like a, uh, plain omelette. No potatoes. Tomatoes instead. A cup
of coffee, and wheat toast."
never having to say you're sorry."
isn't a hospital! It's an insane asylum! And it's your fault because
you don't do anything to discourage them!"
I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for
his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for
his country. Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting
to fight - wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung.
Americans traditionally love to fight. All real Americans love the
sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble
shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball players, the toughest
boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans
play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man
who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will
never lose a war, because the very thought of losing is hateful to
Americans. Now, an army is a team - it lives, eats, sleeps, fights
as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious
bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday
Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle
than they do about fornicating. Now, we have the finest food and equipment,
the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I
actually pity those poor bastards we're goin' up against. By God, I
do. We're not just gonna shoot the bastard, we're going to cut out
their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're
going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel. Now, some of
you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under
fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your
duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood, shoot
them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that
a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do."
there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get
any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding
anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're
not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going
to hold onto him by the nose and we're gonna kick him in the ass.
We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time and we're gonna
go through him like crap through a goose. Now, there's one thing
that you men will be able to say when you get back home, and you
may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around
your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you: 'What
did you do in the Great World War II?', you won't have to say: 'Well,
I shoveled s--t in Louisiana.' All right now, you sons-of-bitches,
you know how I feel - and I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys
into battle anytime, anywhere. That's all."
"For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting."
was me. That is, Alex and my three droogs. That is, Pete, Georgie
and Dim. And we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up
our razoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova Milkbar
sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which
is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you
ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence."
was around by the derelict casino that we came across Billyboy and
his four droogs. They were getting ready to perform a little of the
old in-out, in-out on a weepy young devotchka they had there."
art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and
get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunich jelly
singin' in the rain. Just singin' in the rain!"
"James, how the hell do we get those diamonds down again?"
"I know what you're thinkin'. 'Did he fire six shots or only
five?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost
track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun
in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself
one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?"
"Mama, mama, mama, mama."
s--thead! When's the last time you picked your feet, huh?...I got
a man in Poughkeepsie who wants
to talk to you. You ever been to
Poughkeepsie? Huh? Have you ever
been to Poughkeepsie?...Hey, Come on,
come on, say it. Let me hear you say it. Come on. Have you ever been to
Poughkeepsie? You been to Poughkeepsie, haven't ya? I want to hear it!
Come on!...You been there, right?...You sat on the edge of the bed, didn't
ya? You took off your shoes, put your finger between your toes, and picked
your feet, didn't ya?"
is Doyle. I'm sittin' on Frog One."
here is the personality interview which you are to fill out and return.
Now then, are you ready, Harold? Here is the first question.
'Are you uncomfortable meeting new people?'
Well, I think that's a yes, don't you agree, Harold?
'Should sex education be taught outside the home?' Oh,
I would say no, wouldn't you, Harold? Yeah, we'll give a D there.
Three: 'Should women run for president of the United States?'
I don't see why not. Absolutely yes. 'Do you
remember jokes and take pleasure in relating them to others?'
Well, you don't do that, do you, Harold? No. Absolutely not.
'Do you often get the feeling that perhaps life isn't worth living?'
Hmm, what is it, Harold? A? B? Oh, we'll put C - not sure.
'Is the subject of sex being overexploited by our mass media?'
Well, that would have to be yes, wouldn't it?
'Is it difficult for you to accept criticism?'
No. We'll mark D. 'Do you sometimes have headaches
or backaches after a difficult day?' Yes,
I do indeed. 'Do you go to sleep easily?'
I'd say so. 'Do you believe in capital punishment
for murder?' Oh, yes, I do indeed.
'In your opinion, are social affairs usually a waste of time?'
Heavens, no! 'Can God influence our lives?'
Oh, yes, absolutely yes. 'Does your personal
religion or philosophy include a life after death?'
Oh, yes, indeed. That's absolutely. 'Did you
enjoy life when you were a child?' Oh, yes, you were
a wonderful baby, Harold. 'Do you think
the sexual revolution has gone too far?' It
certainly has. 'Do you find the idea of
wife-swapping distasteful?' I even find
the question distasteful. 'Do you...' (gunshot)
Harold, please! 'Do you have ups and downs without
obvious reason?' Oh, that's you, Harold!"
