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Thursday, March 31, 2016

THE GOLDEN COMPASS [2007]

There Are Worlds Beyond Our Own
The Compass Will Show The Way


 There are many universes and many earths parallel to each other.
Worlds like yours where people's souls live inside their bodies, 
and words like mine, where they walk beside us,
as animal spirits we call daemons.
So many worlds, but connecting them all is Dust.
Dust was here before the witches of the air, the Gyptians of the water, and the bears of the ice.
In my world, scholars invented an alethiometer, a golden compass,
and it showed them all that was hidden.
But the ruling power, fearing any truth but their own, destroyed these devices
and forbade the very mention of Dust.
One compass remains, however, and only one who can read it.
~Serafina Pekkala

The behavior of these particles is quite unmistakable.
Dust is flowing into this man, through his daemon, from a city in another world.
A world much like ours in a parallel universe coexisting with our own.
Invisible, intangible, inaccessible.
Until now.
From there, and from a billion other worlds, Dust flows.
Worlds of infinite possibilities.
Some where men have no daemons.
Some where daemons have no men.
And even some where there is no Magisterium and no Authority.
~Lord Asriel

Roger: Kids keep disappearin'.
They go after the poor kids, see.
The orphans and the servant kids as well.
Lyra: Roger, I promise, if you was taken by the Gobblers, I'd come and rescue you.
You'd come and get me too, wouldn't you?
Roger: Course.
But everybody would go looking for you if you was Gobbled.
You're a lady.
Lyra: Says who?
Roger: Cook.
He says that's why your uncle left you here, to make you a lady.
Lyra: Nobody can make me a lady.
Not the master and scholars and porters combined, right?
Take it back, or we ain't best mates no more!
Roger: All right, all righr, you ain't a lady.

When I was a young woman, I knew that no one could ever really understand me,
except, of course, my daemon,
and that it would be best if we were free to do as we pleased.
~Mrs. Coulter

Master: It's for you, Lyra.
Lyra: What is this?
Master: An alethiometer. Also known as a golden compass.
It was given to the college by Lord Asriel many years ago.
And now I'm giving it to you.
I feel you are meant to have it.
Lyra: What is it for?
Master: It tells the truth.
We've always tried to acquaint you with the truth.
But the secrets at the heart of things elude scholars and Authorities.
But this lets you glimpse things as they are.

Lyra: What's the Magisterium for?
Mrs. Coulter: The Magisterium is what people need.
They keep things working by telling people what to do.
Lyra: But, you told the Master you did whatever you pleased.
Mrs. Coulter, giggles: Ah, that's right. Clever girl.
Well, some people know what's best for them, and some people don't.
Besides, they don't tell people what to do in a mean, petty way,
they tell them what to do in a kindly way, to keep them out of danger.

It's an alethiometer.
It's a truth measurer.
A golden compass.
It enables you to see what others wish to hide.
You got 3 hands you can control.
 By pointing at 3 symbols, you can ask any sort of question you can imagine.
 Once you got your question framed, this blue needle points to more symbols that give you the answer.
~Farder Coram



Sister Clara: Billy Costa, why didn't you write anything?
Your mother must be missing you terribly.
Billy: I don't know what to put in the letter, miss.
You haven't told us what we're here for.
Sister Clara: You're here to help us.
And just as soon as you've helped us, we'll send you back home.
That's what you should write.
Or don't they teach Gyptian children to write?
Billy: They teach us to write the truth, miss.

Lyra: It's all bigger and scarier than we ever thought.
Pan: Maybe we shouldn't be doing this.
Lyra: But we've got to, thought, ain't we?

