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Touch of Evil

Touch of Evil is a 1958 US film noir about a Mexican government investigator and his young American wife who must put their honeymoon on hold in an American border town when they become embroiled in a frame-up planned by the town's chief investigator.
 * Written and directed by Orson Welles, based on the novel Badge of Evil by Whit Masterson.

The Strangest Vengeance Ever Planned!

Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas

 * This isn't the real Mexico. You know that. All border towns bring out the worst in a country. I can just imagine your mother's face if she could see our honeymoon hotel.
 * There are all kinds of policemen, sir. I don't have to tell you that. A few take bribes... Most are honest, yes, but even some of the honest men abuse their power in other ways.
 * Listen, I'm no cop now. I'm a husband! What did you do with her? Where's my wife?
 * How can I leave here until my wife's name is clean? Clean!

Police Captain Hank Quinlan

 * There's an old lady on Main Street last night picked up a shoe. The shoe had a foot in it.  We're going to make you pay for that mess.
 * Listen, I got a position in this town, a reputation...somebody's gonna be ruined.
 * [about his wife's killer] I followed around after him...ate my heart out trying to catch him but I never did. That was the last killer that ever got out of my hands.
 * 30 years of pounding beats and riding cars, 30 years of dirt and crummy pay. For 30 years, I gave my life to this department. And you allow this foreigner to accuse me. Answer, answer, why do I have to answer him? No sir! I won't take back that badge until the people of this county want me back.
 * [about Vargas] He's a drug addict. He's got that young wife of his hooked too, but good. If I hadn't seen that hypodermic myself...That's how come he happens to imagine all those crazy things. It's typical. What that wife of his was doing on that dive on skid row. Both a couple of junkies. Course he's using the job as a cover-up.
 * [to Menzies] Look out. Vargas'll turn you into one of these here starry-eyed idealists. They're the ones making all the real trouble in the world. Be careful, they're worse than crooks. You can always do something with a crook.
 * Don't you think I could have been rich? A cop in my position. What do I have...after thirty years, a little turkey ranch - that's all I got. A couple of acres.
 * [Quinlan fires a pistol at Vargas, not hitting him] That wasn't no miss, Vargas. That was just to turn you 'round, so I don't have to shoot you in the back. Unless you'd rather run for it.
 * [after being shot by Menzies] Pete. That's the second bullet I, I stopped for you.

Susan Vargas

 * I understand very well what he wants...Tell him I'm a married woman, and that my husband is a great big official in the government, ready and willing to knock out all those pretty front teeth of his.
 * Of course, even on his honeymoon, the chairman of the Pan-American Narcotics Commission has a sacred duty to perform.

Uncle Joe Grandi

 * Until he gets out, who's running this outfit?...Oh, what a set-up to work with! One brother in jail, two others dead, and nobody left to carry on the business for the bunch of nephews.
 * We're gonna get him where it really hurts and without laying a hand on him. He's got a reputation. He's got a young bride. He's gonna leave this town wishing he and that wife of his had never been born.
 * We are both after the same exact thing, Captain. If Vargas goes on like this, shooting his face off...Somebody's reputation has got to be ruined. Why shouldn't it be Vargas's?

Others

 * Marcia Linnekar: I guess that's my father. I'm not acquainted with my father's girlfriends.
 * Pete Menzies: [to Vargas, about Quinlan's bad leg] He got it in a gun fight...He was wounded stopping a bullet that was meant for me.
 * Pete Menzies: [to Vargas, about Quinlan] Sure. You can smear him. Ruin his whole life's work. Vargas, I-I don't even know what he is. That's what you've done to him....He's on an important case and he's disappeared. Good and drunk probably.

Dialogue

 * Susan: Mike, do you realize this is the very first time we've been together in my country?
 * Vargas: Do you realize I haven't kissed you in over an hour?

 * Vargas: This could be very bad for us.
 * Susan: For us?
 * Vargas: For Mexico, I mean.

 * Adair: An hour ago, Rudi Linnekar had this town in his pocket.
 * Coroner: Now you can strain him through a sieve.

 * Vargas: Captain, you won't have any trouble with me.
 * Quinlan: You bet your sweet life, I won't.

 * Schwartz: I don't know what Quinlan thinks she's got to do with it.
 * Adair: Tana? Oh, maybe she'll cook chili for him, or, uh, bring out the crystal ball.

 * Tana: We're closed.
 * Quinlan: You've been cookin' at this hour?
 * Tana: Just cleanin' up.
 * Quinlan: Have you forgotten your old friend, hmm?
 * Tana: I told you we were closed.
 * Quinlan: I'm Hank Quinlan.
 * Tana: I didn't recognize you. You should lay off those candy bars.
 * Quinlan: It's either the candy or the hooch. I must say, I wish it was your chili I was gettin' fat on. Anyway, you're sure lookin' good.
 * Tana: You're a mess, honey.
 * Quinlan: Yeah. That pianola sure brings back memories.
 * Tana: The customers go for it - it's so old, it's new. We got the television too. We run movies. What can I offer you?

 * Quinlan: Well, when this case is over, I'll come around some night and sample some of your chili.
 * Tana: Better be careful. Maybe too hot for you.

 * Quinlan: I'm no lawyer. All a lawyer cares about is the law.
 * Vargas: Captain, you are a policeman, aren't you?
 * Quinlan: Mmm hmm. Aren't you? You don't seem very positive about the job.
 * Vargas: There are plenty of soldiers who don't like war. It's a dirty job, enforcing the law, but it's what we're supposed to be doing, isn't it?
 * Quinlan: I don't know about you, when a murderer's loose, I'm supposed to catch him.

 * Night Manager: That, that friend of yours, Mr. Grandi, he, he ain't gonna leave you here for long. [He winks]
 * Susan: He is not my friend.
 * Night Manager: He, he brought you here in that, that car, didn't he?
 * Susan: No, he didn't. As a matter of fact, he's under arrest.
 * Night Manager: Under arrest? Mr. Grandi? [He laughs and then quickly steps away]
 * Susan: Yes he is.

 * Quinlan: I don't speak Mexican...Let's keep it in English, Vargas.
 * Vargas: That's alright with me. I'm sure he's just as unpleasant in any language.
 * Sanchez: Unpleasant? Strange? I've been told I have a very winning personality. The very best shoe clerk the store ever had.
 * Quinlan: You weren't workin' as a shoe clerk out in that construction crew...

 * Vargas: That boy may be unpleasant, but he could even be innocent, you know.
 * Schwartz: Intuition?
 * Vargas: Why not? Quinlan doesn't have a monopoly on hunches.

 * Quinlan: Just because he speaks a little guilty, that don't make him innocent, you know.
 * Vargas: If you can show motive, yes, but don't you need a bit more than that?
 * Quinlan: Oh, we'll get it. Oh, there's my coffee. Didn't you bring me any donuts or sweet rolls?
 * Vargas: You'll have to put him on the scene of the crime.
 * Quinlan: We will.
 * Schwartz: You've got to have some evidence.
 * Quinlan: We'll get it.

 * Menzies: [to Vargas] Well, Hank has done it again. He's nailed his man.
 * Quinlan: Thanks to you, pardner.
 * Menzies: Me? If that dynamite had been a snake there in the bathroom, it would have bit me.
 * Quinlan: [to Vargas] ...This is it, we've broken the case. Rudi Linnekar was, uh, blown up with eight sticks of dynamite and, uh, Sanchez stole ten. That leaves two and we've found 'em both. You heard that boy. We found the dynamite.
 * Sanchez: That's impossible.
 * Quinlan: We found two sticks.
 * Sanchez: ...Where did you find this?
 * Quinlan: Right here in your love nest.
 * Sanchez: Where?
 * Menzies: Where you had it stashed, of course.
 * Sanchez: What are you trying to do?
 * Quinlan: We're trying to strap you to the electric chair, boy.
 * Menzies: We don't like it when innocent people are blown to jelly in our town.

 * Vargas: You framed that boy.
 * Quinlan: FRAMED him!

 * Grandi: Why don't we go somewhere nice and private, huh, where we can sit down and have a drink?
 * Quinlan: I don't drink.

 * Quinlan: Our friend Vargas has some very special ideas about police procedure. He seems to think it don't matter whether killers hang or not, so long as we obey the fine print.
 * Vargas: Captain, I don't think a policeman should work like a dog catcher in putting criminals behind bars. No! In any free country, a policeman is supposed to enforce the law, and the law protects the guilty as well as the innocent.
 * Quinlan: Our job is tough enough.
 * Vargas: It's supposed to be. It has to be tough. A policeman's job is only easy in a police state. That's the whole point, Captain - who's the boss, the cop or the law?

 * Quinlan: What's my fortune? You've been reading the cards, haven't ya?
 * Tana: I've been doing the accounts.
 * Quinlan: Come on, read my future for me.
 * Tana: You haven't got any.
 * Quinlan: What do you mean?
 * Tana: Your future is all used up. Why don't you go home?

 * Menzies: Grandi was strangled.
 * Quinlan: Grandi was a crook.
 * Menzies: You're a killer.
 * Quinlan: Partly. I'm a cop.
 * Menzies: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Drunk and crazy as you must have been when you strangled him. I guess you were somehow thinking of your wife, the way she was strangled.
 * Quinlan: I'm always thinking of her, drunk or sober. What else is there to think about, except my job, my dirty job?
 * Menzies: You didn't have to make it dirty.
 * Quinlan: I don't call it dirty. Look at the record, our record, partner. Huh?
 * Menzies: Sure, sure, sure.
 * Quinlan: Well? All those convictions.
 * Menzies: Convictions, sure. All these years, you've been playing me for a sucker. Faking evidence...
 * Quinlan: Aiding justice partner.
 * Menzies: How many did you frame?
 * Quinlan: Nobody.
 * Menzies: Come on, Hank. How many did you frame?
 * Quinlan: No one - nobody that wasn't guilty, guilty, guilty. Every last one of them - guilty.

 * Vargas: Well, Captain, I'm afraid this is finally something you can't talk your way out of.
 * Quinlan: ...you killed him, Vargas.
 * Vargas: Come on, now. Give me my gun back.
 * Quinlan: ...you killed Pete. The bullet is from your gun.
 * Vargas: You think anyone would believe that?
 * Quinlan: They always believe me. Anyway, they'll never believe I killed him.
 * Vargas: The gun?
 * Quinlan: You're resisting arrest.
 * Vargas: How could you arrest me here? This is my country.
 * Quinlan: This is where you're gonna die.

 * Tana: Isn't somebody gonna come and take him away?
 * Schwartz: Yeah, in just a few minutes. You really liked him didn't you?
 * Tana: The cop did... the one who killed him... he loved him.
 * Schwartz: Well, Hank was a great detective all right.
 * Tana: And a lousy cop.
 * Schwartz: Is that all you have to say for him?
 * Tana: He was some kind of a man... What does it matter what you say about people?
 * Schwartz: Goodbye Tana.
 * Tana: Adiós.