"Greet the dawn with a breath of fire."
would be remiss in my duty if I did not tell you that the idea of intercourse:
the fact of your firm, young body co-mingling with the withered flesh,
sagging breasts and flabby buttocks, makes me want to vomit."
"What's the difference between going out on a call as a model or as an
actress, or as a call girl? You're successful as a call girl."
"Play 'Misty' for me."
was never to see her again. Nor was I ever to learn what became of
her. We were different then. Kids were different. It took us longer
to understand the things we felt. Life is made up of small comings
and goings. And for everything we take with us, there is something
that we leave behind. In the summer of '42, we raided the Coast Guard
station four times, we saw five movies, we had nine days of rain.
Benjie broke his watch. Oscy gave up the harmonica, and in a very
special way, I lost Hermie forever."
- "But Charlie, don't forget what happened
to the man that suddenly got everything he always wanted."
welcome. Fremde, etranger, stranger. Glucklich zu sehen. Je suis
enchante. Happy to see you. Bleibe, reste, stay. Willkommen, bienvenue,
welcome. lm Cabaret, au Cabaret, to Cabaret."
mister, I love the way you wear that hat."
"What's you wanna do with him?"
"Leave the gun. Take the cannoli."
"I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse."
"My father made him an offer he couldn't refuse."
gonna do? Nice college boy, eh? Didn't want to get mixed up in the
Family business. And now ya wanna gun down a police captain. Why?
Because he slapped ya in the face a little bit? Hah! What do you
think this is, the Army where you shoot 'em a mile away?
You've gotta get up close like this and, bada-bing, you blow
their brains all over your nice Ivy League suit. C'mere. You're takin'
this very personal."
- "What the hell is this?"
you're here? Why didn't you answer?"
"Babs, Babs. Why isn't the eggman here? l'm starvin' to death for some
eggs. Please, Babs, come in and give me some eggs."
"I'm gonna kick your ass around the block for drill, man."
a big chicken. What a way to go! To be pecked to death."
death. Two things that come once in a lifetime. But at least after death you're
me while I whip this out." (gasps and screams)
it. The next man makes a move, the nigger gets it."
FARTING SOUNDS AROUND CAMPFIRE
been with thousands of men/again and again/they promise the moon/they're
always coming and going and going and coming - and always too soon."
handsome, is that a ten-gallon hat - or are you just enjoying the
"Is it twue what they say about the way you people are gifted? (sound of zipper being opened) Oh, it's twue. It's twue. It's twue, it's twue!"
"Why would Hedley Lamarr care about where the choo-choo goes?"
We don't need no stinkin' badges!"
anybody got a dime?...Somebody's gotta go back and get a s--tload
don't get tough with anybody, Mr. Gittes. My lawyer does."
a very nosy fellow, kitty-cat, huh? You know what happens to nosy
fellows? Huh, no? Want to guess? Huh, no? OK. They lose their noses.
Next time you lose the whole thing. (I) cut if off and feed it to
my goldfish. Understand? Understand!?"
may think you know what you're dealing with, but believe me, you
don't....'Course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings,
and whores all get respectable if they last long enough."
see, Mr. Gittes, most people never have to face the fact (that at)
the right time and the right place, they're capable of anything."
"Who is she? And don't give me that crap about your sister, because
you don't have a sister."
it, Jake, it's Chinatown."
we're bigger than U.S. Steel."
make an offer he don't refuse. Don't worry."
father taught me many things here. He taught me, 'Keep your friends
close, but your enemies closer.'"
make him an offer he can't refuse."
know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart. You broke my heart."
would you give me a hand with the bags?"
knockers!" (referring to giant door knockers)
the candle back."
night, Herr Doctor."
am Frau Bleucher." (followed by the whinnying and neighing
you men are all alike. Seven or eight quick ones and you're out with
the boys to boast and brag. YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR MOUTHS SHUT! Oh,
I think I love him."
know, it's a puzzlement. There's always something I've wanted to
ask you about that operation. You know, in the transference part,
the monster got part of your wonderful brain. But what did you ever
get from him?"
dollars for me by myself. For that, you get the head, the tail
- the whole damn thing."
gonna need a bigger boat."
used to hate the water."