Lyra: Is that what they pay you? Whiskey?
Iorek Byrnison, you're the first ice bear I ever met.
 I was ever so excited, and scared.
But now I'm just disappointed.
 I heard that bears lived to hunt and to fight.
Why are you wasting your time here, drinking whiskey?
Iorek: I stay because the people of this town gave me spirits, and let me drink till I was asleep.
 Then they took my armour away.
And without my armour, I cannot go to war.
And I am an armoured bear.
War is the sea I swim in, the air I breathe.
Without my armour, I am nothing.
Lyra: But, can't you make new armour?
I thought bears were good at that. 
There's all this metal around. 
Iorek, smash the pipe: Worthless! 
My armour is made of sky iron, from the falling stars that land in Svalbard.
A bear's armour is his soul, as your daemon is your soul.
Irreplaceable.
You may as well take him away and replace him with a doll.
Lyra: It must have been terrible to lose your armour.
Iorek: It was no less than I deserved.
I am an exile.
I was sent away from Svalbard because I was unworthy.
I fought another bear in single combat and was defeated.

 Serafina: There's a prophesy about that child, Mr. Scoresby.She wil decide the war which is to come. 
Mr. Scoresby: War? I ain't heard rumor of any war.
 Serafina: You will.
It is your war too, whether you know it or not.
 Mr. Scoresby: What would quarrel be about?
Serafina: Nothing less than free will. 
The Magisterium not only seeks to control everyone in this world, but every world in every universe.
 They've been unable to extend their power until now.
 But if Asriel finds a way to travel between worlds, 
nothing will stop them from trying to take over.
Nothing but us, and that child.



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Friday, March 25, 2016

ERAGON [2006]

Riders Wanted 
Uncle Garrow: Your day will come too, Eragon.
 And you will decide for yourself the kind of life you wish to lead.
Eragon: Uncle, I like my life right here.
Uncle Garrow: What many men seek is often right under their nose.
But for some, the unknown is too hard to resist.
Eragon: Is that why my mother left?
Uncle Garrow: My sister was in a great hurry when she left you here.
Wahtever her reasons, we can only trust they were for your own good.
Besides, had she not, I wouldn't have gained another son.


Eragon: You mocked the king in front of his soldiers.
Brom: I always say, better ask forgiveness than permission.

Brom: She was protecting you against the Ra'zac.
Eragon: I could have killed them.
Brom: That's the spirit.
One part brave, 3 parts fool.
Eragon: What, do you think I could do it?
Brom: The Ra'zac kill mercilessly. That's what they do.
 But a boy of 15, 16...
Eragon: 17.
Brom: 17, forgive me.
Well, I think even a 17-year-old boy might probably last a minute against Durza's assassins.
Eragon: Then I'll find Durza and kill him.
Brom: Durza's a Shade.
A sorcerer possessed with demonic spirits.
Find Durza, you'll be no better off than your uncle.
You just pray to heaven he doesn't find you because the king won't rest until he does.
You are the Varden's only hope.
Eragon: Who are the Varden?
Brom: Rebels. Outcasts.
Men who are brave or mad enough to oppose Galbatorix.

Saphira: And who might this be?
Eragon: This is Brom. He knows about dragons.
Saphira: He knows about dragons?
I'll be the judge of that. [roar]

You were chosen nevertheless.
A dragon will only hatch if it feels the presence of its rider.
It'll wait forever if it has to.
~Brom

Brom: Now it find you.
It will serve you and only you, and that's put your life in danger.
Eragon: Because it chose me?
Brom: No.
Because the easiest way for the king to destroy your dragon is to kill you.
A rider will live on if his dragon is killed.
But if the rider dies...
Saphira: So does his dragon.

Angela: A young life so tangled.
But you have been long awaited by many races.
Great battles rage around you.
Eragon: It can't be. I don't understand.
Eragon: You have powers you do not ackowledge, but there is a doom upon you.
Part of it lies in a death that rapidly approaches.
Eragon: It's already happened.
Angela: And a girl. She calls to you in your dreams.
She's part of your past and your future.

Magic comes from dragons.
It flows through the riders who command them.
~Brom

Before you cast a spell, you must learn the ancient language of the elves.
Brisingr means 'fire'. Is fire.
 The thing is the word.
Know the word and you control the thing.
 Before you can cast a spell, you must have the physical strength to withstand its effect.
 Some spells may leave you weakened.
Other spells, as you found out on the bridge, can leave you unconscious.
  And yet other spells, if you use them before you're ready, will kill you.
I can teach you the words, but the limits of your strength you must learn for yourself.
 ~Brom

And now, the days of the riders have come again.
~Saphira


Take care of Saphira.
Without her, you'll find life is hardly worth living.
~Brom

Eragon: Why me?
Saphira: You choose a leader for his heart.
Eragon: But I'm not without fear.
 Saphira: Without fear there cannot be courage.
 But when we are together, it is our enemies who should be afraid.