Cast

 * Charlton Heston - Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas
 * Janet Leigh - Susan 'Susie' Vargas
 * Orson Welles - Police Captain Hank Quinlan
 * Akim Tamiroff - 'Uncle' Joe Grandi
 * Marlene Dietrich - Tana
 * Joseph Calleia - Police Sergeant Pete Menzies
 * Ray Collins - District Attorney Adair
 * Dennis Weaver - Mirador Motel night manager
 * Valentin de Vargas - Pancho, Grandi hood
 * Mort Mills - Al Schwartz, district attorney's assistant

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Ted Nelson

Theodore H. Nelson (born June 17, 1937) coined the word "hypertext" in the sixties and envisioned a global network similar to (though arguably superior to) the Web in the seventies.

Quotes

 * A user interface should be so simple that a beginner in an emergency can understand it within 10 seconds.
 * Ted Nelson motto

 * I hope, that in our archives and historical filings of the future, we do not allow the techie traditions of hierarchy and false regularity to be superimposed to the teeming, fantastic disorderlyness of human life.
 *

 * Most people are fools, most authority is malignant, God does not exist, and everything is wrong.
 * quoted by Gary Wolf in "The Curse of Xanadu" in Wired (6/1995)

 * The World Wide Web was precisely what we were trying to PREVENT— ever-breaking links, links going outward only, quotes you can't follow to their origins, no version management, no rights management.
 * Ted Nelson's Home Page (November 17, 1998)

 * [Of the web] It's massively successful. It is trivially simple. Massively successful like karaoke - anybody can do it.
 * BBC News Interview, "Visionary lays into the web" (2001)

 * After all, dumbing down Xanadu sure worked well for Tim Berners-Lee!
 * Article on Nelson's website, "Indirect Documents at Last!" (2005)

 * We should not impose regularity where it does not exist.
 * Ted Nelson on Zigzag data structures (6 September, 2008
 * I have long been alarmed by people’s sheeplike acceptance of the term ‘computer technology’ — it sounds so objective and inexorable — when most computer technology is really a bunch of ideas turned into conventions and packages.
 * Quoted in In Venting, a Computer Visionary Educates by John Markoff, published January 10, 2009 in the New York Times, page BU4 of the New York edition.

Computer Lib/Dream Machines (1974, rev. 1987)

 * You can and must understand computers now!
 * Slogan. (The insistence that ordinary people need to understand computers is remarkable for its era: the first personal computers were not available until 1975.)

 * Everything is deeply intertwingled.
 * Computer Lib p. 42 / Dream Machines p.45

 * It is imperative for many reasons that the appalling gap between public and computer insider be closed. As the saying goes, war is too important to be left to the generals. Guardianship of the computer can no longer be left to a priesthood. I see this as just one example of the creeping evil of Professionalism, the control of aspects of society by cliques of insiders. There may be some chance, though, that Professionalism can be turned around. Doctors, for example, are being told that they no longer own people’s bodies. And this book may suggest to some computer professionals that their position should not be as sacrosanct as they have thought, either.
 * Computer Lib

 * I see Professionalism as a spreading disease of the present-day world, a sort of poly-oligarchy by which various groups (subway conductors, social workers, bricklayers) can bring things to a halt if their particular demands are not met. (Meanwhile, the irrelevance of each profession increases, in proportion to its increasing rigidity.) Such lucky groups demand more in each go-round - but meantime, the number who are permanently unemployed grows and grows.
 * Computer Lib

 * If computers are the wave of the future, displays are the surfboards.
 * Dream Machines, p 22.

 * In order for something to Catch On, it has to be standardized. Unfortunately, there is motivation for different companies to make their own little changes in order to restrict users to their own products. The best example of how to avoid this: Philips patented its audio cartridge [i.e. the standard audio "cassette"] to the teeth, but then granted everyone free use of the patent provided they adhered to the exact standard. The result has been the system's spectacular success, and Philips, rather than dominating a small market, has a share of a far larger market, and hence makes more money. That's a virtue-rewarded kind of story.
 * Dream Machines

 * Everybody has only a 24-hour day. Most people, if they increase consumption of one medium (like magazines or books) will cut down on another (like TV). This drastically reduces the sort of growth some people have been expecting.
 * Dream Machines

 * HOW TO LEARN ANYTHING As far as I can tell these are the techniques used by bright people who want to learn something other than by taking courses in it. [...] 1. DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT TO LEARN. But you can't know this exactly, because you don't know exactly how any field is structured until you know all about it. 2. READ EVERYTHING YOU CAN ON IT, especially what you enjoy, since that way you can read more of it and faster. 3. GRAB FOR INSIGHTS. Regardless of points others are trying to make, when you recognize an insight that has meaning for you, make it your own [...] Its importance is not how central it is, but how clear and interesting and memorable to you. REMEMBER IT. Then go for another. 4. TIE INSIGHTS TOGETHER. Soon you will have your own string of insights in a field. [...] 5. CONCENTRATE ON MAGAZINES, NOT BOOKS. Magazines have far more insights per inch of text, and can be read much faster. But when a book really speaks to you, lavish attention on it. 6. FIND YOUR OWN SPECIAL TOPICS, AND PURSUE THEM. 7. GO TO CONVENTIONS. For some reason, conventions are a splendid concentrated way to learn things; talking to people helps. [...] 8. "FIND YOUR MAN." Somewhere in the world is someone who will answer your questions extraordinarily well. If you find him, dog him. [...] 9. KEEP IMPROVING YOUR QUESTIONS. Probably in your head there are questions that don't seem to line up with what your hearing. Don't assume that you don't understand; keep adjusting the questions till you get an answer that relates to what you wanted. 10. YOUR FIELD IS BOUNDED WHERE YOU WANT IT TO BE. Just because others group and stereotype things in conventional ways does not mean they are necessarily right. Intellectual subjects are connected every which way; your field is what you think it is. [...]
 * Dream Machines

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Highlander (franchise)

Highlander is a film and television franchise that began with a 1986 fantasy movie starring Christopher Lambert, who plays Connor MacLeod, the Highlander. Born in Glenfinnan, in the Scottish Highlands in the 16th century, MacLeod is one of a number of Immortals. Over the years, there have been five Highlander movies, two television series, an animated series, an animated movie, an animated flash-movie series, ten original novels, seventeen comic book issues, and various licensed merchandise.

Films

 * Highlander - a 1986 film about an immortal Scottish swordsman who must confront the last of his immortal opponent, a murderously brutal barbarian who lusts for the fabled "Prize".
 * Highlander II: The Quickening - a 1991 film, set in the future, in which Highlander Connor MacLeod must prevent the destruction of Earth under an anti-ozone shield.
 * Highlander III: The Sorcerer - a 1994 film in which, deceived that he had won the Prize, Connor MacLeod awakens from a peaceful life when an entombed immortal magician comes seeking the Highlander.
 * Highlander: Endgame - a 2000 film in which Immortals Connor and Duncan Macleod must join forces against Kell, an evil immortal who has become too strong for anyone to face alone.
 * Highlander: The Source - a 2007 film in which Duncan MacLeod and his fellow Immortals quest to locate the Grail of their world.

TV shows

 * Highlander: The Series - a fantasy science fiction action-adventure television series featuring Duncan MacLeod (Adrian Paul) of the Scottish Clan MacLeod, as the Highlander. It was an offshoot and another alternate sequel of the 1986 feature film with a twist: Connor MacLeod did not win the prize and Immortals still exist post-1985.

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Highlander (film)

Highlander is a 1986 film about an immortal Scottish swordsman who must confront the last of his immortal opponents, a murderously brutal barbarian who lusts for the fabled "Prize".
 * Directed by Russell Mulcahy. Written by Gregory Widen, Peter Bellwood, and Larry Ferguson.''

There can be only one. taglines

Connor MacLeod

 * [MacLeod's unanswered question to Ramirez, when he defeats him for the first time.] If it came down to just us two, would you take my head?
 * [Surviving being shot by Nazis; explaining to Rachel, then a little girl] Ssh, it's a kind of magic.
 * Whatever you say, Jack. You're the master race. [kills a Nazi soldier]
 * [Revealing his true nature to Brenda] I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal.
 * [After killing the Kurgan, and about to receive The Prize] There can be only one.
 * I'm sorry I called your wife a bloated warthog [snickers] and I bid you good day.

Ramirez

 * '''When only a few of us are left, we will feel an irresistible pull towards a far away land, to fight for The Prize.
 * Sometimes, Macleod… the sharpest blade is not enough
 * You cannot die, MacLeod. Accept it!
 * Crude and slow, clansman. Your attack was no better than that of a clumsy child!
 * Don't lose your temper. If your head comes away from your neck, it's over.
 * [Explaining the rules of The Game] We must fight until only one remains. You are safe only on Holy Ground. None of us will violate that rule. It's tradition.
 * [Explaining how one fights the Kurgan] With heart, faith and steel."

The Kurgan

 * Nuns. No sense of humor.
 * I have something to say: it's better to burn out than to fade away!

