laugh again] Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: Very impressive defense mechanisms.
Rachel 2: Fifty years from now, people will look back and say, “Here, at this place, is where it all began. The Nazis used the Jews, Soviets used prisoners in their own Gulags. And we – we tested patients on Shutter Island.”
Warden: Did you enjoy God’s latest gift? Teddy Daniels: What? Warden: God’s gift. Your violence. [Daniels looks at him blankly] Warden: When I came downstairs in my home, and I saw that tree in my living room, it reached out for me… a divine hand. God loves violence. Teddy Daniels: I… I hadn’t noticed. Warden: Sure you have. Why else would there be so much of it? It’s in us. It’s what we are. We wage war, we burn sacrifices, and pillage and plunder and tear at the flesh of our brothers. And why? Because God gave us violence to wage in his honor. Teddy Daniels: I thought God gave us moral order. Warden: There’s no moral order as pure as this storm. There’s no moral order at all. There’s just this: can my violence conquer yours?
Chuck Aule: All I know is it’s a mental hospital. Teddy Daniels: …for the criminally insane.
Rachel 2: You’re smarter than you look, Marshall. That’s probably not a good thing.
Dolores Chanal: Let’s put them at the table, we’ll dry them off, change their clothes. They’ll be our living dolls, huh? Tomorrow we can take them on a picnic. Teddy Daniels: If you ever loved me, Dolores, please stop talking.
Teddy Daniels: I could come get you, get, get you off this island. Rachel 2: Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said? The only way off the island is the ferry, and they control it. You’ll never leave here.
Teddy Daniels: Is there a reason, doctor, why you keep referring to your patient in the past tense? Dr. John Cawley: Take a look outside, marshall. [nods to the storm outside] Dr. John Cawley: . Why do you think?
Warden: You’re as violent as they come. I know this, because I’m as violent as they come. If the constraints of society were lifted, and I was all that stood between you and a meal, you would crack my skull with a rock and eat my meaty parts. Wouldn’t you?
Dr. John Cawley: It’s my job to treat the patients, not their victims.
Rachel 2: Do you know how pain enters the body, Marshal? Do you? Teddy Daniels: Depends on where you’re hurt? Rachel 2: No, it has nothing to do with the flesh. The brain controls pain.
Dolores Chanal: Set me free. [recurring line] Teddy Daniels: We gotta get off this rock, Chuck.
Dr. John Cawley: [re: Rachel] We don’t know how she got out of her room. It was locked from the outside. And the only window’s barred. It’s as if she evaporated, straight through the walls.
Teddy Daniels: They’re experimenting on people here. Chuck Aule: I don’t know, boss. How can you believe a crazy guy? Teddy Daniels: That’s the beauty of it. Mental Patients make the perfect subjects, if they talk nobody listens to them!
Dr. John Cawley: You blew up my car. I really loved that car.
Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: Men like you are my specialty, you know. Men of violence. Chuck Aule: Now, that’s a hell of an assumption to make. Dr. Jeremiah Naehring: No assumption, no, not at all. You misunderstand me. I said, you are ‘men of violence’. I’m not accusing you of being violent men. That’s quite different.
Warden: [Leaning across the jeep to Teddy as he lets him out] If I was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before I blinded you? Teddy Daniels: [Wryly] Give it a try. Warden: That’s the spirit! [He smiles]
Dr. John Cawley: [examines Rachel’s note] Ah, this is definitely Rachel’s handwriting. I have no idea… what the “Law of Four” is, though. Teddy Daniels: It’s not a psychiatric term? Dr. John Cawley: No, I’m afraid not. Chuck Aule: [reads the note] “Who is 67?” Fucked if I know. Dr. John Cawley: I have to say that’s quite close to my clinical conclusion.
Chuck Aule: You okay boss? Teddy Daniels: Yeah fine, I just ah, I just can’t, can’t stomach the water.
Dr. John Cawley: Why are you all wet, baby?
Teddy Daniels: I am a federal Marshall. They can’t stop me. Rachel 2: I was an esteemed psychiatrist from a respected family. Didn’t matter.
Chuck Aule: Nice music, who is that, Brahms? Teddy Daniels: [pauses] No. It’s Mahler.
George Noyce: She’s… fucking with your head!
Teddy Daniels: So this female prisoner… Dr. John Cawley: Patient. Teddy Daniels: Sorry… patient, one Rachel Solando, escaped sometime in the last 24 hours. Dr. John Cawley: Last night between ten and midnight. Chuck Aule: Is she considered dangerous? Dr. John Cawley: You could say that. She killed all three of her children.
George Noyce: Been alone much since you got here?
Dolores Chanal: [holding a liquor flask] I found a whole stack of these, Teddy. Jesus, are you ever sober any more? Teddy Daniels: I killed a lot of people in the war. Dolores Chanal: Is that why you drink?
Teddy Daniels: We are duly appointed Federal Marshals.