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    Favorite movie quotes, discourses, and dialogs.

    Yes anther movie thread from your friendly neighborhood latch..

    Rather than posting a few one-liners, I chose to showcase a few movies that in the script, there are quotes that make you say, "What did that dude say? I didn't understand any of that!" Some are profound and some are merely complex, but they are all fun!

    The first one is from The Hospital(1971). George C. Scott fires off this discourse so quickly you have to rewind to get what he's saying.
    Spoiler: The Hospital

    BOCK
    (looks down again)
    You're wasting your time. I've been
    impotent for years.

    BARBARA
    Rubbish.

    With a crash of his fist on the desktop, Bock stands; he is
    in a drunken rage.

    BOCK
    (lurches about)
    What the hell's wrong with being
    impotent? My God, you kids are more
    hung up on sex than the Victorians!
    I've got a son, twenty-three. I threw
    him out of the house last year.
    Pietistic little humbug. He preached
    universal love and despised everyone.
    He had a blanket contempt for the
    middle class, even its decencies. He
    detested my mother because she had
    petit bourgeois pride in her son the
    doctor. I cannot tell you how
    brutishly he ignored that rather
    good old lady. When she died, he
    didn't even come to the funeral. He
    thought the chapel service an
    hypocrisy. His generation didn't
    live with lies, he told me. "Everybody
    lives with lies," I said. I grabbed
    him by his poncho, dragged him the
    full length of our seven-room
    despicably affluent middle-class
    apartment and flung him out. I haven't
    seen him since. But do you know what
    he said to me as he stood there on
    that landing on the verge of tears.
    He shrieked at me: "You old fink!
    You can't even get it up anymore!"
    That was it, you see. That was his
    real revolution. It wasn't racism
    and the oppressed poor and the war
    in Vietnam. The ultimate American
    societal sickness was a limp dingus.
    Hah!
    (he lurches about,
    laughing rustily)
    My God, if there is a despised and
    misunderstood minority in this
    country, it's us poor impotent
    bastards. Well, I'm impotent and
    proud of it! Impotence is beautiful,
    baby!
    (he raises a militant
    fist)
    Power to the Impotent! Right on,
    baby!

    BARBARA
    (smiling)
    Right on.

    BOCK
    (stares drunkenly at
    her)
    When I say impotent, I don't mean
    merely limp. Disagreeable as it may
    be for a woman, a man may sometimes
    lust for other things, something
    less transient than an erection,
    some sense of permanent worth. That's
    what medicine was for me, my reason
    for being. When I was thirty-four,
    Miss Drummond, I presented a paper
    before the annual convention of the
    Society of Clinical Investigation
    that pioneered the whole goddam field
    of immunology. A breakthrough! I'm
    in all the textbooks. I happen to be
    an eminent man, Miss Drummond. And
    you want to know something, Miss
    Drummond? I don't give a goddam.
    When I say I'm impotent, I mean I've
    lost even my desire for work, which
    is a hell of a lot more primal a
    passion than sex. I've lost my raison
    d'etre, my purpose, the only thing I
    ever truly loved. It's all rubbish
    anyway. Transplants, antibodies, we
    manufacture genes, we can produce
    birth ectogenetically, we can
    practically clone people like carrots,
    and half the kids in this ghetto
    haven't even been inoculated for
    polio! We have assembled the most
    enormous medical establishment ever
    conceived, and people are sicker
    than ever! We cure nothing! We heal
    nothing! The whole goddam wretched
    world is strangulating in front of
    our eyes! That's what I mean when I
    say impotent! You don't know what
    the hell I'm talking about, do you?



    The Austrailians have some strange concepts. See Where the Green Ants Dream, Walkabout and Quiet Earth for more Aussie weirdness. This profound quote comes from an amazing bit of marketing akin to what was done with the Blair Witch Project. Picnic at Hanging Rock purposely had some mystery as to whether it was a real event or not. It takes some searching to find the unpublished alternate ending that answers the questions posed by the movie.

    Spoiler: Picnic
    Whatever can those people be doing down there?
    Like a lot of ants.
    Surprising the number of human beings are without purpose.
    Although it is probable
    they're performing some function unknown to themselves.
    Everything begins and ends
    at exactly the right time
    and place.