Dialogue

 * [Connor is in a police interrogation room, being observed by Sergeant Garfield and Detective Bedsoe. Garfield is eyeing Connor up. Connor knows this, and stares into Garfield's eyes. Garfield looks unnerved. Detective Lieutenant Moran walks in, with a mug of coffee in one hand, a sword wrapped in plastic in the other, and a red file under his arm with the sword. He sets the mug on the desk, sets everything else on the desk too, and sits down opposite Connor, who looks at him.]
 * Moran: [Opening the folder, taking out a black-and-white photograph of a man and setting it so Connor can see it] You ever see this guy before, Nash?
 * [Connor briefly looks at the photograph, then shakes his head.]
 * Moran: His name's Vasilek, Polish national. Had his head chopped off in New Jersey two nights ago. You ever get over to New Jersey, Nash?
 * Connor: Not if I can help it.
 * Garfield: You talk funny, Nash. Where're you from?
 * Connor: [To Garfield] Lots of different places.
 * Moran: You're an antique dealer, right?
 * Connor: Yes.
 * Moran: Okay... [He reaches for the sword and brings it onto the table] ...what's that?
 * [Connor leans over to have a look at the sword.]
 * Connor: [Almost sarcastically] A sword?
 * Garfield: Wise up, smart-ass. [Connor shoots him a dirty look as he leans back.]
 * Moran: It's a Toledo Salamanca broadsword, worth about a million bucks.
 * Connor: So?
 * Moran: So you wanna hear a theory?
 * Connor: Yes.
 * Moran: You were down that garage to buy this sword from that guy, whatshisname?
 * Connor: I don't know, you tell me.
 * Moran: Okay, his is Iman Fasil. You fought about the price and cut off his head.
 * Connor: [Laughs briefly] Wanna hear another theory? This Fasil was so upset about the lousy wrestling tonight, he went down to the garage and in a fit of depression, cut off his own head.
 * [Bedsoe laughs.]
 * Moran: That's not funny, Walt.
 * Garfield: You a faggot, Nash?
 * Connor: Why, Garfield? You cruising for a piece of ass?
 * Garfield: [Walks over to Connor] I'll tell you what happened, Russell. You went down to the garage for a blowjob, and just didn't wanna pay for it.
 * Connor: [Laughs briefly] You are sick. [Garfield punches him in the face. Connor recoils, then jumps out his chair, knocks it over, and races straight into Garfield, rugby-tackling him and driving him directly into the wall.]
 * Moran: Hey, hey! HEY! STOP THAT!
 * Bedsoe: What you doing?
 * [The rooms outside the interrogation room stop work, because the other civilians have seen what's happening, and are cheering.]
 * Bedsoe: [On Connor's right arm] What are you, crazy?! [Connor shoves him away, with such a force that knocks him to the floor and sliding across it, to the opposite wall.]
 * Moran: [Angrily] BREAK IT UP! [Interposes himself between Connor and Garfield] That's enough! That's it! CUT IT OUT!
 * Connor: [Walking over to the desk] Am I under arrest?
 * Moran: Not yet.
 * Connor: Then we're through. [He prepares to leave the interrogation room.]
 * Moran: Hey! We're just getting started.
 * [Connor leaves the interrogation room. The civilians are all cheering him, especially the ladies.]

 * Connor: [during a training exercise in a boat] You look like a woman, you stupid haggis!
 * Ramirez: Haggis? What is haggis?
 * Connor: Sheep's stomach, stuffed with meat and barley.
 * Ramirez: [confusedly] And what do you do with it?
 * Connor: You eat it!
 * Ramirez: [grimacing] That's revolting!!

 * Ramirez: Never overextend your thrust. You are vulnerable... and off balance!
 * [MacLeod stumbles to his knees while Ramirez places his blade on his neck. MacLeod's wife, Heather, laughs at the scene.]
 * MacLeod: Heather, please!

 * Heather: My beautiful man...my husband.
 * MacLeod: I am that, my love.
 * Heather: I've never really known...
 * MacLeod: What?
 * Heather: Why you stayed.
 * MacLeod: Because I love you as much now as the first day we met
 * Heather: And I love you. I don't want to die.  I want to stay with you...forever.
 * MacLeod: I want that, too.
 * Heather: Will you do something for me, Connor?
 * MacLeod: What, blossom?
 * Heather: In the years to come, will you light a candle and remember me on my birthday?
 * MacLeod: Aye, love. I will.
 * Heather: I wanted to have your children.
 * MacLeod: They would have been strong, and fine.
 * Heather: Don't see me, Connor. [Heather hides her face.]  Let me die in peace...where are we?
 * MacLeod: We're in the Highlands. Where else?  Darting down the mountainside, the sun is shining.  It's not cold.  You've got your sheepskins on...[MacLeod looks to see Heather dead in his arms, having peacefully passed] ...and the boots I made for you.
 * [We see Connor bury Heather later that day, and then leave Heather's grave-marker.]
 * MacLeod: Good night, my bonny Heather.

 * SS-Officer: [in German] You should be dead!
 * MacLeod: Move!
 * SS-Officer: [in German] No! First you'll have to shoot me!
 * MacLeod: [laughs hoarsely] Whatever you say, Jack. You're the master race. [Shoots him dead; to Rachel] Let's go! [They run out]

 * [MacLeod is inside a church, possibly in the Catholic denomination, very large interior, decorated with arches and columns, stained-glass windows and candles, and an altar draped in a purple tablecloth decorated with gold embroidery. He approaches a shrine, possibly dedicated to the Virgin Mary, lights a fresh prayer candle, and places it into one of the shrine's candle holding cups. He then drops to his knees, with his hands in front of the shrine.]
 * MacLeod: [Very softly, whispering in some places, and somewhat sadly] For you, my bonny Heather. Happy Birthday. And you, Juan Ramirez... [with a near-invisible sense of laughter in his voice, as if remembering funny memories] take care of her, you overdressed haggis.
 * [The Kurgan enters the church, as MecLeod is sinking into one of the pews, on his own. As the Kurgan enters, he struts over to the shrine, makes the sign of the cross on his head and chest as Catholics do, puts his hands together as if in prayer, and puts out the prayer candles, including the one MacLeod has just lit. He struts down the aisle and leans over a praying MacLeod.]
 * Kurgan: [Placing a hand on MacLeod’s shoulder] Kastagir is gone. Only you and I remain. [He sits down in the pew behind MacLeod.]
 * MacLeod: [Turning round] Nice to see you, Kurgan. Who cut your hair?
 * Kurgan: [Looks briefly at his badly-shaved head] I am in disguise. This way, no one will recognize me.
 * MacLeod: [Laughs briefly] I do. What do you want?
 * Kurgan: Your head. [MacLeod scoffs.] And the Prize. Watch...
 * [Two nuns walk by.]
 * Kurgan: [Leering out of his pew] Happy Halloween, ladies! [He makes licking gestures with his tongue, and barks at the nuns. The nuns cross themselves, otherwise ignoring him, continuing up the aisle.] Nuns. No sense of humor.
 * MacLeod: [Examining the horrible scar on the Kurgan's neck] Ramírez's blade did not cut deeply enough. [To the Kurgan] He was right about you. You're slime.
 * Kurgan: [Loudly] Ramírez was an effete snob! He died on his knees. [In a bragging sort of manner] I took his head and raped his woman before his blood was even cold! [MacLeod absorbs the information, turning away. Disturbed people and choirboys start to leave. MacLeod faces the Kurgan again, angry now. The Kurgan realises the truth.] I see... Ramírez lied. She was not his woman. She was your woman, and she never told you. I wonder why? Perhaps I gave her something you never could... [MacLeod grabs him by the collar. He looks at MacLeod's hand.] ...and secretly, she yearned for my return! [He releases himself from MacLeod's grip. He rises, bringing MacLeod up with him.] Holy ground, Highlander! Remember what Ramírez taught you.
 * MacLeod: You can't stay in here forever!
 * [The Kurgan sits down in the pew again.]
 * Kurgan: You are weak, Highlander. You will always be weaker than I.
 * [MacLeod grabs Kurgan by the throat.]
 * MacLeod: I'll be out front.
 * [The Kurgan releases himself from Connor's grip once again.]
 * Kurgan: Goodbye, MacLeod. We will meet soon enough.
 * [MacLeod leaves the church. The Kurgan laughs]
 * Minister: [Approaching the laughing Kurgan] For the love of God! These people are trying to pray. You're disturbing them.
 * Kurgan: [With his hands folded behind his head, and his feet swung up on top of the pew MacLeod was sitting at] He cares for these helpless mortals?
 * Priest: Of course He does. He died for our sins.
 * Kurgan: That shall be His undoing. [He rises from his seat and takes the priest's hand.] Father, forgive me. I... am a worm. [He stoops, licks the priest's hand, and squeezes it. He prepares to leave, strutting back up the aisle, fastening his jacket, and then turns around.] [Loudly] I have something to say! It's better to burn out than to fade away! [He dances out of the church, cackling.]

 * Kastagir: It seems like 100 years.
 * Conner: It's been 100 years.

Taglines

 * He fought his first battle on the Scottish Highlands in 1536. He will fight his greatest battle on the streets of New York City in 1986. His name is Connor MacLeod. He is immortal.
 * There can be only one.
 * Don't lose your head.

Cast

 * Christopher Lambert - Connor MacLeod / Russell Nash
 * Sean Connery - Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramírez
 * Clancy Brown - The Kurgan / Victor Kruger
 * Roxanne Hart - Brenda Wyatt
 * Beatie Edney - Heather MacLeod
 * Alan North - Lieutenant Frank Moran
 * Jon Polito - Detective Walter Bedsoe
 * Sheila Gish - Rachel Ellenstein
 * Hugh Quarshie - Sunda Kastagir
 * Christopher Malcolm - Kirk Matunas
 * Peter Diamond - Iman Fasil
 * Billy Hartman - Dugal MacLeod
 * James Cosmo - Angus MacLeod
 * Celia Imrie - Kate MacLeod

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Beauty and the Beast (1991 film)

Beauty and the Beast is an American 1991 animated film about a prince cursed to spend his days as a hideous monster who sets out to regain his humanity by earning a young woman's love. It was produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation and released by Walt Disney Pictures
 * ''Directed by Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise. Written by Roger Allers, Kelly Asbury, Brenda Chapman, Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont, Tom Ellery, Kevin Harkey, Robert Lence, Burny Mattinson, Brian Pimental, Joe Ranft, Chris Sanders, Bruce Woodside and Linda Woolverton.

The most beautiful love story ever told.

The Narrator

 * [Opening voiceover] Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous Beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a Beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a Beast?

Belle

 * [to the chickens] Is he gone? Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless?
 * Phillipe, please, steady. [enters the gate and sees Maurice's hat on the ground] Papa.
 * That's funny, I'm sure there was someone... I-I-Is there anyone here?
 * He's no monster, Gaston. You are!

Prince Adam/The Beast

 * Yes... but you must promise to stay here forever.

Gaston

 * I'll have Belle for my wife. Make no mistake about that.
 * Take whatever booty you can find, but remember, the Beast is mine!
 * I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I'd better go in there and--propose to the girl!
 * If I didn't know better, I'd think you had feelings for this monster.
 * What's the matter, Beast? Too kind and gentle to fight back?
 * Come on out and fight! Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?!

Maurice

 * If no one will help me, then I'll go back alone. Yes, is that everything? I don't care what it takes. I'll find that castle and somehow, I... I'll get her out of there.
 * Hitch up Philippe, girl. I'm off to the fair!

