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The story of a lifetime.

Hello. My name's Forrest, Forrest Gump. You want a chocolate?

Forrest Gump: My Mama always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on.

Forrest Gump: What's my destiny, Mama? Mrs. Gump: You're gonna have to figure that out for yourself.

Forrest Gump: There was Dallas, from Phoenix; Cleveland - he was from Detroit; and Tex... well, I don't remember where Tex come from.

Forrest Gump: Mama always had a way of explaining things so I could understand them.

Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far. Far far away from here.

Mama always said, dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't.

Mama says they was magic shoes. They could take me anywhere.

Now you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I could run like the wind blows. From that day on, if I was ever going somewhere, I was running!

Stupid is as stupid does.

Life's a box of chocolates, Forrest. You never know what you're gonna get.

Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks.

That's all I have to say about that.

Dorothy Harris: You understand this is the bus to the school, now, don'tcha? Forrest Gump Jr.: Of course; you're Dorothy Harris, and I'm Forrest Gump.

Forrest Gump: When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. When I had to go, you know, I went. Elderly Southern Woman on Park Bench: And so, you just ran? Forrest Gump: Yeah.

My Mama always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on.

What's normal anyways?

A timeless story of innocence lost and humanity found.

Zäune trennen, doch Hoffnung eint. (Fences divide, but hope unites.)

Lines may divide us, but hope will unite us...

A story of innocence in a world of ignorance

Bruno: We're not supposed to be friends, you and me. We're meant to be enemies. Did you know that?

Bruno: It could be worse than it looks.

Bruno: Why do you wear pajamas all day? Shmuel: The soldiers. They took all our clothes away. Bruno: My dad's a soldier, but not the sort that takes people's clothes away.

Bruno: He used to be a doctor once, but gave it all up to peel potatoes.

Love, family and imagination conquer all.

Giosué Orefice: This is a simple story... but not an easy one to tell. Guido: You can lose all your points for any one of three things. One: If you cry. Two: If you ask to see your mother. Three: If you're hungry and ask for a snack! Forget it!

Giosué Orefice: I didn't like the train. Guido: [to his son] Me, neither. We'll take the bus back, okay? Guido: [to the Nazis] Did you hear that? We're taking the bus back!

Nothing on Earth could come between them.

Collide With Destiny.

Brock Lovett: Thirteen meters; you should see it. Brock Lovett: [seeing the shipwreck come into view for the first time] OK; take her up and over the bow rail.

Rose: [letting go of Jack's hand] I'll never let go, Jack. I promise.

Molly Brown: You shine up like a new penny.

Jack: Where to, Miss? Rose: To the stars.

Old Rose: Fifteen-hundred people went into the sea, when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby... and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six... out of fifteen-hundred. Afterward, the seven-hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait... wait to die... wait to live... wait for an absolution... that would never come.

Old Rose: A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me... in every way that a person can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now... only in my memory.

Rose: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.

Jack: I'm the king of the world!

Jack: We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that? (ironic, huh?)

Cal Hockley: It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship.

Tommy Ryan: Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class.

Cal Hockley: You're a good liar. Jack: Almost as good as you.

Old Rose: I saw my whole life as if I'd already lived it. An endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared... or even noticed.

Cal Hockley: [stuffs coat with money and diamond] I make my own luck. Lovejoy: [shows gun] So do I.

Brock Lovett: Dive six, here we are again on the deck of Titanic. Two and a half miles down. Three-thousand, eight hundred and twenty-one meters. The pressure outside is three-and-a-half tons per square inch. These windows are nine inches thick, and if they go, it's sayonara in two micro-seconds.

Jack: I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this.

Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as it did last time I saw it... The reflection's changed a bit.

Old Rose: It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.

Tommy Ryan: Ah, forget it, boyo. You're as like to have angels fly out your arse as get next to the likes of her.

Thomas Andrews: I'm sorry that I didn't build you a stronger ship, young Rose.

Rose: Mr. Andrews, forgive me. I did the sum in my head and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned, forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard. Thomas Andrews: 'Bout half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you?

Molly Brown: Why do they insist on announcing dinner like a damned cavalry charge?

Thomas Andrews: Sleep soundly young Rose for I have built you a good ship, strong and true, she's all the lifeboats you need.

Fifth Officer Lowe: Is there anyone alive out there? Can anyone hear me?

