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1. Girl Interrupted
How
am I supposed to recover when I don't even understand my disease?
Clementine:
Was it something I said?
Joel:
Yeah, you said "so go." With such disdain, you know?
Clementine:
Oh, I'm sorry.
Joel:
It's okay.
Clementine:
Joely? What if you stayed this time?
Joel:
I walked out the door. There's no memory left.
Clementine:
Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let's pretend we had one.
Clementine:
Bye Joel.
Joel:
I love you...
Clementine:
Meet me... in Montauk...
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.
I'm Jack's wasted life
It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.
Do
I have an original thought in my head?
Creedy: [desperately shooting at the approaching V] Die! Die! Why won't you die?... Why won't you die?
V:
Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea,
Mr. Creedy. And ideas are bulletproof.
It's wrong and it was eating me up, it was going to kill me. And I kept asking myself all the time, how did I buy into this shit? It was because I was pissed off, and nothing I ever did ever took that feeling away.
How is your faith these days, Father?
You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance going to bring your son back to you? Or my boy to me?
Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep for ever, and ever and ever.
There's nothing you could do that will change the way I feel about you.
No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?
Sometimes
life can only really begin with the knowledge of death. That it can all end,
even when you least want it to. The important thing in life is to believe that
while you're alive, it's never too late.
How
is it possible to feel nostalgia for a world I never knew?
And
Christmas is as good a day as any to believe in fairy tales.
I am nobody's little weasel.
Alan Garner: Can I ask you another question?
Lisa:
Sure.
Alan
Garner: You probably get this a lot. This isn't the real Caesar's Palace is it?
Lisa:
What do you mean?
Alan
Garner: Did, umm...did Caesar live here?
Lisa:
No.
Alan
Garner: I didn't think so.
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.
It happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.
The future lay sparkling ahead, and we thought we would know each other forever.
Keep
the change, ya filthy animal!
I really wanted to give you a personal present. Do you know that was my first rectal thermometer?
Come
away with me.
I lost it. I lost it all- faith, dignity... about 15 pounds.
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