JACK [1996]

Jack Powell Is About To Tackle His Biggest Adventure Ever... Fifth Grade!

Mom, am I a giant?

[Jack]

What do I want to be when I grow up? Alive.

[Jack]

*****

SLEEPERS [1996]

When Friendship Runs Deeper Than Blood

The future lay sparkling ahead, and we thought we would know each other forever.

[Shakes]

[Carol]: The man I know is not the boy you remember.

[Shakes]: None of us are.

[Michael]: You read the Count of Monte Cristo lately? 

[Shakes]: I dunno, 10 years ago.

[Michael]: I read a little bit every night. I read words like revenge, sweet, lasting revenge.

[Shakes]: Mike, are you sure you wanna go this way?

I mean we buried this a long time ago.

[Michael]: You still sleep with the light on?

[Michael]: You gotta get me one for our side.

[Shakes]: One what?

[Michael]: One witness. 

A witness who'll put John and Tommy somewhere else on the night of the murder. 

A witness they can't touch.

[Shakes]: Don't they got a name for that?

[Michael]: A judge would call it perjury.

[Shakes]: I see, and what are we calling it?

[Michael]: A favor.

[Father Bobby]: It was the Sistine Chapel he painted. 

[John Reilly]: Sixteenth Chapel?

[Father Bobby]: Sistine Chapel. 

[John Reilly]: Who painted the other fifteen?

I just wish I could shut my eyes, 

and not see the places I've been.

[Michael]

I want to be able to sleep one night and not worry about who's coming in my room or what's gonna happen to me. 

If I can get that, then I'll be happy.

[Young John Reilly]

[Shakes]: I didn't know you like pigeons so much.

[King Benny]: I like anything that don't talk.

The street is the only thing that matters. 

Court is for uptown people with suits, money, lawyers with three names. 

If you got cash you can buy court justice. 

But on the street, justice has no price. 

She's blind where the judge sits but she's not blind out here. 

Out here the bitch got eyes.

[Fat Mancho]

*****

DRAGONHEART [1996]

You Will Believe

[Bowen]: I will not stop until I've rid the world of every last one of you. 

[Draco]: I 'am' the last one!

[Bowen]: I no longer try to change the world, dragon, I just try to get by in it. 

[Draco]: Yes, well, it's better than death, I suppose.

[Bowen]: Oh, is it? I should think you'd welcome death. 

You know, the last of your kind, all of your friends dead, hunted wherever you go... 

[Draco]: Do you delight in reminding me? Yes knight, I do long for death, but, fear it. 

[Bowen]: Why? Aside from your misery, what's to lose? 

[Draco]: My soul.

*****

UP CLOSE & PERSONAL [1996]

Every Day We Have 
Is One More Than We Deserve

What we in the news business can never forget is that we are only as good as the stories we tell. 

[Tally Atwater] 

[Tally Atwater]: Why don't you come with me? 

[Warren Justice]: I've already been where you're going. 

[Tally Atwater]: Do you want to be with me?

[Warren Justice]: So much it hurts.

Some people in this business get jaded because it's always the same awful stories. 

And it is the same stories - but they're happening to different people. 

[Rob Sullivan]

*****

EVITA [1996]

The Most Anticipated Motion Picture Event of the Year

Just listen to that! The voice of Argentina! We are "adored"! We are "loved"! 

[Eva Peron]

Put me down for a lifetime of success. Give me credit, I'll find ways of paying. 

[Eva Peron]

Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you. 

But all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is true. 

[Eva Peron]

Where do we go from here? This isn't where we intended to be. 

We had it all, you believed in me, I believed in you. 

Certainties disappear. What do we do for our dream to survive? 

How do we keep all our passions alive as we used to do? 

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. 

Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away. 

You must love me. You must love me.

[Eva Peron]

Okay, she couldn't act but she had the right friends, 
and we all know a career depends on knowing the right fella to be stellar!

