jueves, 23 de septiembre de 2010
Henry: Do you really think there is only one perfect mate?
Leonardo da Vinci: As a matter of fact, I do.
Henry: Well then how can you be certain to find them?
And if you do find them, are they really the one for you or do you only think they are?
And what happens if the person you're supposed to be with never appears or, or she does,
but you're too distracted to notice?
Leonardo da Vinci: You learn to pay attention.
Henry: Then let's say God puts two people on Earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you're supposed to be with or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them were walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first or, was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be?
Ever After (1998) by Andy Tennant
martes, 21 de septiembre de 2010
I know you miss her, I mean, you told me you did. But maybe it's not just the cooking or the cleaning that you miss. Maybe it's something else. Maybe you can't even describe it. Maybe you only know it when it's gone. Maybe it's like there's a whole piece of you that's missing, too. Look at her, Dad. Doesn't she look pretty like that? Doesn't she look just as beautiful as the first time you met her? Do you really want her back the way she was? Doesn't she look wonderful? Now, don't you wish you could tell her that?
Nothing Is As Simple As Black And White
Nobody's happy in a poodle skirt and a sweater set.
I did the slut thing, David. It got kinda old.
Jennifer: And I still don't see why we're doing this!
David: Because we're supposed to be in school.
Jennifer: We're supposed to be at home, David. We're supposed to be in color!
Well, I better get going. Your show's almost on.
Jennifer: Hey, can I ask you a question?
Jennifer: How come I'm still in black and white?
Jennifer: I've had, like, ten times as much sex as the rest of these girls, and I still look like this. I mean, they spend, like, an hour in the back seat of some car and all of a sudden they're in Technicolor?
David: I don't know. Maybe it's not just the sex.
David's Mom: When your father was here, I used to think, "This was it. This is the way it was always going to be. I had the right house. I had the right car. I had the right life."
David: There is no right house. There is no right car.
I knew you'd pay a price for this. I knew you couldn't be so hopelessly geek-ridden for so long without suffering some really tragic consequences.
Well, it looks like we're going to have another sunny day - high 72, low 72, and not a cloud in the sky.
Up until now everything around here has been, well, pleasant. Recently certain things have become unpleasant. Now, it seems to me that the first thing we have to do is to separate out the things that are pleasant from the things that are unpleasant.
I was thinking of wearing that red thing... it's not slutty!... it's fun.
Jennifer: You listen to me for just a minute! I don't know what you've done to us, but you better fix it!
Jennifer: Fast! I had a date with Mark Davis and I even bought new underwear!
You should know the answer to that! The end of Main Street is just the beginning again.
You can't do this, Jennifer! He doesn't exist! You can't do this to someone who doesn't exist!
It's just... where am I going to see colors like that?
I think you should try not to think about that anymore.
This is the only book I've ever read in my whole life, and you're not going to put it on that fire!
So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.
Matilda (1996) Danny DeVito
sábado, 18 de septiembre de 2010
Gretchen: My mom had to get a restraining order against my stepdad. He has emotional problems.
Donnie: Oh, I have those too! What kind of emotional problems does your dad have?
Gretchen: He stabbed my mom four times in the chest.
Gretchen: You're weird.
Gretchen: No, that was a compliment.
Gretchen: Donnie Darko? What the hell kind of name is that? It's like some sort of superhero or something
Donnie: What makes you think I'm not?
What if you could go back in time, and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?
Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.
Donnie: Well I-I, sorry I...
Gretchen: Donnie wait...
Donnie: I like you a lot...
Gretchen: I just want it to be... at a time when... it...
Donnie: When what?
Gretchen: When it reminds me just...
Donnie: When it reminds you of how beautiful the world can be?
Gretchen: Yeah... and right now there's some fat guy over there staring at us.
Gretchen: Hey. What's going on?
David: Horrible accident. My neighbour... got killed.
Gretchen: What happened?
David: Got smooshed by a jet engine.
Gretchen: What was his name?
David: Donnie. Donnie Darko.
David: I feel bad for his family.
David: Did you know him?
Donnie Darko (2001) by Richard Kelly
viernes, 17 de septiembre de 2010
Juno MacGuff: I think I'm in love with you.
Paulie Bleeker: You mean as friends?
Juno MacGuff: No... I mean for real. 'Cause you're, like, the coolest person I've ever met, and you don't even have to try, you know...
Paulie Bleeker: I try really hard, actually.
Juno MacGuff: As far as boyfriends go, Paulie Bleeker is totally boss. He is the cheese to my macaroni. And, I know that people are supposed to fall in love before they reproduce, but... I guess normalcy isn't really our style.
I think that kids get bored and have intercourse.
Oh, and she inexplicably mails me a cactus every Valentine's Day. And I'm like, "Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings even worse than your abandonment."
I need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.
Juno MacGuff: ...and the receptianist tried to get me to take these condoms that looked like grape suckers and was just babbling away about her freaking boyfiends pie balls! Oh an Su-Chin was there and she was like, "Hi babies have fingernails." Fingernails!
Leah: Oh, gruesome. I wonder if the baby's claws could scratch your vag on the way out?
Juno MacGuff: That's a wise choice because I knew this girl who like had this crazy freak out because she took too many behavioral meds at once and she like ripped off her clothes, and dove into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall and was like, "Blah I am a Kracken from the sea!"
Su-Chin: I heard that was you.
I never realize how much I like being home unless I've been somewhere really different for a while.
Paulie Bleeker: I've wanted this for a really long time.
