Iron Man

Iron man (2008)

[last lines]

Tony Stark:
There’s been speculation that I was involved in the events that occurred on the freeway and the rooftop…
Christine Everheart:
I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, but do you honestly expect us to believe that that was a bodyguard in a suit that conveniently appeared, despite the fact that…
Tony Stark:
I know that it’s confusing. It is one thing to question the official story, and another thing entirely to make wild accusations, or insinuate that I’m a superhero.
Christine Everheart:
I never said you were a superhero.
Tony Stark:
Didn’t?
Christine Everheart:
Mmm-mmm.
Tony Stark:
Well, good, because that would be outlandish and, uh, fantastic. I’m just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I’ve made, largely public.
Rhodey:
[whispers to Tony]
Just stick to the cards, man.
Tony Stark:
Yeah, okay.
[holds up his notes and pauses]

Tony Stark:
The truth is…
[puts cards down]

Tony Stark:
I am Iron Man.

Fortsätt läsa Iron man (2008)

Maleficent

Maleficent (2014)

Maleficent:
[before kissing Aurora to awaken her from her enchanted sleep]
I will not ask your forgiveness because what I have done to you is unforgivable. I was so lost in hatred and revenge. Sweet Aurora, you stole what was left of my heart. And now I have lost you forever. I swear, no harm will come to you as long as I live. And not a day shall pass that I don’t miss your smile.

Fortsätt läsa Maleficent (2014)

Immortal Beloved

Min bäste väns bröllop (1994)

Ludwig van Beethoven:
[in reference to ”Violin Sonata in A Major, Op. 47” – ”Kreutzer”… ]
Do you like it?
Anton Felix Schindler:
Shh!
Ludwig van Beethoven:
I cannot hear them, but I know they are making a hash of it. What do you think? Music is… a dreadful thing. What is it? I don’t understand it. What does it mean?
Anton Felix Schindler:
It – it exalts the soul.
Ludwig van Beethoven:
Utter nonsense. If you hear a marching band, is your soul exalted? No, you march. If you hear a waltz, you dance. If you hear a mass, you take communion. It is the power of music to carry one directly into the mental state of the composer. The listener has no choice. It is like hypnotism. So, now… What was in my mind when I wrote this? Hmm? A man is trying to reach his lover. His carriage has broken down in the rain. The wheels stuck in the mud. She will only wait so long. This… is the sound of his agitation. ”This is how it is… ,” the music is saying. ”Not how you are used to being. Not how you are used to thinking. But like this.”

Fortsätt läsa Min bäste väns bröllop (1994)