[Che]

Yeah, just one shell, and governments fall like flies! Kapow! Die! They stumble and fall! Bye-bye - backs to the wall! 

Aim high - we're having a ball! The tank and bullet rule as democracy dies! 

[Che]

Juan always picks the easy fight. Juan praises fools, Juan smothers light. 
Juan shifts from left to right. 

Politics - the art of the possibles. 

[Che]

High flying, adored. 

Did you believe in your wildest moments all this would be yours, that you'd become the lady of them all? 

Were there stars in your eyes when you crawled in at night - from the bars, from the sidewalks, from the gutter theatrical? 

Don't look down, it's a long, long way to fall.

[Che]

[Juan Peron]: But, on the other hand - she's all they have. 

She's a diamond in their dull gray lives - and that's the hardest kind of stone - it usually survives. 

And when you think about it, can you recall the last time they loved anyone at all? 

She's not a bauble you can brush aside. 

She's been out doing what we just talked about - example: Gave us back our businesses, got the English out. 

And when you think about it, well, why not do one or two of the things we promised to? 

But on the other hand, she's slowing down. She's lost a little of that magic drive. 

But I would not advise those critics present to derive any satisfaction from her fading star. 

She's the one whose kept us where we are. 

[Peron's General]: She's the one... who's kept "you" where "you" are.

***** 

THE PREACHER'S WIFE [1996]

They Needed Help

What They Got Was A Miracle

Things haven't changed since Adam, 
and he gave up one of his ribs so he'd have somebody to keep things from.

[Marguerite Coleman]

*****

ROMEO + JULIET [1996]

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate

[Romeo]: Is love a tender thing? 

It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

[Mercutio]: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. 

Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

 I am Fortune's fool! 

[Romeo]

He that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail! 

[Romeo] 

Goodnight, goodnight! 

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow. 

[Juliet]

Romeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?

[Juliet] 

[Romeo]: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this. 

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

[Juliet]: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, 
which mannerly devotion shows in this. 

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, 
and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

[Romeo]: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?

[Juliet]: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

[Romeo]: Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. 

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. 

[Juliet]: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. 

[Romeo]: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. 

[Romeo, they kiss]: Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged. 

[Juliet]: Then have my lips the sin that they have took? 

[Romeo]: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. 

[Juliet, they kiss again]: You kiss by the book.

  

Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: 
Thou art a villain.

[Tybalt]

*****

ONE FINE DAY [1996]

She Was Having A Perfectly Bad Day... 

Then He Came Along And Spoiled It

Let's do this right. 

Let me freshen up so I'll feel a little more like a woman and less like a dead mommy.  

[Melanie Parker]

If I ever act interested in another man again, would you please shoot me? 

[Melanie Parker]

Love your guy like a little boy and he'll grow into a man. 

[Jack Taylor]

You are like Roy Scheider at the end of Jaws, 
the moment I open the mouth you are gonna drop a bomb. 

[Jack Taylor]

That's one of the advantages of being an adult. 

You get to act like a kid anytime you feel like it. 

[Jack Taylor]

[Melanie Parker]: Your Peter Pan complex is so 90s. 

[Jack Taylor]: What Peter Pan complex? 

[Melanie Parker]: The one you're so proud of.

[Jack Taylor]: Do you have any friends? 

[Melanie Parker]: I don't have time for friends.

[Jack Taylor]: That's because of your Captain Hook complex. 

[Melanie Parker]: You're the most important thing in the world. 

[Sammy Parker]: No, I'm not. Your job is. 

*****

MATILDA [1996]

Somewhere Inside All Of Us Is The Power To Change The World

Everyone is born, but not everyone is born the same.
Some will grow to be butchers or bakers or candlestick makers.
 Some will only be really good at making Jell-O salad.
One way or another though, every human being is unique, for better or for worse.
Most parents are believe that their children are the most beautiful creatures ever to grace the planet.
Others take a less emotional approach.
~Narrator

Mr. Wormwood: A book? What do you want a book for?
Matilda: To read.
Mr. Wormwood: To read? 
Why would you wanna read when you got the television set sitting right in front of you?
There's nothing you can get from a book that you can't get from a television faster.