Juno MacGuff: I know.
Paulie Bleeker: Wizard.
Bleeker's mom was possibly attractive once, but now she looks like a Hobbit. You know, the fat one, that was in the Goonies.
Hey, yeah, uh, I'm just calling to procure a hasty abortion. What? - Can you just hold on for a second, I'm on my hamburger phone.
The best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.
Juno (2007) by Jason Reitman
Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.
A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That's why they don't get what they want.
Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done.
I'm tough, ambitious, and I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay.
When I'm hungry, I eat. When I'm thirsty, I drink. When I feel like saying something, I say it.
Strong women leave big hickies
I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.
I have the same goal I've had ever since I was a girl. I want to rule the world.
Better to live one year as a tiger, than a hundred as a sheep.
To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.
I won't be happy till I'm as famous as God.
I think that everyone should get married at least once, so you can see what a silly, outdated institution it is.
I'm anal retentive. I'm a workaholic. I have insomnia. And I'm a control freak. That's why I'm not married. Who could stand me?
I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.
It takes a REALLY big man to fill my shoes
I always thought I should be treated like a star.
I feel just as hungry today as I did the day I left home.
It is difficult to believe in a religion that places such a high premium on chastity and virginity.
domingo, 12 de septiembre de 2010
viernes, 10 de septiembre de 2010
Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.
Coulmier: It's nothing but an encyclopedia of perversions. One man killed his wife after reading them.
Marquis de Sade: It's a fiction, not a moral treatise.
Are your convictions so fragile they cannot stand in opposition to mine? Is your god so flimsey, so weak! For shame.
Coulmier: Murderer... Your words... your words drove Bouchon...
Marquis de Sade: Oh, for fuck's sake, Abbe! Suppose one of your precious inmates attempted to walk on water and drowned. Would you condemn the Bible? I think not.
Coulmier: An innocent child is dead.
Marquis de Sade: So many authors are denied the gratification of a concrete response to their work. I am blessed.
I didn't create this world of ours. I merely recorded it.
Dr. Royer-Collard: I won't sully my hands with him.
Marquis de Sade: Nor should you. That's the first rule of politics, isn't it? The man who orders the execution never drops the blade.
You've already stolen my heart... as well as another more prominent organ, south of the Equator.
I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. We're all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade... the rivers of blood are flowing beneath our feet... I've been to hell young man, you've only read about it.
Why should I love God? He strung up his only son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he'd do to me.
In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man.
Abbe du Coulmier: You are not to entertain visitors in your quarters.
Marquis de Sade: I'm entertaining you now, aren't I?
Abbe du Coulmier: Yes, but I'm not a beautiful young prospect ripe for corruption.
Marquis de Sade: Don't be so sure.
Welcome to our humble madhouse, Doctor. I trust you'll find yourself at home.
It's an entire religion based on an oxymoron.
Coulmier: It's not even a proper novel. It's nothing but an encyclopedia of perversions. Frankly, it even fails as an exercise in craft. The characters are wooden, the diologue is inane. Not to mention the repetition of words like "nipple" and "pikestaff".
Marquis de Sade: There I was taxed; it's true.
Coulmier: And such puny scope. Nothing but the worst in man's nature.
Marquis de Sade: I write of the great, eternal truths that bind together all mankind. The whole world over, we eat, we shit, we fuck, we kill and we die.
Coulmier: But we also fall in love, we build cities, we compose symphonies, and we endure. Why not put that in your books as well.
Prepare yourself for the most impure tale ever to spring from the mind of man.
The Marquis de Sade: I have a proposition.
Coulmier: You always do.
The Marquis de Sade: Madeleine. She's besotted with me. She'd do anything I asked. She could pay you a visit.
Coulmier: I don't know who you insult more, her or me.
The Marquis de Sade: Part the gates of heaven, as it were.
Coulmier: That's enough!
The Marquis de Sade: You're too tense, darling. You could do with a long, slow screw.
Coulmier: Good night, Marquis.
[walks out the room]
The Marquis de Sade: [shouts] Then bugger me! Goddamn you, Abbe! Have you no true sense of my condition? Of its gravity? My writing is involuntary, like the beating of my heart. My constant erection!
My glorious prose filtered through the minds of the insane. Who knows, they might improve it.
It's a powerful aphrodisiac, isn't it? Having power over another man.
These chastity vows of yours. How strict are they? Suppose you only put it in her mouth?
Quills (2000) by Philip Kaufman
miércoles, 8 de septiembre de 2010
Le trois Septembre 1974 à 18 heures 28 minutes et 32 secondes, une mouche bleue de la famille des Calliphoridae capable de produire 14 670 battements d'ailes à la minute se posait rue saint Vincent à Montmartre.
A la même seconde à la terrasse d'un restaurant à deux pas du moulin de la galette, le vent s'engouffrait comme par magie sous une nappe, faisant danser les verres sans que personne ne s'en aperçoive.
Au même instant, au cinquième étage du 28 de l'avenue Trudel dans le neuvième arrondissement. Eugène Colère de retour de l'enterrement de son meilleur ami Emile Maginot en effaçait le nom de son carnet d'adresses.
Toujours à la même seconde un spermatozoïde pourvu d'un chromosome X appartenant à monsieur Raphaël Poulain se détachait du peloton pour atteindre l'ovule appartenant à madame Poulain née Amandine Fouet. Neuf mois plus tard naissait Amélie Poulain.
Le Fabuleux Destin D'Amelie Poulain (2001) Jean-Pierre Jeunet