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



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BEOWULF [2007]

Pride is the Curse

 

 

 Hrothgar: I've let it be known that I will give half the gold in my kingdom to any man who can rid us of Grendel.

Unferth: My King, for deliverance, our people sacrifice goats and sheep to Odin and Heimdall.

 With your permission, shall we also pray to the new Roman God, Christ Jesus?

 Perhaps He can lift our affliction.

 Hrothgar: No, Unferth, no.

The gods will do nothing for us that we will not do for ourselves.

 What we need is a hero.

 

Beowulf: I am Beowulf.

And I'm here to kill your monster.

Coast Guard: I thought there were no more heroes foolish enough

to come around here and die for our gold.

Beowulf: If we die, it'll be for glory, not for gold.

 

 There have been many brave men who have come to taste my Lord's mead,

and many who have sowrn to rid his hall of our nightmare.

 But in the morning, there was nothing left of any of them

but blood to be cleaned from the floor, and the benches, and the walls.

 ~Wealthow

 

 I, Beowulf, killed atribe of giants on the Orkneys, crushed the skulls of sea-serpents,

and this troll of yours will trouble you no more.

~Beowulf

 

 

 One needs glamour to become a king.

 A man like you could own the greatest tale ever sung.

Your story would live on when everything now alive is dust.

~Grendel's Mother

 

 

You think you're the first to try to kill me, or the hundredth?

The gods will not allow my death by your feeble blade.

 The gods will not allow me to die by a sword, or be taken by the sea.

 The gods will not let me pass in my sleep, ripe with age.

 ~Beowulf

 

 When I was young,

I used to think being a king was about battling every morning 

and counting the gold and loot in the afternoon

and swiving beautiful women every evening.

But now, nothing is as good as it should have been.

~Beowulf

 

 Unferth: You had an agreement.

You would not be harmed.

But now the golden horn has returned to you.

The agreement is ended.

Beowulf: Who? Who said that?

Unferth: "The sins of the fathers!"

 That's the last thing I heard.

The last thing before my family was burned alive.

The sins of the fathers.

 

 Wealthow: Why don't you take that poor girl and live out your remaining years in peace?

 Let some young hero save us.

 Beowulf: What? And let the nightmare start all over again?

 No. I visited this horror upon my kingdom.

I must be the one to finish her.

Wealthow: Her.

 Was she so beautiful, Beowulf?

A beauty so costly?

 Beowulf: Beautiful, and full of fine promises.

I was weak.

I am sorry.

So, so sorry.

I have always loved you, My Queen.

Wealthow: And I you.

 

 Keep a memory of me, not as a king or a hero,

 but as a man, fallible and flawed.

~Beowulf

 

 

 

 

 

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