Ruth: You're not to see that boy again. Do you understand me? Rose, I forbid it. Rose: Oh stop it, mother. You'll give yourself a nose bleed

Jack: Do you love him? Rose: Pardon me? Jack: Do you love him? Rose: Well, you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this. Jack: Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not? Rose: This is not a suitable conversation. Jack: Why can't you just answer the question? Rose: This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now. [starts shaking Jack's hand] Rose: Jack... Mister Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you. Jack: And even insulted me. Rose: Well, you deserved it. Jack: Right. Rose: Right. Jack: [Rose is still shaking his hand] I thought you were leaving. Rose: [turns to leave] I am. You are so annoying. Jack: Ha, ha. Rose: [turns back to Jack] Wait, I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave. Jack: Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?

Jack: So, you wanna go to a real party?

Old Rose: It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.

Rose: What? Do you think a first class girl can't drink?

[the Titanic is about to sink] Rose: Jack! This is where we first met.

Jack: [stepping into the water after Rose rescues him] Oh *beep* this is cold! *beep* *beep* *beep*

Rose: I'm through being polite, goddammit! Now, take me down.

Tommy Ryan: If this is the direction the rats are going that's fine with me!

Molly Brown: Ain't nothing to it, is there, Jack? Remember, they love money so pretend like you own a gold mine and you're in the club.

Rose: I will do this with or without your help, sir, but without, it will take longer.

Ismay: [Andrews enters room with crew behind him; he lays out architectural drawings on table, with Ismay behind him] Most unfortunate, captain! Thomas Andrews: [perspiring and trembling] Water... fourteen feet above the keel in ten minutes. In the forepeak, in all three holds and in the boiler room six. Ismay: When can we get underway, damnit! Thomas Andrews: That's five compartments! She can stay afloat with the first four compartments breached, but not five! [tersely to Smith] Thomas Andrews: Not five. As she goes down by the head, the water will spill over the tops of the bulkheads at E deck from one to the next. Back and back. There's no stopping it. Smith: The pumps... if we opened the doors... Thomas Andrews: [interrupting] The pumps buy you time, but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder. Ismay: [incredulously] But this ship can't sink! Thomas Andrews: She's made of iron, sir! I assure you, she can... and she will. It is a mathematical certainty. Smith: How much time? Thomas Andrews: An hour... two at most. Smith: And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch? 1st Officer William Murdoch: 2,200 souls on board, sir. Smith: [turning to Ismay] Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.

Irish Mommy: And so they lived, happily together for three-hundred years. In the land of Tír na nÓg, of eternal youth and beauty.

Rose: You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people. Jack: I see you. Rose: And? Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.

Smith: Take her to sea, Mr. Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs.

Brock Lovett: Three years, I've thought of nothing except Titanic; but I never got it... I never let it in.

The story of a life and everything that came after...

George Harvey: You're the Salmon girl, right?

Life isn't measured in minutes, but in moments.

"I was born under unusual circumstances".

Life can only be understood backward. It must be lived forward.

Time is passing, even backwards.

Benjamin Button: It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you.

Every second counts.

There is no force more powerful than the will to live.

Aron Ralston: Hey there, Aron! Is it true that you didn't tell anyone where you were going? Yes, it's true... Ups!

An epic story about a man who could do anything... exept be ordinary.

Take piano: keys begin, keys end. You know there are 88 of them. Nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You're infinite... And on those keys, the music that you can make... is infinite. I like that. That I can live by...

Who is Salt?

Not everybody are who they say they are.

Prepare for the extraordinary.

The power of seven become a league of one

A Rogue. A Scientist. A Spy. A Hunter. A Vampire. A beast. An Immortal

M: You can't kill the future.

Dorian Grey: We'll be at this whole day!

Once upon a time in te Nazi occupied France...

You haven't seen war untill you've seen it through the eyes of Quentin Tarantino.

If You Need Heroes, Send In The Basterds

"I love my unofficial title, precisely because I have earned it."

A basterd's work is never done.

Adolf Hitler: Nein nein nein nein nein nein!

Lt. Aldo Raine: Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Nazi scalps. And I want my scalps.

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'.

Shosanna Dreyfus: My name is Shosanna Dreyfus and this is the face of Jewish vengeance! Lt. Aldo Raine: I'm gonna give you a little somethin' you can't take off. Bridget von Hammersmark: I know this is a silly question before I ask it, but can you Americans speak any other language besides English? Lt. Aldo Raine: You know somethin', Utivich? I think this just might be my masterpiece.

563 miles. 9 people. $2 million. 1001 problems!

The Squirel Lady: You Should Have Bought A Sqirel! Owen: For her....... VAGINA!!!

When friendship runs deeper than blood.

Four friends made a mistake that changed their lives forever.

Lorenzo: This is a true story about friendship that runs deeper than blood. This is my story and that of the only three friends in my life that truely mattered. Two of them were killers who never made it past the age of 30. The other's a non-practicing attorney living with the pain of his past - too afraid to let it go, never confronting its horror. I'm the only one who can speak for them, and the children we were.