Dialogue

 * Gaston: Hello, Belle.
 * Belle: Bonjour, Gaston. [Gaston grabs the book from Belle] Gaston, may I have my book, please?
 * Gaston: How can you read this? There's no pictures!
 * Belle: Well, some people use their imagination.
 * Gaston: Belle, it's about time you got your head out of those books, [tossing book into the mud] and paid attention to more important things. Like me. The whole town's talking about it. [The Bimbettes, who are looking on, yawning. Belle has picked up the book and is cleaning off the mud] It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking.
 * Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.
 * Gaston: [putting his hand around her shoulders] Why, thank you, Belle. What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern, and take a look at my trophies?
 * Belle: Maybe some other time.
 * Bimbette #1: What's the matter with her?
 * Bimbette #2: She's crazy!
 * Bimbette #3: He's gorgeous.
 * Belle: Please, Gaston, I can't. I have to get home to help my father. Goodbye.
 * LeFou: Ha ha ha, that crazy old loon, he needs all the help he can get! [he and Gaston laugh heartily]
 * Belle: [angrily] Don't you talk about my father that way.
 * Gaston: Yeah, don't talk about her father that way! [conks LeFou on the head]
 * Belle: My father's not crazy! He's a genius! [explosion in background. Gaston and LeFou continue laughing. She rushes home and descends into the basement; coughed] Papa?!
 * Maurice: How on earth did that happen? [Belle coughs again] Doggone it! [pulls the barrel off his waist, along with his pants]
 * Belle: Are you alright, Papa?
 * Maurice: I'm about ready to give up on this hunk of junk! [kicks the machine]
 * Belle: You always say that.
 * Maurice: I mean it this time! I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work!
 * Belle: Yes, you will. And you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow. [Maurice scoffs] And become a world-famous inventor.
 * Maurice: You really believe that?
 * Belle: I always have.
 * Maurice: Well, what are we waiting for? I'll have this thing fixed in no time. Hand me that... The dog-legged clincher there. So, did you have a good time in town today?
 * Belle: I got a new book. Papa, do you think I'm odd?
 * Maurice: My daughter? Odd? Ha! Where would you get an idea like that?
 * Belle: I don't know. It's just that I'm not sure I fit in here. There's no one I can really talk to.
 * Maurice: What about that Gaston? He's a handsome fella.
 * Belle: He's handsome, all right, and rude and conceited and... Oh, Papa, he's not for me.
 * Maurice: Well, don't you worry. Cause this invention's gonna be the start of a new life for us.

 * [Fade to the deep forest, night. After a few hours of traveling, it seems obvious that they are lost, after Belle plays the violin. Phillipe walks on cautiously, frightened out of his wits]
 * Maurice: We should be there by now. [above them, an owl hoots, adding to the spookiness of the environment] Perhaps we missed a turn. I guess I should have taken...wait a minute. [raising his lantern toward a sign with arrows pointing in separate directions, though the writing is faded and unreadable. Phillipe snorts, and whinnies to go one fashion, but he pulls his reins in the separate direction] No, let's go this way! [Phillipe whinnies and looks at the path Maurice has picked. It is dark and foggy, with many trees forming an archway. Then he looks at the other path, which is much more inviting. Phillipe whinnies to go on the safer path, but he pulls him toward the other one] C'mon, Phillipe, it's a shortcut! We'll be there in no time. [the two continue down the path, albeit slowly due to Phillipe, fearing what can be lurking about in the darkness. At that moment, a shadow whisks past them and the sound of howling fills the air, spooking Phillipe whinnies; looking at his map] This can't be right. Where have you taken us, Phillipe? We'd better turn around. [suddenly, the howling becomes louder. Phillipe whinnies to back up, afraid of whatever might be around them] Woah. Woah, boy. Woah, now. Woah, Phillipe. [but the spooked horse does not stop in time, and bumps into a hollow tree. A flocks of bats swarm out and surround them] Watch out! [Phillipe runs off in fear, not noticing where he's going] Woah! Woah, boy! [eventually, his steed stops until he sees where he is; at the edge of a very tall cliff] Back up! Back up! Back up! [they back off slowly, yet afraid to an inch of their lives] Nice boy, nice boy. That's nice, that's–back up! Easy. Easy! Now, easy. Easy.[the howling is now so loud, Phillipe whinnying] Oh no, Phillipe?! OW! [falls off the wagon train and crashed the lampost] No!

 * [After the Beast barges in to see Maurice getting settled in the castle]
 * The Beast: Who are you?! What are you doing here?!
 * Maurice: I-I-I was lost in the woods and--
 * The Beast: You're not WELCOME HERE!
 * Maurice: I-I'm...I'm sorry.
 * The Beast: What are you staring at?!
 * Maurice: Nothing.
 * The Beast: So...you've come to stare at the BEAST, HAVE YOU?!?! [blocks Maurice's way]
 * Maurice: [pleaders] Please! I mean no harm, I just needed a place to stay!
 * The Beast: I'll give you a place to stay! [picks up Maurice]
 * Maurice: [as the Beast takes him to the tower] No, no, please! No! No! [door slams]

 * Gaston: I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I'd better go in there and... propose to the girl. [chuckles; the male guests laugh and the Bimbettes sob] And you, LeFou. When Belle and I come out that door...
 * LeFou: Oh, I know! I know! I strike up the band!
 * [The band plays "Here Comes the Bride," loud and fast, until Gaston rams a tuba down on LeFou's head]
 * Gaston: Not yet!
 * LeFou: [sticking his lips through the mouthpiece] Sorry.

 * Gaston: This is the day your dreams come true.
 * Belle: What do you know about my dreams, Gaston?
 * Gaston: Plenty! Here, picture this. [sits, props muddy boots on Belle's book, kicks them off] A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little wife, massaging my feet, while the little ones play with the dogs. We'll have 6 or 7 even.
 * Belle: Dogs?
 * Gaston: No, Belle! Strappin' boys, like me!
 * Belle: Imagine that. [retrieves book and shelves it]
 * Gaston: And do you know who that wife will be?
 * Belle: Let me think...
 * Gaston: You, Belle!
 * Belle: I'm speechless! I really don't know what to say.
 * Gaston: Say you'll marry me!
 * Belle: I'm very sorry, Gaston, but... [turns the doorknob] ...but I just don't deserve you!
 * [She opens the door; he stumbles out and she throws his boots after him before closing it. Gaston lands in a pig's mud wallow as LeFou conducts the band in "Here Comes the Bride"]
 * LeFou: So, how'd it go?
 * Gaston: [picks up LeFou, angrily] I'll have Belle for my wife! Make no mistake about that! [throws LeFou into the mud and storms off]
 * LeFou: Hmm! Touchy!
 * [The pig oinks in agreement]

 * Belle: [to the chickens] ...Is he gone? [seeing he is, hurried outside, a bucket of chickens feed in her hand] Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless? [walks of the animals, and feeding the chickens, singing]
 * Madame Gaston, can't you just see it?
 * Madame Gaston, his little wife. [kicks the buckets, the chickens clucking and goats bleats]
 * No sir, not me, I guarantee it.
 * I want much more than this provincial life.

 * [Belle has slipped into the Beast's castle and found Maurice locked in a cell]
 * Belle: Who's done this to you?
 * Maurice: No time to explain! You must go now!
 * Belle: I won't leave you!
 * [The Beast whirls Belle around to face him, causing her to drop her torch; it goes out, leaving the room in near-darkness]
 * The Beast: What are you doing here?!
 * Maurice: Run, Belle!
 * Belle: Who's there? Who are you?
 * The Beast: The master of this castle.
 * Belle: I've come for my father. Please let him out! Can't you see, he's sick!
 * The Beast: Then he shouldn't have trespassed here!
 * Belle: But he could die! Please, I'll do anything!
 * The Beast: There's nothing you can do! He's my prisoner!
 * Belle: [to herself] Oh, there must be some way I can... [to the Beast] Wait! Take me instead.
 * The Beast: YOU... [realizing what Belle is saying] You would...take his place?
 * Maurice: Belle, no! You don't know what you're doing!
 * Belle: If I did, would you let him go?
 * The Beast: Yes. But...you must promise to stay here forever!
 * Belle: Come into the light.
 * [The Beast moves into a patch cast by a skylight; she recoils at his appearance]
 * Maurice: No, Belle! I won't let you do this!
 * Belle: [walks toward the Beast] You have my word.
 * The Beast: Done! [Belle collapses to the floor with her head in her hands; the Beast opens Maurice's cell and he rushes to her]
 * Maurice: [to Belle] No, Belle. Listen to me. I'm old, I've lived my life- [The Beast drags him downstairs]
 * Belle: Wait!
 * Maurice: Belle!
 * Belle: WAIT!!
 * Maurice: [being dragged toward the Palanquin] No, please spare my daughter!
 * The Beast: She's no longer your concern. [to Palanquin, throwing Maurice inside] Take him to the village.
 * [It scuttles off like a spider]
 * Maurice: Please, let me out, please! [Belle, now locked in the cell by the Beast, looks out the window at the departing Palanquin and begins to cry]

 * Gaston: [displeased about what happened to him] Who does she think she is? That girl has tangled with the wrong man! No one says no to Gaston!
 * LeFou: Hehe! Darn right!
 * Gaston: Dismissed! Rejected! Publicly humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear! [throwing his two mugs of beer into the fireplace]
 * LeFou: More beer?
 * Gaston: [frustratingly turning his chair away from the fireplace] What for? Nothing helps! I'm disgraced.
 * LeFou: Who, you? Never! Gaston, you've gotta pull yourself together!