    I can't leave out the complicated blather of the ever so arrogant, Architect.
    Spoiler: Matrix
    Architect: hello Neo.

    Neo: Who are you?

    Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix I've been waiting for you.
    You have many questions, and though the process has altered your consciousness you remain irrevocably human ergo some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not.
    Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.

    Neo: Why am I here?

    Architect: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you inexorably....here

    Neo: You haven't answered my question.

    Architect: Quite right. Interesting...that was quicker than the others.

    (TV "Neo"s:
    Others [how many others?] what others? answer my question!)

    Architect: The matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the 6th version.

    (Tv Neos:
    5 ones before me? 4...3..2.. what are you talking about? There are only 2 possible explanations, either no one told me....)
    Neo: ...or no one knows.

    Architect: Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic--creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.

    (Tv Neos:
    You can't control me!
    I'm gonna smash the wall
    I'll fukkin kill you!
    etc..)

    Neo: Choice. The problem is choice.

    Cut to Trinity vs Agent.

    Architect: The first Matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art...flawless, sublime. And triumphed equally only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being. Thus, I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus the answer was stumbled upon by another--An intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the matrix, she would undoubtedly be its Mother.

    Neo: The Oracle.

    Architect: Please. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99% of all test subjects accepted the program, as long as they were given a choice...even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level. While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.



    Really one little quote doesn't do Waking Life justice. You need to see the whole movie and it's way better than What the Bleep Do We Know?
    Spoiler: Super Perfundo on the Early Eve of Your Day
    But didn't I mention the ongoing "wow" is happening right now?
    We are all coauthors of this dancing exuberance...
    where even our inabilities are having a roast.
    We are the authors of ourselves,
    coauthoring a gigantic Dostoyevsky novel starring clowns.
    This entire thing we're involved with called the world...
    is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be.
    Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time...
    by moments flabbergasted to be in each other's presence.
    The world is an exam to see if we can rise into the direct experiences.
    Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it.
    Matter is here as a test for our curiosity.
    Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality.
    Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life...
    than write a hundred stories.
    Giacometti was once run down by a car,
    and he recalled falling into a lucid faint,
    a sudden exhilaration,
    as he realized at last something was happening to him.



    What are your favorite movie quotes?