Crime, passion and lust for power.

As boys, they said they would die for each other. As men, they did.

As boys, they made a pact to share their fortunes, their loves, their lives. As men, they shared a dream to rise from poverty to power. Forging an empire built on greed, violence and betrayal, their dream would end as a mystery that refuse to die.

Deborah Gelly: Age can wither me, Noodles. We're both getting old. All that we have left now are our memories. If you go to that party on Saturday night, you won't have those anymore. Tear up that invitation. There's an exit back this way. Noodles, go through it. Keep walking. Don't turn around. Please, Noodles, I'm begging you, please.

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

Red: Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

Red: I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

A ringing phone just has to be answerd.

No options. No lies. No fear. No deals. Just keep talking.

This morning everything was fine.

Hang Up And You Die.

The Caller: Isn't it funny? You hear a phone ring and it could be anybody. But ringing phone has to be answered, doesn't it?

Doesn't it?

When he closed his eyes, his heart was opened.

You only live once, so why not die with style?

Edward Cole: We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round.

Carter Chambers: You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.

Carter Chambers: Edward Perriman Cole died in May. It was a Sunday afternoon, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky...

The true story of a real fake.

Die wahre Story einer genialen Täschung. (The true story of an ingenious deception.)

Frank Abagnale Sr.: Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.

Carl Hanratty: How'd you do it Frank? How did you cheat on the bar exam in Louisiana?

There are two sides to the American dream.

Frank Lucas: The man I worked for had one of the biggest companies in New York City. He didn't own his own company. White man owned it, so they owned him. Nobody owns me, though.

What would you do?

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. So the question becomes, or should have been all a long... What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfil? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write?

Many of life's failures are people who do not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

Miracles DO happen.

Paul Edgecomb didn't believe in miracles. Until the day he met one.

This is a story about a miracle where I work... The Green Mile.

Walk a mile you'll never forget.

Miracles happen in the most unexpected places.

Paul Edgecomb: A big man is ripping your ears off Percy. I'd do as he says.

Paul Edgecomb: Your name is John Coffey? John Coffey: Yes sir boss. Like the drink, only not spelled the same.

John Coffey: I couldn't help it, boss. I tried to take it back, but it was too late.

Old Paul Edgecomb: I guess sometimes the past just catches up with you, whether you want it to or not.

Old Paul Edgecomb: They usually call death row the Last Mile, but we called ours the Green Mile, because the floor was the color of faded limes. We had the electric chair then. Old Sparky, we called it. I've lived a lot of years, Ellie, but 1935. takes the prize. That was the year I had the worst urinary infection of my life. That was also the year of John Coffey and the two dead girls.

John Coffey: Do you leave a light on after bedtime? Because I get a little scared in the dark sometimes. If it's a strange place.

Paul Edgecomb: The man is mean, careless, and stupid. Bad combination in a place like this.

Paul Edgecomb: I've done some things in my life I'm not proud of, but this is the first time I've ever felt in real danger of hell.

Old Paul Edgecomb: We each owe a death - there are no exceptions - but, oh God, sometimes the Green Mile seems so long.

Hal: [after Del's execution] WHAT IN THE BLUE *beep* WAS THAT? There's puke all over the floor up there. And that smell! I had Van Hayes open both doors but that smell's not going out for five damn years that's what I'm bettin'. And that *beep* Wharton, is singing about it. You can hear him up there!

John Coffey: People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.

Paul Edgecomb: We'll be doing this for real tomorrow night and I don't want nobody to remember some stupid joke like that and get it going again. You ever try to not to laugh in church when something funny gets stuck in your head? Same goddamn thing.

Toot-Toot: Gettin' to my knees. Prayin'. Lord in Heaven, sorry for all the bad *beep* I've done, all the people I've trampled on, I hope they forgive me, I won't do it again, that's for sure.

Jan Edgecomb: Honey, if you don't tell me what's on your mind, I'm afraid I'll have to smother you with a pillow.

John Coffey: Take my hand, boss. You see for yourself.

John Coffey: You can't hide what's in your heart

Amadeus. The man. The music. The magic. The madness. The murder. The mystery.

Salieri: Mozart! Mozart, forgive your assassin! I confess, I killed you...

Salieri: I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink strokes - at an absolute beauty.