 * [Chip and Mrs. Potts talk as he is being filled with tea, cream, and sugar for Belle]
 * Chip: Told you she was pretty, Mama, didn't I?
 * Mrs. Potts: All right, now, Chip, that'll do. [he hops over to Belle] Slowly now. Don't spill.
 * Belle: Thank you.
 * Chip: Want to see me do a trick? [takes a deep breath; bubbles foam up over his rim]
 * Mrs. Potts: Chip?!
 * Chip: [giggles] Oops, sorry.
 * Mrs. Potts: [to Belle] That was a very brave thing you did, my dear.
 * Wardrobe: We all think so.
 * Belle: But I've lost my father, my dreams, everything.
 * Mrs. Potts: Cheer up, child. It'll turn out all right in the end. You'll see. [suddenly startled] Oops! Look at me, jabbering on, when there's a supper to get on the table. Chip!
 * Chip: [to Belle, hopping away] Bye!
 * [the wardrobe approaches Belle]
 * Wardrobe: Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner? Let's see what I've got in my drawers. [the doors fly open and moths flutter out. She slams them shut] Oh! How embarrassing. Here we are. [one door opens, the other serves as an arm. It pulls out a pink dress] Ah! There you are, you'll look ravishing in this 1!
 * Belle: That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner.
 * Wardrobe: Oh, but you must!
 * Cogsworth: [enters, clears his throat] Dinner is served.
 * The Beast: [while packing back and forth in front of the fireplace] What's taking so long? I told her to come down. [shouts at Lumiere and Mrs. Potts] Why isn't she here yet?!
 * Mrs. Potts: Oh, try to be patient, sir. The girl has lost her father and her freedom all in one day.
 * Lumière: Uh, master. Have you thought that, perhaps, this girl could be the one to break the spell?
 * The Beast: Of course I have! I'm not a fool.
 * Lumière: Good! You fall in love with her, she falls in love with you, and - Poof! - the spell is broken! We'll be human again by midnight!
 * Mrs. Potts: Oh, it's not that easy, Lumière. These things take time.
 * Lumière: But the rose has already begun to wilt.
 * The Beast: It's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm so...well, look at me!
 * [Lumière shrugs his shoulders and looks at Mrs. Potts]
 * Mrs. Potts: Oh, you must help her to see past all that.
 * The Beast: I don't know how.
 * Mrs. Potts: Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up, try to act like a gentleman.
 * [The Beast sits up, then straightens his face very formally]
 * Lumière: [adds in] Ah yes, when she comes in, give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come, come. Show me the smile.
 * [The Beast bears his ragged fangs in a scary, and yet funny grin]
 * Mrs. Potts: But don't frighten the poor girl.
 * Lumière: Impress her with your rapier wit.
 * Mrs. Potts: But be gentle.
 * Lumière: Shower her with compliments.
 * Mrs. Potts: But be sincere.
 * Lumière: And above all...
 * Mrs. Potts and Lumière: You must control your temper!
 * [The door creaks open]
 * Lumière: There she is!
 * [The Beast wipes the silly face off, and looks to the door expectantly]
 * Cogsworth: [enters] Uh, good evening.
 * The Beast: [growls] Well, where is she?
 * Cogworth: Who? Oh! The girl. Yes, the, ah, girl. Well, actually, she's in the process of, ah, um, circumstances being what they are, ew... [gulps] She's not coming.
 * [Cut to the exterior of den with door slightly ajar]
 * The Beast: [enraged; offscreen] WHAT?!?! [bangs the doors open and runs out to the Belle's room, with Cogsworth, Lumière and Mrs. Potts chasing him]
 * Cogsworth: Oh dear, your grace! Your eminence! Let's not be hasty!
 * The Beast: [runs up to the door and furiously bangs on it 12 times] I thought I told you to come down to dinner!
 * Belle: [from behind the door] I'm not hungry.
 * The Beast: You come out, or I'll...I'll...I'LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!!!
 * Lumière: [interrupts] Master, I could be wrong, [chuckles] but that may not be the best way to win the girl's affections.
 * Cogsworth: [pleads] Please! Attempt to be a gentlemen.
 * The Beast: [lividly] But she is beings so difficult!
 * Mrs. Potts: Gently, gently.
 * The Beast: Will you come down to dinner?
 * Belle: [from behind the door] No!
 * The Beast: [looks at them, points to the door in frustration] Hmm?!
 * Cogsworth: Suave. Genteel.
 * The Beast: It would give me great pleasure... [clutching his paws in anger] if you would join me for dinner.
 * Cogsworth: Ahem, ahem, we say "please".
 * The Beast: Please.
 * Belle: [from behind the door] No, thank you!
 * The Beast: You can't stay in there forever!
 * Belle: [from behind the door; provoked] Yes, I can.
 * The Beast: Fine! Then go ahead and STARVE!! [to Cogsworth, Lumière and Mrs. Potts] If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all.
 * [The Beast runs back down the hall, slams a door hard enough to cause a piece of the ceiling to fall on Lumière.]
 * Mrs. Potts: Oh, dear. That didn't go very well at all, did it?
 * Cogsworth: Lumière, stand watch at the door and inform me at once if there is the slightest change.
 * Lumière: [taking guard position next to door] You can count on me, mon-capitan.
 * Cogsworth: Well, I guess we better go downstairs and start cleanin' up.
 * [Cut to the Beast entering the West Wing and throwing a chair in his way aside.]
 * The Beast: I ask nicely, but she refuses! What-What does she want me to do?! Beg?! [picks up the magic mirror] Show me the girl.
 * Wardrobe: [in mirror; to Belle] Why, the master's not so bad once you get to know him. Why don't you give him a chance?
 * Belle: I don't want to get to know him. I don't want to have anything to do with him!
 * The Beast: [setting down magic mirror, speaking tenderly] I'm just fooling myself. She'll never see me as anything...but a monster. [another petal falls off the rose] It's hopeless. [puts his head in his hands as in a depressed state]

 * Belle: [after dampening rag] Here, now. [sees the Beast licking the wound on his arm] Oh, don't do that. [the Beast backs away with a growl as the Objects start to back away in fear] Just hold still. [places the rag on the Beast's arm; the Beast roars in pain and the Objects takes cover]
 * The Beast: THAT HURTS!!!!!
 * Belle: If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!
 * The Beast: Well, if you hadn't have run away, this wouldn't have happened.
 * Belle: If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away.
 * The Beast: [is about to utter a sentence, then realizes that Belle is right] Well, you shouldn't have been in The West Wing!
 * Belle: Well, you should learn to control your temper. [The Objects emerge from hiding as she has conquered the ferocious temper of the Beast. She moves the rag closer to the wound] Now, hold still. This might sting a little.
 * The Beast: Hmm? [gives a surprised grunt, then grits his teeth as the rag is applied]
 * Belle: By the way, thank you, for saving my life.
 * The Beast: [opens his eyes, looking surprised] You're welcome.

 * Beast: I let her go.
 * Cogsworth: [chuckles] Yes, yes. Splen- [realizes what the Beast just said] You what? How could you do that?
 * Beast: I had to.
 * Cogsworth: Yes, but why?
 * Beast: Because...I love her.

 * Gaston: Come on out and fight! Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?! [The Beast has been provoked enough. He emerges and they fight again] It's over, Beast! BELLE IS MINE!! [The Beast and Gaston are fighting on top of the castle; the Beast strikes at him, grabs him and holds him over the edge and last words] Let me go, let me go! Please...don't hurt me! I'll do anything! ANYTHING!!!!
 * [The Beast glares with fury, then his anger slowly melts as he realizes that he's sinking to Gaston's level. He pulls Gaston back in and close to his face]
 * The Beast: [in a calm, but tranquil fury manner] Get out. [shoves Gaston to the ground]
 * Belle: [comes out on the balcony] Beast!
 * The Beast: Belle. [begins to climb the tower until he reaches the balcony. He hangs over the side] Belle? [they reached their hands as they reunite] You came back.
 * [The Beast and Belle stare passionately at each other, but the moment is interrupted when Gaston sneaks up and stabs the Beast in the back. The Beast roars in pain and Gaston pulls the knife out and swings back for another shot. The Beast starts to fall, knocks over Gaston off his balances. Belle reaches forward and pulls the Beast back, while Gaston falls off into the castle moat to his death. Belle helps the injured Beast up onto the balcony, where he lies down on the floor. The objects come rushing out but stay out of sight. The Beast lays dying with Belle at his side; meanwhile, the rose is down to its last petal]
 * The Beast: [weakly] You...You came back.
 * Belle: Of course, I came back. I couldn't let them.... [hugs the Beast] Oh, this is all my fault. If only I'd gotten here sooner.
 * The Beast: Maybe it's better...it's better this way.
 * Belle: Don't talk like that. You'll be all right. We're together now. Everything's going to be fine. You'll see.
 * The Beast: [reaches up and touches Belle's cheek] At least...I got to see you...one last time. [his paw falls and his eyes close as he dies]
 * Belle: [gasps] No. No! Please! Please! Please don't leave me! [sobs] I love you.
 * [The last petal falls away, leaving Cogsworth, Lumière, and Mrs. Potts distraught; suddenly, a magical shower falls around the Beast and Belle, and the Beast rises into the air, turning into a human prince; then he lands on the ground and when he gets up, he turns toward Belle]
 * Prince Adam: Belle...it's me.
 * Belle: [looks into his eyes and recognizes him from the portrait] It is you!

 * [Last lines]
 * Chip: Are they going to live happily ever after, Mama?
 * Mrs. Potts: Of course, my dear. Of course.
 * Chip: [tiny pauses] Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?

About Beauty and the Beast (1991 film)

 * Well, [originally] when we were planning the big elaborate dance sequence that would include a moving camera craning up to the ceiling on the characters that would really have more of a live action feel to them—there was always this nagging doubt in our minds that it wasn't going to work at all (laughs). We had sort of a back-up plan just in case, if none of this works we'll just turn off all the lights and Bella and the Beast will be dancing in a little spotlight in a darkened room like an ice skating show (laughs). Fortunately, when we got the first piece of test film back, it was amazingly breathtaking, made a big sigh of relief because we knew it was going to work.
 * We actually designed all the camera movement first and animated the characters to match that.
 * We created computer generated stand-ins, the ballroom was sort of a chicken-wire kind of thing and Bella & the Beast were represented by these box and egg sort of things.
 * You have to make all the same decisions that a live action director would have to make. Everything from where to put the camera to what the emotional tone of the scene is going to be, in addition to answering all the questions about costume design and weather and color and all the numerous elements that go into making the scene. We're there every step of the way from the very first crude character designs and early storyboards to how loud the footsteps of the Beast should be as he's walking across the marble floor. We shepherd the process from beginning to end.
 * Kirk Wise

Cast (voices)

 * Paige O'Hara — Belle
 * Rex Everhart - Maurice
 * Robby Benson — The Beast/Prince Adam
 * Richard White — Gaston
 * Jerry Orbach — Lumiere
 * David Ogden Stiers — Narrator, Cogsworth
 * Angela Lansbury — Mrs. Potts
 * Mary Kay Bergman — Bimbette
 * Kath Soucie — Bimbette
 * Jesse Corti — Lefou
 * Bradley Pierce — Chip
 * Kimmy Robertson — Featherduster
 * Hal Smith — Philippe
 * Jack Angel — Tom
 * Phil Proctor — Dick
 * Bill Farmer — Stanley
 * Patrick Pinney — Walter

title: Beauty and the Beast (1991 film)


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Hercules (1997 film)

Hercules is a 1997 film produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation and released by Walt Disney Pictures. It tells the story about the adventures of Hercules, the son of Zeus in Greek mythology.
 * Directed by John Musker and Ron Clements. Written by Ron Clements, John Musker, Don McEnery, Bob Shaw and Irene Mecchi. Songs by Alan Menken and David Zippel. Score Produced by Alan Menken.

A Comedy of Olympian Proportions

Hercules

 * [to Zeus] But, Father, I've defeated every single monster I've come up against. I-I'm...I'm the most famous person in all of Greece. I'm...I'm an action figure!
 * A true hero. Great! Uh, exactly how do you become a true hero?
 * Wow. What a day. First that restaurant by the bay...And then that, that play, that, that, that Oedipus thing?! Man! I thought I had problems!

