Martha, Meet Frank, Daniel and Laurence

Of course I wasn’t alright. I’d just been knocked unconscious and now an American, who’d never driven a stick shift, was driving my car down the wrong side of the road.

When I get nervous, I never say anything. I just sit there and get uptight.

In finding the right person you need someone with all the right similarities, yet all the right differences. Someone to read your mind instinctively, yet cover your weaknesses.

Elizabeth

Remember who you are. Do not be afraid of them.

For God’s sake, you are still my Elizabeth.

Sir Robert Dudley: Marry me.
Elizabeth: On a night such as this, could any woman say no?
Sir Robert Dudley: On a night such as this, could a queen say no?
Elizabeth: Does not a queen sit under the same stars as any other woman?

Elizabeth: Just tell me why.
Sir Robert Dudley: Why? Madam, is it not plain enough to you? It is no easy thing to be loved by the queen. It would corrupt the soul of any man.

Sir Robert Dudley: When you are Queen…
Elizabeth: I am not Queen yet!
Sir Robert Dudley: But you will be. Elizabeth, Queen of England. A court to worship you, a country to obey you. Poems written revering your beauty, music composed in your honor, and they will mean nothing to you. I will mean nothing to you.
Elizabeth: [Elizabeth laughs gaily] Oh, how could you ever be nothing to me? Robert, you know you are everything to me.

Sir Robert Dudley: You blush, Lady Knollys. Are you in love?
Isabel Knollys: No, my lord.
Sir Robert Dudley: Then you should be, or waste all that beauty.

Shakespeare in Love

William Shakespeare: I have a new play.
Christopher Marlowe: What’s it called?
William Shakespeare: Romeo and Ethel the Pirate’s Daughter.
Christopher Marlowe: What is the story?
William Shakespeare: Well, there’s this pirate… In truth I have not written a word.

Viola de Lesseps: [as Thomas Kent] Tell me how you love her, Will.
William Shakespeare: Like a sickness and its cure together.

William Shakespeare: I’m done with theater. The playhouse is for dreamers. Look what the dream brought us.
Viola De Lesseps: It was we ourselves did that. And for my life to come, I would not have it otherwise.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

Love knows nothing of rank or river bank.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

A broad river divides my lovers: family, duty, fate. As unchangeable as nature.

You see? The comsumptives plot against me. “Will Shakespeare has a play, let us go and cough through it.”

William Shakespeare: Can you love a fool?
Viola De Lesseps: Can you love a player?

Viola De Lesseps: I have never undressed a man before.
William Shakespeare: It is strange to me, too.

Enemy at the Gates

Here, the men’s only choice is between German bullets and ours. But there’s another way. The way of courage. The way of love of the Motherland. We must publish the army newspaper again. We must tell magnificent stories, stories that extol sacrifice, bravery. We must make them believe in the victory. We must give them hope, pride, a desire to fight. Yes… we need to make examples. But examples to *follow*. What we need… are heroes.

I’ve been such a fool, Vassili. Man will always be a man. There is no new man. We tried so hard to create a society that was equal, where there’d be nothing to envy your neighbour. But there’s always something to envy. A smile, a friendship, something you don’t have and want to appropriate. In this world, even a Soviet one, there will always be rich and poor. Rich in gifts, poor in gifts. Rich in love, poor in love.

Luther

That day when you sent me out so boldly to change the world, did you really think there wouldn’t be a cost?

To go against conscience is neither right nor safe. I cannot, and I will not recant. Here I stand. I can do no other. God help me.

Unless I am convinced by Scripture and by plain reason and not by Popes and councils who have so often contradicted themselves, my conscience is captive to the word of God. To go against conscience is neither right nor safe. I cannot and I will not recant. Here I stand. I can do no other. God help me.

So when the devil throws your sins in your face and declares that you deserve death and hell, tell him this: “I admit that I deserve death and hell, what of it? For I know One who suffered and made satisfaction on my behalf. His name is Jesus Christ, Son of God, and where He is there I shall be also!”

I am yours. Save me.

I cannot and I will not recant. Here I stand!

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas

Proteus: It’s my responsibility to bring the Book of Peace safely to Syracuse.
Sinbad: See, now I just feel bad, ’cause you’re gonna get fired.

Proteus: Do you have any idea how serious this is?
Sinbad: Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard that today?

Proteus: Do you have a plan?
Sinbad: Uh…how about try not to get killed?

Sinbad: You still fight like an old woman.
Proteus: Sinbad? What are you doing here?
Sinbad: [breaks the lock on Proteus' door] Working. You?

The Merchant of Venice

Bassanio: Promise me life, and I’ll confess the truth.
Portia: Well then, confess, and live.
Bassanio: ‘Confess’ and ‘love’ had been the very sum of my confession.

When I told you my state was nothing, I should then have told you that I was worse than nothing; for, indeed, I have engag’d myself to a dear friend, engag’d my friend to his mere enemy, to feed my means.

Shylock: I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
Bassanio: Do all men kill the things they do not love?
Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill?
Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.
Shylock: What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

Bassanio: For thy three thousand ducats here is six.
Shylock: If every ducat in six thousand ducats were in six parts and every part a ducat, I would not draw them; I would have my bond.

So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament.

Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence; And here choose I; joy be the consequence!

Why, I were best to cut my left hand off And swear I lost the ring defending it.

Man to Man

Jamie Dodd: [after capturing Likola] The whole world’s been looking for you. And I’m the one who found you.
Likola: …
Jamie Dodd: I’m going to call you America. You are my America, and by God, I’m your Christopher Columbus.

Running with Scissors

I think he’s a genius. Like when I was your age, and I’d have a rage seizure, he’d put on music to lower my blood pressure. Nat King Cole. “Stardust.” Revolutionary sort of stuff, you know? Worked everytime. If he hadn’t adopted me… shit, I don’t know what I would’ve done.

[Augusten and Neil in bed]
Augusten Burroughs: What just happened?
Neil Bookman: You think you’re gay, right? That’s what gay men do. Just wanted you to know what you’re in for. Want a beer? Smoke?
Augusten Burroughs: No.
Neil Bookman: You OK with what happened?
Augusten Burroughs: Yeah. Sure. Well, thanks for everything.
Neil Bookman: Thank you. Thank YOU for everything

“The Angry Nun” by Neil Bookman: “Bitch! Whore of Jesus! Dressed in black, you do not bleed, like a woman should bleed between the legs! But with your ruler, your crucifix of hatred, you strike my tender flesh! I bleed for you! Oh, mother.” And then I-I ran out of ink.

Sorry, I don’t eat pussy, PSYCHO.