Salieri: My plan was so simple. It terrified me. First I must get the death mass and then, I must achieve his death. Father Vogler: What? Salieri: His funeral! Imagine it, the cathedral, all Vienna sitting there, his coffin, Mozart's little coffin in the middle, and then, in that silence, music! A divine music bursts out over them all. A great mass of death! Requiem mass for Wolfgang Mozart, composed by his devoted friend, Antonio Salieri! Oh what sublimity, what depth, what passion in the music! Salieri has been touched by God at last. And God is forced to listen! Powerless, powerless to stop it! I, for once in the end, laughing at him! [beat] Salieri: The only thing that worried me was the actual killing. How does one do that? Hmmm? How does one kill a man? It's one thing to dream about it; very different when, when you, when you have to do it with your own hands.

Emperor Joseph II: Well, there it is.

Katerina Cavalieri: I heard you met Herr Mozart. Salieri: News travels fast in Vienna. Katerina Cavalieri: And he's been commissioned to write an opera. Is it true? Salieri: Yes. Katerina Cavalieri: Is there a part in it for me? Salieri: No. Katerina Cavalieri: How do you know? Salieri: Do you know where it's set, my dear? Katerina Cavalieri: No. Salieri: In a harem. Katerina Cavalieri: What's that? Salieri: A brothel! Katerina Cavalieri: Oh-h-h-h. Salieri: Come. Let's begin. Katerina Cavalieri: What does he look like? Salieri: Mozart? You might be disappointed. Katerina Cavalieri: Why? Salieri: Looks and talent don't always go together, Katerina Katerina Cavalieri: Looks don't concern me, maestro. Only talent interests a woman of taste.

Emanuel Schikaneder: Look, I asked you if we could start rehearsals next week and you said yes. Mozart: Well, we can. Emanuel Schikaneder: So let me see it. Where is it? Mozart: Here. It's all right here in my noodle. The rest is just scribbling. Scribbling and bibbling, bibbling and scribbling.

Mozart: I actually threw the score on the fire, he made me so angry. Salieri: You burned the score? Mozart: No, no. My wife took it out in time.

Constanze Mozart: Is it not good? Salieri: It is miraculous.

Salieri: Are you sure you can't leave these and, and come back again? Constanze Mozart: It's very tempting sir, but it's impossible, I'm afraid. Wolfgang would be frantic if he found those were missing, you see they're all originals. Salieri: Originals? Constanze Mozart: Yes, sir, he doesn't make copies. Salieri: These, are originals?

Salieri: But they showed no corrections of any kind. Not one. He had simply written down music already finished in his head. Page after page of it as if he were just taking dictation. And music, finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase and the structure would fall.

Salieri: I heard the music of true forgiveness filling the theater, conferring on all who sat there, perfect absolution. God was singing through this little man to all the world, unstoppable, making my defeat more bitter with every passing bar.

Salieri: He was my idol. Mozart, I can't think of a time when I didn't know his name.

Salieri: Mozart, it was good of you to come! Mozart: How could I not? Salieri: How... Did my work please you? Mozart: [hesitantly] I never knew that music like that was possible! Salieri: [uncertainly] You flatter me. Mozart: No, no! One hears such sounds, and what can one say but... "Salieri."

Mozart: "Confutatis maledictis" - when the wicked are confounded. "Flammis Acribus Adictis." How would you translate that? Salieri: Consigned to flames of woe. Mozart: Do you believe in it? Salieri: What? Mozart: A fire which never dies, burning you forever? Salieri: Oh yes.

[after playing several selections of his music for Father Vogler, who is unfamiliar with any of them, Salieri smiles knowingly and plays the opening measure of "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik." Vogler instantly begins to hum along in surprised recognition] Father Vogler: [smiling] Yes, I know that! Oh, that's charming! I'm sorry, I didn't know you wrote that. Salieri: I didn't. That was Mozart. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Father Vogler: [smile fades] The man you accuse yourself of killing.

[addressing the complaints about the "improper" libretto for "Figaro"] Mozart: Come on now, be honest! Which one of you wouldn't rather listen to his hairdresser than Hercules? Or Horatius, or Orpheus... people so lofty they sound as if they *beep* marble!

[about Emperor Joseph II's musical tastes] Salieri: Actually, the man had no ear at all. But what did it matter? He adored my music.

[to a priest] Salieri: I will speak for you, Father. I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint.

Salieri: While my father prayed earnestly to God to protect commerce, I would offer up secretly the proudest prayer a boy could think of: Lord, make me a great composer. Let me celebrate Your glory through music and be celebrated myself. Make me famous through the world, dear God. Make me immortal. After I die, let people speak my name forever with love for what I wrote. In return, I will give You my chastity, my industry, my deepest humility, every hour of my life, Amen.

[the Emperor offers the sheet music of Salieri's welcome march to Mozart] Mozart: Keep it Majesty, if you want. It's already here in my head. Emperor Joseph II: What? On one hearing only? Mozart: I think so, Sire, yes. Emperor Joseph II: Show us.