 Into the sky, to win or die!
~Eragon

 You lost those who were dear to you.
 You've paid the great price for your courage.
~Arya



***** 

Saturday, March 5, 2016

HAPPY FEET [2006]

 Everybody Dance Now


There is a wisdom, brothers and sisters, that stands above all others.
Never, ever, no matter what, drop your egg.
~Lovelace

Memphis: What you doing there, boy?
Mumble: I'm happy, Pa.
Memphis: What you doing with your feet?
Mumble: They're happy, too.
Memphis: I wouldn't do that around folks, son.
Mumble: Why not?
Memphis: It just ain't penguin, okay?

Memphis: So, when you see your mama...
Mumble: I stand perfectly still.
Memphis: You got it.
Mumble: But how will I know which one's my mama?
Memphis: Oh, you'll know.
She's got a wiggle in her walk, and a giggle in her talk.
And when she sings, it darn near breaks your heart.

Miss Viola: Today we begin with the most important lesson you will ever learn at Penguin Elementary.
Does anyone know what that is?
Anyone? Anyone? Someone? Seymour?
Seymour: Fishing?
Miss Viola: No. 
Mumble?
Mumble: Don't eat yellow snow? 
Miss Viola: No, that's not it, no. 
Gloria: It's our Heartsong, Miss.
Miss Viola: Thank you, Gloria. Excellent, yes. 
Without our Heartsong, we can't be truly penguin, can we?
 Class: No...
Miss Viola: But, my dears, it's not something that I can actually teach you. 
Does anybody know why?
Anyone? Anyone? 
Gloria: You can't teach it to us, ma'am, because we have to find our Heartsongs all by ourselves.
It's the voice you hear inside who you truly are.
Miss Viola: Yes, thank you, Gloria. 



 A penguin without a Heartsong is hardly a penguin at all.
~Miss Viola

 Mumble: I can leave school. I can go to work. The 3 of us.
 Memphis: Whoa, little fella, you ain't going nowhere till you got yourself an education.
 You get them singing muscles big and strong, you got that?
Mumble: I'll try, Pa.
Memphis: You bet you will.
The word 'triumph' starts with 'try', and it ends with...?
 Mumble: 'Umph'.
Memphis: That's right. A great big 'umph'. 

 You bring this stranger before me.
He doubts my powers.
He compares me to a skua. 
The voices are shrieking in my head.
They say, "Lovelace, who is this fool? Tel him, tell him to go forth and multiply!"
~Lovelace


 Gloria: I don't need an egg to be happy. Mumble: You say that now, but what about later when all your freinds have eggs?
 Gloria: Then I'll have you.

 Hello, hello from Emperor Land. Good afternoon.
Why are you taking our fish? 
I'm sure you don't mean to, but you're causing an awful lot of grief.
~Mumble, to human

 Noah: So, you dare come back?
 Seymour: He says he's found aliens and they're taking our fish.
 He says that they're coming and we all have to do this.
[start dancing]
Noah: There be no such thing as aliens!
Gloria: Mumble, turn around.
[Mumble turn around, everyone gasping at the device stuck on his back]
Is that from them?
Mumble: Yeah.
But don't be afraid. I think it's a way to find me, that's all.
 Noah: You lead them here?
You turned them on your own kind?
 Gloria: Wait a second, you just said there's no such thing as aliens.
 Noah: Well, there's not.
But if there were, only a traitorous fool would bring them here.
  Mumble: But they have to come.
They're the ones taking our fish.
They can do something about it. 
Noah: None but the Great Guin has the power to give and take away.
 Mumble: The Great Guin didn't put things out of whack, the aliens did.
Noah: A fool returns this day to mock our suffering.
We are starving and he wants us to hippity-hop.
So, do we hold fast to our ways, or do we bend to the fetid fantasies of a dancing fool?



*****