Meg

 * Well, you know how men are. They think 'No' means 'Yes' and 'Get lost' means 'Take me, I'm yours.'
 * Thanks, Herc. It's been a real slice.
 * [rushing into Thebes, crying out] Please. Help! Please! There's been a terrible accident!
 * [Hercules walks to the Cyclops] What are you doing?! Without your strength you'll be killed!
 * [seeking a pillar falling, gasps in shock] Hercules, look out! [runs to push him out of the way; the pillar crushes her]
 * [as she lies down dying] Hades' deal is broken. [groans] He promised I wouldn't get hurt. [moans] People always do crazy things... [moans again] when they're in love.
 * You're really choked up about this, aren't you?
 * [to Hades] Then read my lips! Forget it.

Hades
IN THE WOODS!!!!!!! RUMBLE!!!!!!! I OWN YOU!!!
 * How sentimental. You know, I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat! Huh?! [no one replies] So, is this an audience or a mosaic?
 * Love to, babe. But unlike you gods lounging about up here, I, regrettably, have a full-time gig that you, by the way, so charitably bestowed on me, Zeus.
 * Memo to me, memo to me: maim you after my meeting.
 * I’m about to rearrange the cosmos... and the one schlemiel who can louse it up.. is waltzing around
 * Let’s get ready to
 * [as Hydra about to kill Hercules] My favorite part of the game... Sudden death.
 * Game. Set. Match.
 * I've got 24 hours to get rid of this bozo, or the entire scheme I’ve been setting up for 18 years goes up in smoke, and you are wearing           HIS MERCHANDISE?!?!
 * He's gotta have a weakness, because everybody's got a weakness. I mean, for what? Pandora, it was the box thing. For the Trojans, hey! They bet on the wrong horse. Okay?
 * Meg, Meg Meg! My sweet, deluded little minion. Aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy, but-ever-so-crucial, little, tiny detail? [shouts]
 * We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy. What d’ya say? Come on.
 * Ba-boom! Name's Hades, Lord of the Dead. Hi, how ya doin'?
 * [sees the Titans leaving Olympus] Guys, get your titanic rears in gear and KICK SOME OLYMPIAN BUTT!! [Pegasus blows out his flaming hair] Whoa, is my hair out?
 * [as the Titans attack away from Mount Olympus] Uh, guys? Olympus would be that way. [points in the opposite direction]
 * Zeusy, I'm home!
 * [after Hercules defeated the titans] Thanks a ton, Wonderboy! But at least I've got one swell consolation prize, a friend of yours who's dying to see me.
 * [sees upon Hercules with his body glowing, holding Meg's soul] This... This is impossible! You can't be alive! You'd have to be a... (Pain and Panic: A god?)
 * [last lines, as the film closes] What do you say? It's happy ending time. Everybody's got a little taste in something, but me. I've got nothing. I'm here with nothing. Anybody listening?! It's like, what am I? An echo or something? Hello! Hello! Am I talking to what? HYPERSPACE?! HELLO! IT'S ME! Nobody listens.

Phil

 * I trained all those would-be heroes. Odysseus, Perseus, Theseus. A lot of "yusses". And every single one of those bums let me down flatter than a discus. None of them could go the distance. [Looking at a statue of a soldier in armor] And then there was Achilles. Now there was a guy who had it all; the build, the foot-speed. He could jab! He could take a hit! He could keep on comin'! [pause] BUT THAT FURSLUGGINER HEEL OF HIS! He barely gets nicked there once [flicks the statue's heel; it shatters into tiny fragments] and kaboom! He's history. Yeah, I had a dream once. I dreamed I would train the greatest hero there ever was. So great the gods would hang a picture of him in the stars for everyone to see. And everyone would say, "That's Phil's boy." That's right...Ah, but dreams are for rookies. A guy can only take so much disappointment.
 * One town, a million troubles. The one and only Thebes. The Big Olive itself. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.
 * [after being called a goat-man; face turns red in anger] Watch it, pal.
 * You...I got your heel RIGHT HERE! [tackles Tall Thebian with his head, throws punches] I'll wipe that stupid grin off your face! You- [bites Tall Thebian's butt]
 * [as Hercules fights the Hydra, whose heads multiply as they are cut off] WILL YOU FORGET THE HEAD-SLICING THING?!?!
 * [after Hercules defeats the Hydra] YA DID IT, KID! YA DID IT, YOU WON BY A LANDSLIDE!
 * [about Meg] SHE'S A FRAUD!!! She's been playing you for a sap!
 * No no no no no, kid, giving up is for rookies. I came back because I'm not quitting on ya. I'm willing to go the distance. How about you?

Zeus

 * You ought to slow down, you'll work yourself to death... HA! Work yourself to death!
 * Hey, you wanted answers, and by thunder, you're old enough to know the truth!
 * Hercules, if you can prove yourself a true hero on Earth, your godhood will be restored!
 * I'm afraid being famous is not the same as being a true hero.
 * SOUND THE ALARM! LAUNCH AN IMMEDIATE COUNTERATTACK! GO! GO!
 * For a true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart. Now, at last, my son, you can come home.

The Narrator and the Muses

 * The Narrator: [First lines] Long ago, in the far away land of ancient Greece, there was a golden age of powerful gods and extraordinary heroes. And the greatest and strongest of all these heroes was the mighty Hercules. But what is the measure of a true hero? Now that is where our story-
 * Thalia: Would you listen to him? He's making the story sound like some Greek tragedy!
 * Terpsichore: Lighten up, dude!
 * Calliope: We'll take it from here, darling.
 * Narrator: You go, girl.

 But thought the dead were dull and uncouth He was as mean as he was ruthless And that's the gospel truth He had a plan to shake things up And that's the gospel truth!
 * Calliope: If there is one god who don't want to get steamed up, it's Hades.
 * Terpsichore: 'Cause he had an evil plan.
 * Thalia: [singing] He ran the underworld,

 But since he did not drink the last drop, He still retained his godlike strength, So thank his lucky star But Zeus and Hera wept Because their son could never come home, They'd have to watch their precious baby Grow up from afar Though, Hades' horrid plan Was hatched before Herc cut his first tooth The boy grew stronger ev'ry day And that's the gospel truth
 * Melpomene: [singing] Young Herc was mortal now

 * Thalia: [singing about Hercules' fame and success] And they slapped his face on ev'ry vase
 * Clio: [hits Thalia on the head] On ev'ry "vah-se!"

Dialogue

 * Hades: How sentimental. You know, I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat! Huh?! [all gods look sternly at him] So, is this an audience or a mosaic? Hey, how you doin'? Lookin' good. Nice dress.
 * Zeus: Hades! You finally made it! How's things in the underworld?
 * Hades: [sarcastically] Ah, well, it's just fine. Y'know, little dark, little gloomy, and there's always "Hey! Full of dead people, whaddya gonna do?" [sees baby Hercules] Ah! There's the little sunspot, little smootchie. And here is a sucker for the little sucker, eh? [Hercules squeezes Hades' finger, causing Hades to pull away in pain] Sheesh! Uh, powerful little tyke.
 * Zeus: Come on, Hades. Don't be such a stiff, join the celebration!
 * Hades: Hey, love to, babe. But unlike you gods lounging about up here, I, regrettably, have a full-time gig that you, by the way, so charitably bestowed on me, Zeus. So... can't. Love to, but can't.
 * Zeus: You ought to slow down, you'll work yourself to death... HA! Work yourself to death! [he and the other gods laugh] Oh, I kill myself!
 * Hades: [walks away in annoyance] If only, if only...

 * [Hades arrives home in Underworld]
 * Hades: PAIN!
 * Pain: [running down stairs] Coming, your most lugubriousness! [trips and bounces down the stairs, hits on spike claw, screams]
 * Hades: PANIC!
 * Panic: [runs down stairs panicked] Oh! I'm sorry. I can handle it!
 * [Pain pulls himself off the spike claw, Panic trip flies into the air and lands his ears on Pain, causing him to scream in pain. Hades rolls his eyes]
 * Pain: Pain! Oh.
 * Panic: And Panic! Gah!
 * Pain and Panic: Reporting for duty!
 * Hades: Fine, fine, fine. Just let me know the instant the Fates arrive.
 * [Pain pulls Panic off him]
 * Panic: Oh. They're here.
 * Pain: Mmm-hmm.
 * Hades: [goes up in flames] WHAT?! The fates are here, and you didn't TELL ME?!?!?!
 * Pain and Panic: [both yell and turn into worms] We are worms! Worthless worms! [both start sobbing]
 * Hades: [calms down, walks away] Memo to me, memo to me. Maim you after my meeting.

 * Hades: Ladies. Hah! I'm so sorry that I'm-
 * Fates: [all at once] Late!
 * Lachesis: We knew you would be.
 * Clotho: We know everything!
 * Lachesis: Past.
 * Clotho: Present!
 * Atropos: And future. [elbows Panic, whispering] Indoor plumbing. It's gonna be big.

 * Lachesis: In 18 years precisely, The planets will align ever so nicely.
 * Hades: Ay, verse. Oy.
 * Lachesis: The time to act will be at hand / Unleash the Titans, your monstrous band.
 * Hades: Mmm-hmm. Good, good.
 * Clotho: Then the once-proud Zeus will finally fall / And you, Hades, will rule all!
 * Hades: [excitedly] Yes! Hades  rules!
 * Atropos: A word of caution to this tale...
 * Hades: [stops short] Excuse me?
 * Atropos: Should Hercules fight, you will fail.
 * [The Fates laugh, then disappear]
 * Hades: [his head goes fiery red with rage]

WHAAAAAAAT?!?!           [calmly] Okay, fine, fine, I'm cool, I'm fine.

 * [As Pain and Panic kidnap Hercules, Zeus and Hera are woken up by the commotion.]
 * Zeus: Huh?
 * Hera: What? What is it?
 * Zeus & Hera: [both realize something's wrong] The baby!
 * [They run to the cradle and find out that Hercules was kidnapped.]
 * Hera: [shocked] Hercules, oh...! [starts sobbing]
 * Zeus: [outraged; roaring]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!           [voice echoes]
 * [Thunder starts raging in Mount Olympus]

 * Panic: Hades is gonna kill us when he finds out what happened.
 * Pain: You mean, if he finds out!
 * Panic: Of course he's gonna- If... If is good.

 * Zeus: Hey, you wanted answers, and by thunder, you're old enough to know the truth!
 * Hercules: But why did you leave me on earth? Didn't you want me?
 * Zeus: Of course we did. Your mother and I loved you with all our hearts. But someone stole you from us and turned you mortal, and only gods can live on Mount Olympus.
 * Hercules: And you can't do a thing?
 * Zeus: I can't, Hercules, but you can!
 * Hercules: R-really? W-what? I-I'll do anything.
 * Zeus: Hercules, if you can prove yourself a true hero on Earth, your godhood will be restored!

