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Nick Dunne: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
Etikettarkiv: Mystik
Striking Distance
Det. Nick Detillo: There's an old Italian saying: Never scald your tongue on another man's soup.
Tom Hardy: Yeah? There's an old Irish saying: don't listen to old Italian sayings.
Spiral: From the Book of Saw
William Schenk: So, uh, how do you take your coffee in the morning?
Det. Zeke Banks: Alone.
William Schenk: Ok.
Änglar och demoner
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: Christianity's most sacred codices are in that archive. Given your recent… entanglement with the Church, there is a question I'd like to ask you first here in-in the office of His Holiness.
[Walks towards Robert Langdon]
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: Do you believe in God, sir?
Robert Langdon: [pause] Father, I simply believe that religion…
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: I did not ask if you believe what man says about God. I asked if you believe in God.
Robert Langdon: [pause] I'm an academic. My mind tells me I will never… understand God.
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: And your heart?
Robert Langdon: [pause] Tells me I'm not meant to. Faith is a gift… that I have yet to receive.
Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: [pauses to consider his words] Be delicate with our treasures.
Lucky Number Slevin
Mr. Goodkat: Charlie Chaplin once entered a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest in Monte Carlo and came in third; that's a story.
Minority Report
John Anderton: Why'd you catch that?
Danny Witwer: Because it was going to fall.
John Anderton: You're certain?
Danny Witwer: Yeah.
John Anderton: But it didn't fall. You caught it. The fact that you prevented it from happening doesnt change the fact that it was *going* to happen.
The Long Kiss Goodnight
Mitch Henessey: What I'm saying is, back when we first met, you were all like "Oh phooey, I burned the darn muffins." Now, you go into a bar, ten minutes later, sailors come runnin' out. What up with that?
Primal Fear
Gurty: Brother, mine.
Mike: Brother, mine.
Oblivion
Jack Harper: How can man die better: than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods.
Sally: I created you, Jack. I am your god.
Jack Harper: Fuck you, Sally.
Journal 64
Carl Mørck: God is dead. The state fails. But love prevails. If you… If you are lucky.