[Having played two pieces of music to the priest, who doesn't recognize either] Salieri: Can you remember no melody of mine? I was the most famous composer in Europe. I wrote 40 operas alone.

Katerina Cavalieri: Is that woman still lying on the floor?

Mozart: That doesn't really work, does it?

Salieri: You don't mean to tell me that you're living in poverty? Mozart: No. But I'm broke.

Constanze Mozart: [to Mozart's father] May I offer you some tea, Herr Mozart? Mozart: Tea? Who wants tea? Let's go out! This calls for a feast. You don't want tea, do you, Papa? Constanze Mozart: Wolfie... Mozart: I know, let's go dancing! Papa loves parties, don't you? Constanze Mozart: Wolfie! Mozart: What? How can you be so boring? Tea...

[Mozart loses at musical chairs] Emanuel Schikaneder: Herr Mozart, why don't you name your son's penalty? Mozart: Yes, papa. Name it. Name it, I'll do anything you say. Anything. Leopold Mozart: I want you to come back to Salzburg with me, my son. Mozart: Papa, the rule is you can only give a penalty that can be performed in the room. Leopold Mozart: I'm tired of this game, I don't want to play anymore. Mozart: But my penalty! [jumping up and down like an angry child] Mozart: I've got to have a penalty!

Mozart: Why must I submit samples of my work to some stupid committee just to teach a thirteen-year-old girl? Count Von Strack: Because His Majesty wishes it. Mozart: Is the emperor angry with me? Count Von Strack: Quite the contrary. Mozart: Then why doesn't he simply appoint me to the post? Count Von Strack: Mozart, you are not the only composer in Vienna. Mozart: No. But I'm the best!

Mozart: [of his great opera, "Figaro"] Nine performances! Nine, that's all it's had! And withdrawn! Salieri: I know, I know, it's outrageous. Still, if the public doesn't like one's work, one has to accept the fact gracefully. Mozart: But what is it that they don't like? Salieri: I can speak for the emperor. You make too many demands on the royal ear. The poor man can't concentrate for more than an hour... you gave him four. Mozart: What did you think of it yourself? Did you like it at all? Salieri: I thought it was marvelous. Mozart: Of course! It's the best opera yet written, I know it... Why didn't they come? Salieri: I think you overestimate our dear Viennese, my friend. You know you didn't even give them a good bang at the end of songs, to let them know when to clap? Mozart: I know, I know, maybe you should give me some lessons in that...

Mozart: [about the royal composer's position he did not get] Whom did they choose? Salieri: Herr Zummer. Mozart: Herr Zummer? But the man's a fool, he's a total mediocrity! Salieri: No, no, he has yet to achieve mediocrity.

Constanze Mozart: Wolfie, I think you really are going mad. You work like a slave for that idiot actor who won't give you a penny. And here, this is not a ghost! This is a real man who puts down real money. Why on earth won't you finish it? Can you give me one reason I can understand? Mozart: It's killing me.

Salieri: Leave me alone. Father Vogler: I cannot leave alone a soul in pain. Salieri: Do you know who I am? Father Vogler: It makes no difference. All men are equal in God's eyes. Salieri: [leans in mockingly] *Are* they?

Salieri: My father, he did not care for music. When I told him how I wished I could be like Mozart, he would say; "Why? Do you want to be a trained monkey? Would you like me to drag you around Europe, doing tricks like a circus freak?" [Salieri chuckles ruefully] Salieri: How could I tell *him*... what music meant to me?

Mozart: I am fed to the teeth with elevated themes! Old dead legends! Why must we go on forever writing about gods and legends? Baron Van Swieten: Because they do. They go on forever. Or at least what they represent. The eternal in us. Opera is here to enoble us. You and me, just the same as His Majesty.

Salieri: On the page it looked nothing. The beginning simple, almost comic. Just a pulse - bassoons and basset horns - like a rusty squeezebox. Then suddenly - high above it - an oboe, a single note, hanging there unwavering, till a clarinet took over and sweetened it into a phrase of such delight! This was no composition by a performing monkey! This was a music I'd never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing, it had me trembling. It seemed to me that I was hearing the very voice of God.

Mozart: [speaking backwards] Say I'm sick. Say I'm sick! Constanze Mozart: Yes, you are. You are very sick. Mozart: No! Say it backwards, *beep*

Constanze Mozart: Stop it! Mozart: I am stopping it! Slowly. There? See? I've stopped. Now we're going back. Constanze Mozart: No! Mozart: Yes, yes! You don't know where you are! Here, everything goes backwards. People walk backwards, dance backwards, sing backwards, and even talk backwards. Constanze Mozart: That's stupid. Mozart: Why? People fart backwards.

