Etikettarkiv: History

Zero Dark Thirty

Zero dark thirty (2012)

[to Navy SEALs]
Quite frankly, I didn’t even want to use you guys, with your dip and velcro and all your gear bullshit. I wanted to drop a bomb. But people didn’t believe in this lead enough to drop a bomb. So they’re using you guys as canaries. And, in theory, if bin Laden isn’t there, you can sneak away and no one will be the wiser. But bin Laden is there. And you’re going to kill him for me.

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Lincoln (2012)

Abraham Lincoln:
It was right after the revolution, right after peace had been concluded. And Ethan Allen went to London to help our new country conduct its business with the king. The English sneered at how rough we are and rude and simple-minded and on like that, everywhere he went. ’Til one day he was invited to the townhouse of a great English lord. Dinner was served, beverages imbibed, time passed as happens and Mr. Allen found he needed the privy. He was grateful to be directed to this. Relieved, you might say. Mr. Allen discovered on entering the water closet that the only decoration therein was a portrait of George Washington. Ethan Allen done what he came to do and returned to the drawing room. His host and the others were disappointed when he didn’t mention Washington’s portrait. And finally his lordship couldn’t resist and asked Mr. Allen had he noticed it, the picture of Washington. He said he had. Well, what did he think of its placement? Did it seem appropriately located to Mr. Allen? And Mr. Allen said it did. The host was astounded.
[British accent]

Abraham Lincoln:
”Appropriate? George Washington’s likeness in a water closet?”
[normal voice]

Abraham Lincoln:
”Yes,” said Mr. Allen, ”where it will do good service. The world knows nothing will make an Englishman shit quicker than the sight of George Washington.”
[the whole room laughs]

Abraham Lincoln:
I love that story.

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Kon-Tiki (2012)

Liv Heyerdahl:
[Thor reads a Liv’s letter. Liv voice-over]
My love Thor. You made it. You proved what Tei told us that night on Fatu Hiva. You don’t need to learn how to swim. Should you fall in the water, you would float on willpower alone. As you might have understood, I’m not in Tahiti waiting for you. Because what was supposed to be our lives, turned out to just be yours. You are who you are. And you’re going to spend the rest of your life chasing sunsets. Thor, this wasn’t about exploring the Pacific Ocean. More important than going, was why you had to go. Why you couldn’t stop yourself from putting everything behind you, steering towards the unknown. But that is you, my beloved Thor. And the irony is that what I love you the most for is what drove us apart. Liv.

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