you so much as come near the Countess, I'll see that you never
see the light of day again."
question is - have I learned anything about life? Only that, only
that human beings are divided into mind and body. The mind embraces
all the nobler aspirations, like poetry and philosophy, but the
body has all the fun. The important thing, I think, is not to be
bitter. You know, if it turns out that there is a god, I don't
think that he's evil, I think that, that the worst you can say
about him is that, basically, he's an under-achiever. After all,
you know, there are worse things in life than death. I mean, If
you've ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman, you know
exactly what I mean. The key here I think is to, to not think of
death as an end, but think of it more as a very effective way
of cutting down on your expenses. Regarding love, huh, you know,
uh, what can you say? It's not the quantity of your sexual relations
that count. It's the quality. On the other hand, if the quantity
drops below once every eight months, I would definitely look into
it. Well, that's about it for me folks. Goodbye."
don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough
wiper! I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster
and your father smelt of elderberries."
"They uh, was givin' me ten thousand watts a day, you know, and I'm hot
to trot. The next woman takes me out is gonna light up like a pinball
machine, and pay off in silver dollars."
"Don't make a bit of sense to me. If that's what being crazy is, then I'm senseless, out of it, gone down the road wacko, but no more no less."
ever listen to women talk, man? Do you? Cuz I do 'til it’s
running out my ears. I mean, I am on my feet all day listening to women
talk and they only talk about one thing: how some guy f--ked them over.
That’s all that’s on their
minds. That’s all I ever hear about. Don’t you know that?...
I mean, face it. They know we’re always tryin' to nail them and
they don’t like it. They like it and they don’t
under a lot of pressure, you know, and you put us there. Nothing's
riding on this except the, uh, First Amendment to the Constitution,
freedom of the press, and maybe the future of the country. Not that
any of that matters, but if you guys f--k up again, I'm going to
get mad. Goodnight."
mean to say that those people know ahead of time when they're gonna
don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad.
It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their
job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers
keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street
and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's
no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit
to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells
us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes,
as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad -
worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going
crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly
the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is: 'Please,
at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster
and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just
leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to
get MAD! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I
don't want you to write to your Congressman because I wouldn't know
what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression
and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All
I know is that first you've got to get mad. (shouting) You've got to
say, 'I'm a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!' So
I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs.
I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick
your head out, and yell, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not gonna
take this anymore!'"
want you to get up right now. Sit up. Go to your windows. Open them
and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm
as mad as hell and I'm not gonna take this anymore!' Things have
got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!...You've got to say, 'I'm
as mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take this anymore!' Then we'll
figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the
oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick
your head out, and yell, and say it: 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm
not gonna take this anymore!'"
"I'm not sure she's capable of any real feelings. She's television
generation. She learned life from Bugs Bunny. The only reality she knows
comes to her from over the TV set."
"This was the story of Howard Beale, the first known instance of
a man who was killed because he had lousy ratings."
things look bad, and it looks like you're not gonna make it, then
you gotta get mean. I mean plumb mad dog mean. 'Cause if you lose
your head and you give up, then you neither live nor win. That's
just the way it is."
a real rain'll come and wash all the scum off the streets."
"Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man."
"You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to
me? Well, who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to
me? Well, I'm the only one here. Who the f--k do you think you're
"I have a very pessimistic view of life. You should know this about
me if we're gonna go out. You know, I - I feel that life is - is divided
up into the horrible and the miserable. Those are the two categories,
you know. The - the horrible would be like, um, I don't know, terminal
cases, you know, and blind people, crippled. I don't know how they get
through life. It's amazing to me. You know, and the miserable is everyone
else. That's - that's - so - so - when you go through life - you should
be thankful that you're miserable because you're very lucky to be miserable."
"...That's OK, we can walk to the curb from here."
"Hey, don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I love."
well, ha-ha) La-dee-da, la-dee-da. (La, la, yeah.)"
"Sex with you is really a Kafka-esque experience...I mean that as a compliment."
"I forgot my mantra."