Constanze Mozart: No. I'm not going to marry you. You're a fiend! Mozart: [speaking backwards] Ooy vol I tub. Ooy vol I tub! Constanze Mozart: Tub, but. I. Vol, love... But I love you? Mozart: [nods, mouths] I love you.

Count Orsini-Rosenberg: A young man trying to impress beyond his abilities. Count Orsini-Rosenberg: A young man trying to impress beyond his abilities.

Count Orsini-Rosenberg: Italian is the proper language for opera. All educated people agree on that.

Mozart: The whole thing is set in a harem, Majesty. In a seraglio. Count Orsini-Rosenberg: You mean in Turkey? Mozart: Yes, exactly. Count Orsini-Rosenberg: Then why especially does it have to be in German? Mozart: It doesn't, especially. It could be in Turkish if you really want.

Archbishop Colloredo: Your son is an unprincipled, spoiled, conceited brat!

Emperor Joseph II: Is it modern?

Salieri: That was Mozart. That! That giggling dirty-minded creature I had just seen, crawling on the floor!

Salieri: The restored third act was bold, brilliant. The fourth... was astounding.

Salieri: Through my influence, I saw to it that Don Giovanni was played only five times in Vienna. But in secret, I went to every one of those five. Worshipping sounds I alone seemed to hear.

Constanze Mozart: What are you doing here? Salieri: Your husband took ill. I brought him home. Constanze Mozart: But why you? Salieri: Because, madam, I was at hand.

Emanuel Schikaneder: What's so intelligent about writing a Requiem Mass? Constanze Mozart: Money!

Salieri: That was God laughing at me. Through that obscene giggle...

Salieri: That was not Mozart laughing, Father... that was God.

Mozart: My music... they started without me!

Salieri: Everybody liked me. [pause] Salieri: I liked myself.

Salieri: So rose the dreadful ghost from his next and blackest opera, there on the stage stood the figure of a dead commander and I knew, only I understood that the horrifying aparition was Leopold, raised from the dead. ::the opera continues:: Wolfgang had actually summoned up his own father to accuse his son before all the world. It was terrifying and wonderful to watch ::the opera continues:: And now the madness began in me. The madness of the man splitting in half. Through my influence, I saw to it Don Giovanni was played only five times in Vienna but in secret I went to every one of those five worshipping a sound that only I seemed to hear. ::the opera continues:: And as I stood there understanding how that bitter old man was still possessing his poor son even from beyond the grave. I began to see a way, a terrible way, I could finally triumph over God.

Salieri: From now on we are enemies, You and I. Because You choose for Your instrument a boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy and give me for reward only the ability to recognize the incarnation. Because You are unjust, unfair, unkind, I will block You, I swear it. I will hinder and harm Your creature on earth as far as I am able.

Mozart: Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.

Salieri: Your... merciful God. He destroyed His own beloved, rather than let a mediocrity share in the smallest part of His glory.

[trying on wigs] Mozart: They're all so beautiful. Why don't I have three heads?

Mozart: It's unbelievable, the director has actually torn up a huge section of my music. They say I have to rewrite the opera. But it's perfect as it is! I can't rewrite what's perfect!

Salieri: All I wanted was to sing to God. He gave me that longing... and then made me mute. Why? Tell me that. If He didn't want me to praise him with music, why implant the desire? Like a lust in my body! And then deny me the talent?

Mozart: Sire, only opera can do this. In a play if more than one person speaks at the same time, it's just noise, no one can understand a word. But with opera, with music... with music you can have twenty individuals all talking at the same time, and it's not noise, it's a perfect harmony!

Salieri is wheelchaired through the insane asylum] Salieri: Mediocrities everywhere... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you all.

Nina: I just want to be perfect.

Nina Sayers: I was perfect...

When God couldn't save The King, The Queen turned to someone who could.

It takes leadership to confront a nation's fear. It takes friendship to conquer your own.

Stanley Baldwin: Your greatest test... is yet to come!

King George VI: If I'm King, where's my power? Can I form a government? Can I levy a tax, declare a war? No! And yet I am the seat of all authority. Why? Because the nation believes that when I speak, I speak for them. But I can't speak.