 * [Hercules goes to stop Nessus the centaur from manhandling Meg]
 * Nessus: [looms over him] Step aside, two-legs.
 * Hercules: [awkwardly] Pardon me, my good, uh...sir, but I demand you release that young...
 * Meg: [annoyed] Keep moving, junior.
 * Hercules: ...lady. But you...aren't you...a damsel in distress?
 * Meg: [struggling in Nessus' grip] I'm a damsel...Ugh! I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.

 * Meg: Look, it wasn't my fault, it was this wonder-boy Hercules!
 * [Hades freezes in shock; Pain and Panic look nervous]
 * Panic: Hercules...oh...why does that name ring a bell?
 * Pain: I dunno...maybe we owe him money?
 * Hades: What... was that name ... again?
 * Meg: Hercules.
 * Hades: [turns red with fury, then turns away, still red hot]  OH!!!
 * Meg: [continuing seemingly without noticing Hades] He comes on with this big 'innocent farmboy' routine, but I could see through that in a Peloponnesian minute. [snaps her fingers]
 * Pain: Wait a minute. Wasn't Hercules the name of that kid we were supposed to-?
 * Pain and Panic: [spot Hades reaching for them] OH, MY GODS!!!
 * Pain: Run for it!
 * Hades: [grabs them] So you took care of him, huh?! Dead as a doornail! Weren't those your  exact  words?!
 * Pain: This might be a different Hercules!
 * Panic: Yeah, I mean Hercules is a... [Hades chokes him] very popular name nowadays!
 * Pain: Remember like a few years ago-every other boy was named Jason and the girls were all named Britney?!
 * Hades: [chokes Pain] I'm about to re-arrange the cosmos... and the one  SCHLEMIEL...  [both Pain and Panic transform themselves into bugs in fear]  WHO CAN LOUSE IT UP... IS WALTZING AROUND...             IN THE WOODS!!!!!!!!             [literally explodes with rage, starts panting]
 * Pain: Wait. Wait, big guy. [morph back into normal] We can still cut in on his waltzing.
 * Panic: That's right! [morphs back into normal] And-And-And at least, we made him mortal, that's a good thing. Didn't we?
 * Hades: Hmm... [extends his arms and brings Meg, Pain, and Panic closer to him as he instructs them] Fortunately, for the three of you, we still have time to correct this rather egregious oversight. And this time, no foul-ups.

 * [As the Thebans are walking away from Hercules]
 * Phil: [frustrated] Don't you pea brains get it?! This kid is the genuine article!
 * Burnt Man: Hey, isn't that goat man who trained Achilles?
 * Phil: [his face turns red; angry] Watch it, pal.
 * Tall Thebian: Yeah, you're right. Hey, uh, nice job on those heels! Ya missed a spot!
 * Phil: You...I got your heel RIGHT HERE! [tackles Tall Thebian and starts punching him] I'll wipe that STUPID GRIN OFF YOUR FACE! YOU LARBUTT! [bites Tall Thebian's butt]
 * Hercules: [runs to pull Phil away] Hey, Phil! Phil! Phil! Take it easy, Phil! [Phil rips a small cloth in his mouth] Phil.
 * Tall Thebian: What are you crazy?! Sheesh.
 * Lumpy Woman: Young man, we need a professional hero. Not an amateur.
 * [Phil spits out a ripped cloth, the Thebans walk away]
 * Hercules: No, wait! Stop! [sighs and sits down] How am I supposed to prove myself a hero if nobody will give me a chance?
 * Phil: You'll get your chance; you just need some kind of catastrophe or disaster.
 * Meg: [suddenly enters from the crowd with a urgent warning] Please! Help! Please! There's been a terrible accident!
 * Hercules: Meg?
 * Phil: Speaking of disasters.
 * Meg: Wonderboy! Hercules! Thank goodness!
 * Hercules: Wha-What's wrong?
 * Meg: Outside of town, two little boys, they were playing in the gorge. There was that rock slide, a terrible rock slide. They're trapped!
 * Hercules: Kids? Trapped? [to Phil] Phil, this is great!
 * Meg: You are really choked up about this, aren't ya?
 * Hercules: [drags Meg onto Pegasus] Come on!
 * Meg: No, I...You don't under...I have this terrible fear of [Pegasus takes off in the air] HEEEEEEEIIIIGHTS!
 * Phil: [gets tired from running] I'm right behind ya, kid! Whoo! I'm way behind ya, kid. [starts to run tiredly] I got a fur wedgie.

 * Hades: I can't believe this guy. I throw everything I've got at him and it doesn't even- [notices Pain wearing Air-Herc sandals] What... are... those?
 * Pain: Um, I don't know. I thought they looked kinda dashing.
 * Hades: I got 24 hours to get rid of this bozo, or the entire scheme I've been setting up for 18 years goes up in smoke, [up in flames] ...and you...are wearing...  HIS...             MERCHANDISE!?!?!
 * [Suddenly the sound of slurping can be heard and Hades turns to Panic who is drinking Hercules soda cup; Panic then notices that Hades is angrily]
 * Panic: [chuckles nervously] Thirsty?
 * [Hades, entirely up in flames, screams in sheer rage; a big explosions far away and the whole stadium rumbles]

 * Hercules: You should have been there, father! I mangled the minotaur, grappled with the Gorgon, Just like Phil told me, I analyzed the situation, controlled my strength and kicked!  The crowds went wild! Thank you, thank you.
 * Zeus: Hah! You're doin' great, son. You're doin' your old man proud!
 * Hercules: I am glad to hear you say that, father. I've been waiting for this day a long time.
 * Zeus: Hmm.. What day is that, son?
 * Hercules: The day I rejoin the gods.
 * Zeus: You've done wonderfully, you really have, my boy. You're just not there yet. You haven't proved yourself a true hero.
 * Hercules: But father, I've beaten every single monster I've come up against. I'm-I'm the most famous person in all of Greece. I'm-- I'm an action figure!
 * Zeus: I'm afraid being famous is not the same as being a true hero.
 * Hercules: What more can I do?
 * Zeus: It's something you have to discover for yourself.
 * Hercules: But how can I--
 * Zeus: Look inside your heart...

 * [Phil just explained to Hercules that Meg is a traitor but he ignores him]
 * Phil: SHE'S A FRAAAAAUUUUUUUUD! She's been playing you for a sap!
 * Hercules: [incredulous] Oh, come on, stop kidding around.
 * Phil: I'm NOT kidding around!
 * Hercules: I know you're upset about today, but that's no reason to-
 * Phil: Kid, you're missing the point!
 * Hercules: Point is: I LOVE her.
 * Phil: She don't love you!
 * Hercules: You're crazy!
 * Phil: She's nothing but a two-timin'-
 * Hercules: [angrily] STOP IT!
 * Phil: -no good, LYIN, SCHEMING-
 * Hercules: [in his anger, he suddenly turns around and slaps Phil] SHUT UP!!!! [due to the strength of the slap, Phil is knocked away and crashes into a pile of weights and chains; Hercules is horrified of what he has done, and Phil looks at him, just as shocked] Phil, I...I didn't mean...Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
 * Phil: Okay. Okay, that's it. You won't face the truth? Fine.
 * Hercules: Phil, wait. Where are you going?
 * Phil: I'm hopping the first barge outta here. I'm going home.
 * Hercules: FINE! G-GO! I don't- I don't need you. [starts lifting a heavy weight]
 * Phil: [stops and looks back; to himself] I thought you were going to be the all-time champ. [Hercules stops lifting] Not the all-time chump. [leaves]
 * [Hercules looks back at him with a look of guilt and regret ]

 * [Hades appears, lying casually on the bar Hercules uses for exercises]
 * Hades: Geez, Louise. What's got his goat, huh? [swings down] Baboom. My name's Hades, Lord of the Dead. Hi, how ya doing?
 * Hercules: Not now, okay.
 * Hades: Hey, wait, I only need a few seconds, and I'm a fast learner, right? You see, I've had this major deal in the works...a real estate venture, if you will. And Herc, you little devil, you, may I call you Herc? You seem to be constantly getting in the way of things, right?
 * Hercules: You have the wrong guy.
 * Hades: Hear me out, ya little - heh-heh. Just -hear me out, okay? Well I would be...eternally grateful if you would just...take a day off from this hero business of yours. Jeez, I mean monsters, natural disasters. Phew. You wait a day?
 * Hercules: You're out of your mind. [starts to turn away]
 * Hades: Not so fast, because, ya see...I have this one, a little leverage, you might wanna know about. [snaps his finger and Meg appears]
 * Hercules: Meg!
 * Megara: Don't listen, Herc– [she is cut off until Hades binds and gags her, but makes her disappear again]
 * Hercules: Let her go!
 * Hades: Here's the trade-off. You give up your strength for about 24 hours, alright? Say the next 24 hours and [Meg reappears, still bounded and gagged] Meg here is free as a bird and safe from harm. We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy. Whaddya say? C'mon.
 * Hercules: People are...are gonna get hurt, aren't they?
 * Hades: Nah! I mean, you know, it's a possibility. It happens 'cause, y'know, it's war - but what can I tell ya? Anyway, what do you owe these people, huh? Isn't Meg - little smoochy face - isn't she more important than they are?
 * Hercules: Stop it!
 * Hades: Isn't she!?
 * Hercules: You gonna swear she'll be safe from any harm.
 * Hades: Fine, okay, I'll give ya that one. Meg is safe, otherwise you get your strength right back, yadda-yadda, fine print, boiler plate, baboom. Alright? We're done. Whaddya say we shake on it? [Hercules hesitates] Hey, I really don't have, like, time to bat this around. I'm kind of on a schedule here, I have plans for August, alright? I need a response, like, now. Going once, going twice...
 * Hercules: Alright!
 * Hades: Yes, we're there! Bam! [they shake hands and Hercules' strength drains from him] You may feel just a little queasy, it's kinda natural...perhaps you should  SIT DOWN!!  [picks up a dumbbell and fires it at Hercules, pinning him underneath it] Now you know how it feels to be just like everybody else. Isn't this just... peachy? Oh! You'll love this - one more fact. Meg... babe. A deal's a deal. You're off the hook. [frees her] By the way, Herc. Is she not, like, a famous little actress? [starts dancing with Megara]
 * Megara: Stop that.
 * Hercules: What do you mean?
 * Hades: I mean your little chickie-poo here was working for me all the time. Duh.
 * Hercules: You're-You're lying!
 * [Hades motions towards Pain and Panic, who are disguised as the boys again]
 * Panic: [as a boy] Help! [Coughs]
 * Pain: [as another boy] Jeepers, mister, you're really strong!
 * [They turn back themselves and start laughing at him]
 * Hades: [to Megara] Couldn't have done it with you, sweetheart, babe.
 * Megara: [pulls apart from Hades and runs over to Hercules] No, it's not like that! I didn't mean to- [Hercules walks away from her] I-I couldn't...I-I'm so sorry.
 * Pain and Panic: [singing while taunting Hercules] Our hero's a zero! Our hero's a zero!
 * [Meg starts to cry in regret]
 * Hades: Well, gotta blaze. There's a whole cosmos up there waiting for me with, hey, my name on it. [Meg starts weeping as he flies away in his chariot] So much for the preliminaries, and now onto the main event!