"But I don't want to live in a city where the only cultural advantage is that you can make a right turn on a red light."
relationship, I think, is-is like a shark. You know, it has to constantly move
forward or it dies, and I think what we got on our hands is a dead
- A - F - F (octave lower) - C"
am paying the rent, I will make-a-da rules. I like to take showers
every morning and I don't like the panties drying on the rod. I like
to cook so I will use the kitchen whenever I damn well please, and
I am very particular about my condiments, so keep your salt and
pepper to yourself. Plus, I play the guitar in the middle of the
night whenever I cannot sleep and I meditate every morning complete
with chanting and burning incense so if you've gotta walk around,
I'd appreciate a little tip-toeing. Also, I sleep in the nude. Au
buffo. Winter and summer, rain or snow, with the windows open, and
because I may have to go to the potty or to the fridge in the middle
of the night and because I don't want to put on jammies which I do
not own in the first place - unless you're lookin' for a quick thrill
or your daughter an advanced education - I would keep my door closed.
Thems my rules and regulations, how does that grab ya?"
"Keeping the British end up, Sir."
destiny lies along a different path from mine. The
Force will be with you, always."
care of yourself, Han. I guess that's what you're best at, isn't it?"
the Force, Luke. Let go...Luke, trust me."
The Force Will Be With You Always."
"You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought."
"We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life."
- "You must repair him! Sir, if any of my circuits or gears will help, I'll gladly donate them."
"What? Over? Did you say 'over'? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no! ("Germans?" "Forget it, he's rolling.") And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough, the tough get goin'. Who's with me? Let's get goin'. Come on!"
"Then you will rejoice in your heritage, and bless me for creating
you! Bobby! You must understand your parents are of no importance!
They were chosen for you! Now that they have served their purpose,
they must disappear from your life! Bobby! Bobby!"
"I don't think about one shot that much any more, Mike."
see this? This is this. This ain't somethin' else. This is this.
From now on, you're on your own."
met this six year-old child with this blank, pale emotionless face,
and the blackest eyes - the Devil's eyes. I spent eight years
trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked
up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes
was purely and simply evil."
- "Easy Miss, I've got you."
"This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off. "
out of order! You're out of order! The whole trial is out of order!
They're out of order! That man, that sick, crazy depraved man raped
and beat that woman there, and he'd like to do it again! He told
me so! It's just a show! It's a show! It's 'Let's Make a Deal!' Let's
make a deal!"
"I was going to the worst place in the world, and I didn't even know it yet."
love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we
had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked
up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell,
you know, that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smells (or smelled)
like - victory."
we, uh, talk to Col. Kurtz?"
they tell you?"
"The horror...the horror."
long as the roots are not severed, all is well, and all will be well
in the garden."
don't know what you like. I'm sorry."
I am not a bum. I'm a jerk. I once had wealth, power, and the love
of a beautiful woman. Now, I only have two things: my friends and,
uh, my thermos. Huh? My story? OK. It was never easy for me. I
was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the
porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi... "
"And I don't need any of this! I don't need this stuff, and I don't need you. I don't need anything - except this (referring to an ashtray), this ashtray, and that's the only thing I need, is this. I don't need this or this. Just this ashtray. And this paddle game, the ashtray and the paddle game and that's all I need. And this remote control. The ashtray, the paddle game and the remote control, and that's all I need. And these matches. The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control and the paddle ball. And this lamp. The ashtray, this paddle game and the remote control and the lamp and that's all I need. And that's all I need, too. I don't need one other thing, not one - I need this! The paddle game, and the chair, and the remote control, and the matches, for sure. Well, what are you looking at? What do you think I am, some kind of a jerk or something? And this! And that's all I need. The ashtray, the remote control, the paddle game, this magazine and the chair."
second ex-wife is writing a book about our marriage and the break-up."
right, why is life worth living? That's a very good question. Uhm,
well, there are certain things I-I guess that make it worthwhile.
Uh, like what? Okay. Uhm, for me, ah, ooh, I would say - what, Groucho
Marx, to name one thing. Uh, uhmm, and Willie Mays, and uhm, uh,
the Second Movement of the Jupiter Symphony. And uhm, Louis Armstrong
recording Potatohead Blues. Uhm, Swedish movies, naturally, Sentimental
Education by Flaubert, uh, Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra. Uhm, those
incredible apples and pears by Cézanne. Uh, the crabs at Sam
Wo's. Uhm, Tracy's face.."