King George VI: All that work down the drain. My own brother, I couldn't say a single word to him in reply. Lionel Logue: Why do you stammer so much more with David than you ever do with me? King George VI: 'Cos you're b... bloody well paid to listen. Lionel Logue: Bertie, I'm not a geisha girl. King George VI: St... stop trying to be so bloody clever. Lionel Logue: What is it about David that stops you speaking? King George VI: What is it about you that bloody well makes you want to go on about it the whole bloody time? Lionel Logue: Vulgar, but fluent; you don't stammer when you swear. King George VI: Oh, bugger orf! Lionel Logue: Is that the best you can do? King George VI: Well... bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard. Lionel Logue: Oh, a public school prig could do better than that. King George VI: *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* Lionel Logue: Yes! King George VI: *beep* Lionel Logue: Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue! King George VI: Because I'm angry! Lionel Logue: Do you know the f-word? King George VI: F... f... fornication? Lionel Logue: Oh, Bertie. King George VI: *beep*. *beep*! *beep*, *beep*, *beep* and *beep*! *beep*, *beep* and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, *beep*, *beep*, arse! Lionel Logue: Yes... King George VI: Balls, balls... Lionel Logue: ...you see, not a hesitation! King George VI: *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* and willy. Willy, *beep* and *beep* and... tits.

No laws. No limits. One rule. Never fall in love.

This Story Is About Truth, This Story Is About Beauty, This Story Is About Freedom, And Above All Things This Story Is About Love.

Every man wanted her. But One man dared to love her.

This story is about love, overcoming all obstacles.

He entered in a world where fantasies are real.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

Zidler: Send Christian away. Only you can save him.

Satine: I don't need you anymore! All my life you made believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me. He loves me! He loves me, Harold. And that is worth everything! We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge!

Come what may, I will love you until my dying day.

Christian: [voiceover and typing] Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End. Christian: [voiceover, singing] The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

Satine: Tell our story Christian, that way I'll-I'll always be with you.

Satine: The truth? The truth is that I am the Hindu courtesan... and I choose the maharajah.

Argentinean: Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. It always ends bad.

Zidler: The show must go on, Satine. We're creatures of the underworld. We can't afford to love.

Argentinean: We have a dance in the brothels of Buenos Aires. It tells the story of the prostitute and a man who falls in love with her. First, there is desire. Then, passion. Then, suspicion. Jealousy. Anger. Betrayal. When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust. Without trust, there can be no love. Jealousy, yes, jealousy will drive you mad.

Satine: The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives... and gives expensive... jewels.

The Duke: She is mine.

Zidler: Outside it may be raining, but in here it's entertaining.

Christian: Then I'll write a song and we'll put it in the show and whenever you sing it or hear it. Or whistle or hum it then you'll know. It'll mean that we love one another.

The Duke: It's not that I'm not a jealous man. I just don't like other people touching my things.

Argentinean: The Hills are alive with the sound of music? I love it.

Nini Legs-In-The-Air: This ending's silly. Why would the courtesan go for the penniless writer? Whoops. I mean sitar player.

Satine: The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home.

Zidler: Outside things may be tragic, but in here we feel its magic.

The Duke: You expect me to believe that scantily clad, in the arms of another man, in the middle of the night, inside an elephant you were rehearsing?

No matter what you say the show is ending our way. You've gotta stand your ground for freedom, beauty, truth, and love.

Toulouse-Lautrec: [singing] There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy...

Cristian: His eyes upon your face. His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin. It's more than I can stand!

Christian: I've come to pay my bill.

Satine: [singing] I'll top the bill, I'll earn the kill. I have to find the will to carry on with the, on with the, on with the show.

Satine: One day I'll fly away, leave all this to yestrerday. But why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends?

Harold Zidler: Today's the day when dreaming ends.

Christian: The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people.

Forgiveness comes at a price

Walter Fane: It was silly of us to look for qualities in each other that we never had.

Colonel Yu: I think China belongs to the Chinese people, but the rest of the world seems to disagree

Kitty Fane: Men are incalculable. I thought you were just like everybody else, and now I feel I don't know the first thing about you.

Kitty Fane: As if a woman ever loved a man for his virtue.

Walter Fane: Hello. Kitty Garstin: Hello. Walter Fane: Say, I was wondering... Kitty Garstin: What? Walter Fane: Sorry. I - I was wondering if you'd like to dance. Kitty Garstin: Why not?

Walter Fane: Are you looking to kill yourself?

Walter Fane: Do you like flowers? Kitty Fane: Not particularly, no. Well, I mean yes, but we don't really have them around the house. Mother says, "Why purchase something you can grow for free?" Then, we don't really grow them either. It does silly really. To put all that effort into something that's just going to die.

Kitty Fane: It's raining cats and dogs. Kitty Fane: I said it's raining cats and dogs. Walter Fane: Yes, I heard you. Kitty Fane: You might have answered. Walter Fane: I suppose I'm not used to speaking unless I've something to say. Kitty Fane: If people only spoke when they had something to say, the human race would soon lose the power of speech.