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    Spoiler: A Serious Man
    Rabbi Nachtner: You know Lee Sussman.
    Larry Gopnik: Doctor Sussman? I think I - yeah.
    Rabbi Nachtner: Did he ever tell you about the goy's teeth?
    Larry Gopnik: No... I- What goy?
    Rabbi Nachtner: So... Lee is at work one day; you know he has the orthodontic practice there at Great Bear. He's making a plaster mold - it's for corrective bridge work - in the mouth of one of his patients, Russell Kraus. The mold dries and Lee is examining it one day before fabricating an appliance. He notices something unusual. There appears to be something engraved on the inside of the patient's lower incisors. He vav shin yud ayin nun yud. "Hwshy 'ny". "Help me, save me". This in a goy's mouth, Larry. He calls the goy back on the pretense of needing additional measurements for the appliance. "How are you? Noticed any other problems with your teeth?" No. There it is. "Hwshy 'ny". "Help me". Son of a gun. Sussman goes home. Can Sussman eat? Sussman can't eat. Can Sussman sleep? Sussman can't sleep. Sussman looks at the molds of his other patients, goy and Jew alike, seeking other messages. He finds none. He looks in his own mouth. Nothing. He looks in his wife's mouth. Nothing. But Sussman is an educated man. Not the world's greatest sage, maybe, no Rabbi Marshak, but he knows a thing or two from the Zohar and the Caballah. He knows that every Hebrew letter has its numeric equivalent. 8-4-5-4-4-7-3. Seven digits... a phone number, maybe? "Hello? Do you know a goy named Kraus, Russell Kraus?" Who? "Where have I called? The Red Owl in Bloomington. Thanks so much." He goes. It's a Red Owl. Groceries; what have you. Sussman goes home. What does it mean? He has to find out if he is ever to sleep again. He goes to see... the Rabbi Nachtner. He comes in, he sits right where you're sitting right now. "What does it mean, Rabbi? Is it a sign from Hashem, 'Help me'? I, Sussman, should be doing something to help this goy? Doing what? The teeth don't say. Or maybe I'm supposed to help people generally, lead a more righteous life? Is the answer in Caballah? In Torah? Or is there even a question? Tell me, Rabbi, what can such a sign mean?"
    [pause as the Rabbi drinks his tea]
    Larry Gopnik: So what did you tell him?
    Rabbi Nachtner: Sussman?
    Larry Gopnik: Yes!
    Rabbi Nachtner: Is it... relevant?
    Larry Gopnik: Well, isn't that why you're telling me?
    Rabbi Nachtner: Okay. Nachtner says, look. The teeth, we don't know. A sign from Hashem? Don't know. Helping others... couldn't hurt.
    Larry Gopnik: No! No, but... who put it there? Was it for him, Sussman, or for whoever found it, or for just, for, for...
    Rabbi Nachtner: We can't know everything.
    Larry Gopnik: It sounds like you don't know anything! Why even tell me the story?
    Rabbi Nachtner: [chuckling] First I should tell you, then I shouldn't.
    Larry Gopnik: What happened to Sussman?
    Rabbi Nachtner: What would happen? Not much. He went back to work. For a while he checked every patient's teeth for new messages. He didn't find any. In time, he found he'd stopped checking. He returned to life. These questions that are bothering you, Larry - maybe they're like a toothache. We feel them for a while, then they go away.
    Larry Gopnik: I don't want it to just go away! I want an answer!
    Rabbi Nachtner: Sure! We all want the answer! But Hashem doesn't owe us the answer, Larry. Hashem doesn't owe us anything. The obligation runs the other way.
    Larry Gopnik: Why does he make us feel the questions if he's not gonna give us any answers?
    Rabbi Nachtner: He hasn't told me.
    [Larry puts his face in his hands in despair]
    Larry Gopnik: And... what happened to the goy?
    Rabbi Nachtner: The goy? Who cares?

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    I am a fan of The Hospital and Waking Life too. The Hospital's script was written by Paddy Chayefsky, who wrote another famous rant-speech in Network.

    Some of my favorite Waking Life quotes:

    Exercise your human mind as fully as possible knowing that it is only an exercise.

    You haven't met yourself yet. But the advantage to meeting others in the meantime is that one of them may present you to yourself.

    I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant, you know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant auto-pilot with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?" "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw, I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be an ant, you know?


    Before Sunrise:

    I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. -- Celine
    Your gardening sucks and your avocados ain't fruitin'. -- Sappho the Maestro

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    Renton: Never again, Swanney. I'm off the scag.

    Swanney: Are you serious?

    Renton: Yeah, no more. I'm finished with that shite.

    Swanney: Well, that's up to you, man.

    Renton: Gonna get it right this time. Gonna get it sorted out. Gonna get off it for good.

    Swanney: I've heard that one before.

    Renton: The Sick Boy method?

    [Sick Boy is shown passed out next to drug paraphernalia]

    Swanney: Well, it nearly worked for him, hey.

    Renton: Well, he's always been lacking in a certain moral fiber.

    Swanney: Hey, he knows a lot about Sean Connery.

    Renton: Well, that's hardly a substitute.

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    You sent us to camp. They made us sing. -- Wednesday Addams, Addams Family Values
    Your gardening sucks and your avocados ain't fruitin'. -- Sappho the Maestro

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    For some reason, I think @Madrigal would get a kick out of this one:

    A husband is what's left of a sweetheart after the nerve has been killed. --Abbot, "The Noose Hangs High"
    For some, "how", not "why", is the fundamental unit of measure for curiosity. This divergence is neither parallel, nor straight. Where one might have a "why?-5" problem, it might only be a "how?-2" question. But then, there are also many things where the "why?" is immediately obvious but the "how?" is best measured in centuries of perpetual wonder. Both approaches have their drawbacks.

    If one is superior, the other is unaware of it.

    --Meditations on Uncertainty Vol ξ(x)

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