Don Luis Sandoval: You have ruined your whole life trying to kill me? Someone like me? I cannot be killed. I do the killing. And now it’s your turn to be hunted. You will never find me. But as day follows night, believe me, I’ll find you, and I will kill you! And you know why? Because I will never be where you want me to be! Cataleya: Actually, you’re exactly where I want you to be. Don Luis Sandoval: Huh? [dogs start barking] Don Luis Sandoval: Aah! Cataleya: Eat..
Rhoda Williams: You know that story of the Russian cosmonaut? So, the cosmonaut, He’s the first man ever to go into space. Right? The Russians beat the Americans. So he goes up in this big spaceship, but the only habitable part of it’s very small. So the cosmonaut’s in there, and he’s got this portal window, and he’s looking out of it, and he sees the curvature of the Earth for the first time. I mean, the first man to ever look at the planet he’s from. And he’s lost in that moment. And all of a sudden this strange ticking… Begins coming out of the dashboard. Rips out the control panel, right? Takes out his tools. Trying to find the sound, trying to stop the sound. But he can’t find it. He can’t stop it. It keeps going. Few hours into this, begins to feel like torture. A few days go by with this sound, and he knows that this small sound… will break him. He’ll lose his mind. What’s he gonna do? He’s up in space, alone, in a space closet. He’s got 25 days left to go… with this sound. So the cosmonaut decides… the only way to save his sanity… is to fall in love with this sound. So he closes his eyes… and he goes into his imagination, and then he opens them. He doesn’t hear ticking anymore. He hears music. And he spends the sailing through space in total bliss… and peace.
George Zinavoy: I read a quote once when I was a kid ”We live alone, We die alone. Everything else is just an illusion.” it used to keep me up at night.
Albert Nobbs: A life without decency is unbearable
Rebecca Evans: Listen to me… all I ever wanted was to be your friend… Sara Matthews: Rebecca, I am your friend… Rebecca Evans: No you’re not! Sara Matthews: Yes I am… Rebecca Evans: No. You’re not. We’re here because you betrayed me. Sara Matthews: Rebecca, I’m your friend… Rebecca Evans: STOP! STOP SAYING THINGS YOU DON’T MEAN! I protected you! I protected you against that WHORE Tracy and that NASTY little kitten! That scum bag of a professor! Even that loser ex-boyfriend of yours! Sara Matthews: What did you do to him? Rebecca Evans: I got rid of them all for YOU
[last lines] Will Gerard: He just scratched the surface and I thought someone should finish it. Gibbs: I’ll give it a look. [walking away] Gibbs: The hungry rabbit jumps, eh
Walter Black: We reach a point where, in order to go on, we have to wipe the slate clean. We start to see ourselves as a box that we’re trapped inside and no matter how we try and escape, self help, therapy, drugs, we just sink further and further down. The only way to truly break out of the box is to get rid of it all together… I mean, you built it in the first place. If the people around you are breaking your spirit, who needs them? Your wife who pretends to love you, your son who can’t even stand you. I mean, put them out of their misery. Starting over isn’t crazy. Crazy is being miserable and walking around half asleep, numb, day after day after day. Crazy is pretending to be happy. Pretending that the way things are is the way they have to be for the rest of your bleeding life. All the potential, hope, all that joy, feeling, all that passion that life has sucked out of you. Reach out, grab a hold of it and snatch it back from that bloodsucking rabble.
Will Atenton: Once upon a time, there were two little girls who lived in a house