Kitty Fane: For God's sake, Walter, will you stop punishing me? Do you absolutely despise me? Walter Fane: No. I despise myself. Kitty Fane: Why? Walter Fane: For allowing myself to love you once.

Charlie Townsend: Women are always under the impression that men love them more that they really do. Kitty Fane: I wouldn't delude myself for a second that you were in love with me. Charlie Townsend: Now there you're wrong

Kitty Fane: [Talking to her mother about marrying Walter] Please, Mother. The idea that any women should marry any Tom, Dick or Harry regardless of her own feelings is simply prehistoric.

Mother Superior: When love and duty are one, grace is within you.

Between what you know and what you wish, lies the secret of the big blue.

The sea has a secret.

Danger...Like Passion...Runs Deep

Enzo: Ah, I was 17! I was so in love with her, I tried to die for her. Two years later I can't even remember her name. Time, erases everything.

Roberto: Enzo, really, whatcha going to do with the money? Enzo: A rosary for mama, a dress for Angelica and you , get yourself a suit that fits. But most important. Roberto: Yes Enzo: Find me the Frenchman. Find me Jacques Mayol.

Enzo: A thousand commanders, and we get the Belgian from Alcoholics Anonymous!

Roberto: It's not like him to be late. Of course, sometimes he doesn't show up at all.

Enzo: ...So, between Mamma, Roberto and Alfredo, we yell and scream at each other all day long. Except for Angelica, she just cries. And then finally, we all end up kissing. Can you explain that to me? Because *that's* what love is all about. It's a pain in the ass, but it keeps us together.

Jacques: Why're you always talkin'? Y'know- you think that other people are interested in what you're talkin' about? I'M not interested, and other people aren't either! So just STOP talkin', because other people have other things to say y'know! You understand me? Stop talkin'! It's *beep* Enzo: She's gone? Jacques: YES! She's gone!

Enzo: Don't look at Jaques as if he was a human being, he comes from another planet. Johanna: And what planet are you from, huh Enzo? Enzo: ITALIA!

A long shot becomes a ledend.

Narrator: [First lines] They called it the car for every man. Henry Ford himself called it a car for the great multitude. It was functional, and simple, like your sewing machine, or your cast-iron stove. You could learn to drive it in less than a day. And you could get any color you wanted, so long as it was black. When Ford first conceived the Model-T, it took thirteen hours to assemble. Within five years he was turning out a vehicle every ninety seconds. Of course the real invention was the assembly line that built it. Pretty soon other businesses had borrowed the same technologies. Seamstresses became button sewers. Furniture makers became knob turners. It was the beginning and the end of imagination, all at the same time.

George Woolf: I think it's better to break a man's leg than his heart.

Red Pollard: I *was* crippled for the rest of my life. I got better. He made me better. Hell, you made me better.

Red Pollard: That's as much my horse as it is yours.

Red Pollard: I'm fine George. I don't need your help and I sure as *beep* don't need your charity. Leave me alone.

Red Pollard: Brick by brick, my citizens. Brick by brick.

Charles Howard: The horse is too small, the jockey too big, the trainer too old, and I'm too dumb to know the difference.

Narrator: The first time he saw Seabiscuit, the colt was walking through the fog at five in the morning. Smith would say later that the horse looked right through him. As if to say, "What the hell are you looking at? Who do you think you are?" He was a small horse, barely fifteen hands. He was hurting too. There was a limp in his walk, a wheezing when he breathed. Smith didn't pay attention to that. He was looking the horse in the eye.

You know, everybody thinks we found this broken-down horse and fixed him, but we didn't. He fixed us. Every one of us. And I guess in a way we kinda fixed each other too.

Discover the mystery behind the legend.

He had a vision no one saw as clearly as she. In a house where everything had its place, where every image had meaning, he gave her the power to see the light. She gave him a look that would last forever.....

Beauty inspires obsession.

Griet's Mother: Griet! Leave that.

Griet: You looked inside me...

Tanneke: His by-blow was dry before the paint was!

Van Ruijven: You have very wide eyes.

Catharina: [in tears] Why don't you paint me? Vermeer: Because you don't understand. Catharina: [gesturing toward Griet indignantly] And *she* does?

Van Ruijven: [maliciously] Ripe as a plum, still unplucked.

Van Ruijven: You've glazed my wife in dried piss.

You're a fly in his web... we all are.

Van Ruijven: How hard is it to paint a pretty girl?

Van Ruijven: [speaking to Griet] I hear you have been of great use to your master. All that grinding and stirring, eh?

Tanneke: Well, I've come to the right place, then. This is for you