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 * [Hades approaches the very spot where the Titans are imprisoned]
 * Hades: Brothers! Titans! Look at you in your squalid prison! Who put you down there?!
 * Titans: ZEUS!
 * Hades: [releases them] And now that I set you free, what is the first thing you are going to do?!
 * Titans: [punch through the ground] DESTROY HIM!
 * Hades: Good answer.

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 * [The Titans think they are on their way to Olympus]
 * Hades: Uh, guys? [the Titans face Hades; points at Olympus] Olympus would be that way.
 * [the Titans head off to Olympus]

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 * Zeus: I NEED MORE THUNDERBOLTS!
 * Hermes: Uh, Hephaestus has been captured, my Lord. Everyone's been captured! [Pain and Panic get him] I've been captured! Hey, hey! Watch the glasses.
 * [Pyros and Hydros make a mountain of ice and fire with Zeus on top.]
 * Hades: Zeusy, I'm home!
 * Zeus: [shocked] Hades, YOU'RE BEHIND THIS?!
 * Hades: You are correct, sir!

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 * Hera: Hercules, we're so proud of you.
 * Hercules: Mother.
 * Zeus: Hah! Fine work, my boy! You've done it! You're a true hero.
 * Hera: You were willing to give your life to rescue this young woman.
 * Zeus: For a true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart. Now, at last, my son, you can come home.

Taglines

 * A Comedy of Epic Proportions
 * Happy IV of July!
 * Zero to Hero!
 * Who puts the GLAD in GLADIATOR?
 * You can run but you can't Hydra!

Cast

 * Tate Donovan — Hercules
 * Danny DeVito — Phil
 * James Woods — Hades
 * Susan Egan — Meg
 * Frank Welker — Pegasus
 * Bobcat Goldthwait — Pain
 * Matt Frewer — Panic
 * Rip Torn — Zeus
 * Samantha Eggar — Hera
 * Lillias White — Calliope
 * Vanéese Y. Thomas — Clio
 * Cheryl Freeman — Melpomene
 * LaChanze — Terpsichore
 * Roz Ryan — Thalia

title: Hercules (1997 film)


text:
Mary Shelley

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (30 August 1797 – 1 February 1851) was an English novelist. She was born Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, daughter of Mary Wollstonecraft and William Godwin, and married Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Quotes

 * My greatest pleasure was the enjoyment of a serene sky amidst these verdant woods: yet I loved all the changes of Nature; and rain, and storm, and the beautiful clouds of heaven brought their delights with them. When rocked by the waves of the lake my spirits rose in triumph as a horseman feels with pride the motions of his high fed steed. But my pleasures arose from the contemplation of nature alone, I had no companion: my warm affections finding no return from any other human heart were forced to run waste on inanimate objects.
 * Matilda (1819)

 * The last man! Yes I may well describe that solitary being's feelings, feeling myself as the last relic of a beloved race, my companions extinct before me...
 * Journal entry on the writing of her science-fiction novel The Last Man (14 May 1824)

 * At the age of twenty six I am in the condition of an aged person — all my old friends are gone ... & my heart fails when I think by how few ties I hold to the world....
 * Journal (15 May 1824)

 * One thing I will add: if I have ever found kindness, it has not been from Liberals; to disengage myself from them was the first act of my freedom.
 * Letter to Edward Trelawny (27 January 1837). Google Books

Frankenstein (1818)

 * Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (1818); these are just a few samples, for more quotations from this work, see Frankenstein

 * I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose — a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
 * Robert Walton in "Letter 1"

 * There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand. I am practically industrious — painstaking, a workman to execute with perseverance and labour — but besides this there is a love for the marvellous, a belief in the marvellous, intertwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men, even to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am about to explore.
 * Robert Walton in "Letter 2"

 * We are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves — such a friend ought to be — do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures.
 * Victor Frankenstein, quoted by Robert Walton in "Letter 4"

 * So much has been done, exclaimed the soul of Frankenstein — more, far more, will I achieve; treading in the steps already marked, I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation.
 * Victor Frankenstein in Ch. 3

 * No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success. Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs.
 * Victor Frankenstein in Ch. 4

 * The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature. I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.
 * Victor Frankenstein in Ch. 5

 * All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape.
 * Victor Frankenstein of Justine Moritz in Ch. 8

 * Live, and be happy, and make others so.
 * Justine Moritz in Ch. 8

 * What was I? Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant, but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I was not even of the same nature as man. I was more agile than they and could subsist upon coarser diet; I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my frame; my stature far exceeded theirs. When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. Was I, then, a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned? I cannot describe to you the agony that these reflections inflicted upon me; I tried to dispel them, but sorrow only increased with knowledge. Oh, that I had forever remained in my native wood, nor known nor felt beyond the sensations of hunger, thirst, and heat!
 * The monster in Ch. 13

 * My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.
 * The monster in Ch. 15

 * I am an unfortunate and deserted creature, I look around and I have no relation or friend upon earth. These amiable people to whom I go have never seen me and know little of me. I am full of fears, for if I fail there, I am an outcast in the world forever.
 * The monster to the blind man in Ch. 15

 * I have good dispositions; my life has been hitherto harmless and in some degree beneficial; but a fatal prejudice clouds their eyes, and where they ought to see a feeling and kind friend, they behold only a detestable monster.
 * The monster to the blind man in Ch. 15

 * My food is not that of man; I do not destroy the lamb and the kid to glut my appetite; acorns and berries afford me sufficient nourishment. My companion will be of the same nature as myself and will be content with the same fare. We shall make our bed of dried leaves; the sun will shine on us as on man and will ripen our food. The picture I present to you is peaceful and human, and you must feel that you could deny it only in the wantonness of power and cruelty.
 * The monster to Victor Frankenstein in Ch. 17

 * My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
 * The monster to Robert Walton in Ch. 24

 * I seek not a fellow feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy? I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure; when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory. Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
 * The monster to Robert Walton

 * You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes. But in the detail which he gave you of them he could not sum up the hours and months of misery which I endured wasting in impotent passions. For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were forever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this? Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me?
 * The monster to Robert Walton

 * Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation. Polluted by crimes and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?
 * The monster to Robert Walton

 * I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace, or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.
 * The monster to Robert Walton

Introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein

 * I shall thus give a general answer to the question, so frequently asked me—"How I, then a young girl, came to think of, and to dilate upon, so very hideous an idea?"

 * As a child I scribbled; and my favourite pastime, during the hours given me for recreation, was to "write stories." Still I had a dearer pleasure than this, which was the formation of castles in the air—the indulging in waking dreams—the following up trains of thought, which had for their subject the formation of a succession of imaginary incidents. My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.

 * What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.

 * My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed — my dearest pleasure when free.

 * Lord Byron, who was writing the third canto of Childe Harold, was the only one among us who put his thoughts upon paper. These, as he brought them successively to us, clothed in all the light and harmony of poetry, seemed to stamp as divine the glories of heaven and earth, whose influences we partook with him.

 * I busied myself to think of a story, — a story to rival those which had excited us to this task. One which would speak to the mysterious fears of our nature, and awaken thrilling horror—one to make the reader dread to look round, to curdle the blood, and quicken the beatings of the heart. If I did not accomplish these things, my ghost story would be unworthy of its name.

 * Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos; the materials must, in the first place, be afforded: it can give form to dark, shapeless substances, but cannot bring into being the substance itself. In all matters of discovery and invention, even of those that appertain to the imagination, we are continually reminded of the story of Columbus and his egg. Invention consists in the capacity of seizing on the capabilities of a subject, and in the power of moulding and fashioning ideas suggested to it.

 * I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion. Frightful must it be; for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavour to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world.

 * The idea so possessed my mind, that a thrill of fear ran through me, and I wished to exchange the ghastly image of my fancy for the realities around. I see them still; the very room, the dark parquet, the closed shutters, with the moonlight struggling through, and the sense I had that the glassy lake and white high Alps were beyond.

The Last Man (1826)

 * I have chosen my boat, and laid in my scant stores. I have selected a few books; the principal are Homer and Shakespeare — But the libraries of the world are thrown open to me — and in any port I can renew my stock. I form no expectation of alteration for the better; but the monotonous present is intolerable to me. Neither hope nor joy are my pilots — restless despair and fierce desire of change lead me on. I long to grapple with danger, to be excited by fear, to have some task, however slight or voluntary, for each day's fulfilment. I shall witness all the variety of appearance, that the elements can assume — I shall read fair augury in the rainbow — menace in the cloud — some lesson or record dear to my heart in everything. Thus around the shores of deserted earth, while the sun is high, and the moon waxes or wanes, angels, the spirits of the dead, and the ever-open eye of the Supreme, will behold the tiny bark, freighted with Verney — the LAST MAN.

 * A truce to philosophy! — Life is before me and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread.

About

 * It was a fight for Mary Shelley, too, of course, the woman who created the genre and whose book was published without her name on it with an introduction written for her by her husband. But remember this: Mary Shelley was originally tasked to write a ghost story. Instead she invented science fiction with a novel that spoke of horrors yet pierced the heart of humanity. Women, eh? Never doing what they’re told, breaking all the rules, and creating things of a rare and lasting power.
 * David Barnett, "Women in science fiction: If Mary Shelley invented the genre why are so few female sci-fi writers household names?", The Independent, (January 25, 2018).

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Ludwig Mies van der Rohe

Ludwig Mies van der Rohe (March 27, 1886 – August 17, 1969), was a German architect and designer.

Quotes

 * God is in the details.
 * "On restraint in Design" in The New York Herald Tribune (28 June 1959)
 * Less is more.
 * adopted by 1947 as a precept for Minimalist design and architecture.
 * I don´t want to be interesting, I want to be good.
 * Architecture is the will of an epoch translated into space.
 * Architecture starts when you carefully put two bricks together. There it begins.

Disputed

 * Symmetry is the aesthetics of the stupid.
 * An early appearance is "Symmetry is the aesthetics of the little man," which appears in the 1965 book Bauen auf dem Lande (Building in the Countryside), volumes 16-17. However, the quote has also variously been attributed to Picasso, Salvatore Dali and Friedensreich Hundertwasser.

Misattributed

 * Less is more.
 * Actually Robert Browning, from Andrea del Sarto. "Less is often more" was used still earlier by Christoph Martin Wieland.

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