Mrs. Phelps: You know, you could have your very own library card.
And then you could take books home and you wouldn't have to walk here every day.
You could take as many as you like.
4 years old Matilda: That would be wonderful.

Mr. Wormwood: Any packages come today?
[Matilda shakes her head]
Mr. Wormwood, kicks a pile of books: Where did all this come from?
Matilda: The library.
Mr. Wormwood: The library? You've never set foot in a library. You're only 4 years old.
Matilda: Six and a half.
Mr. Wormwood: You're 4.
Matilda: Six and a half.
Mr. Wormwood: If you're 6 and a half, you'd be in school already.
Matilda: I want to be in school. 
I told you, I was supposed to start school in September. You wouldn't listen.
Mr. Wormwood, drag her to his bedroom: Get up, get up! Give me that book! [throw away the book]
Mr. Wormwood, to his wife: Dearest pie, how old is Matilda?
Mrs. Wormwood: 4.
Matilda: I'm 6 and a half, mommy.
Mrs. Wormwood: 5 then.
Matilda: I was 6 in August.
Mr. Wormwood: You're a liar.
Matilda: I want to go to school.
Mr. Wormwood: School... Out of the question. Who would be here to sign for the packages?
We can't leave valuable packages sitting out on the doorstep.
Now go watch TV like a good kid.
[Matilda walk away from the room]

Mrs. Wormwood: You know, sometimes I think there's something wrong with that girl.
Mr. Wormwood: Tell me about it!

Mr. Wormwood: The first car your brilliant father sold cost $320, I sold it for $1158.
The second one cost $512, I sold it for $2269.
Michael: Wait, Dad, you're going to fast.
Mr. Wormwood: Just write.
The third cost $68, I sold it for $999.
And the fourth cost $1100, I sold it for 7839 big American boffos.
What was my profit for the day?
Michael: Could you repeat the last one?
Matilda, from across the table: $10,265. [everybody staring at her] Check it if you don't believe me.
[everybody take a pick on Mr. Wormwood's note]
Mr. Wormwood: You're a little cheat, you saw the paper.
Matilda: From all the way over here?
Mr. Wormwood: Are you being smart with me?
If you're being smart with me, young lady, you're gonna be punished.
Matilda: Punished for being smart?
Mr. Wormwood: For being a smart aleck.
When a person is bad, that person has to be taught a lesson.
Matilda: Person?

Mr. Wormwood: Transmission.
The sawdust quiets the gears, and lets the engine run as sweet as a nut for a couple of miles, hahaha.
Matilda: Daddy, that's cheating.
Mr. Wormwood: Of course it's cheating. Nobody ever got rich being honest.

Matilda: Daddy, you're a crook.
Mr. Wormwood: What?
Matilda: This is illegal.
Mr. Wormwood: Do you make money? Do you have a job?
Matilda: No, but don't people need good cars? Can't you sell good cars, Dad?
Mr. Wormwood: Listen, you little wiseacre...
I'm smart, you're a dumb. I'm big, you're little. I'm right, you're wrong.
And there's nothing you can do about it.

Mr. Wormwood: Are you in this family?
[turn off the desk lamp] Dinnertime is family time. What is this trash you're reading?
Matilda: It's not trash, daddy, it's lovely. It's called Moby Dick by Herman Melville.
Mr. Wormwood: Moby what? [start ripping the pages] This is filth! Trash! Here!
Matilda: It's not mine! It's a library book!
Mr. Wormwood: I'm fed up with all this reading!  You're a Wormwood, you start acting like one!
Sit up and look at the TV!

Trunchbull: I need a car. Inexpensive but reliable.
Can you service me?
Mr. Wormwood: In a manner of speaking, yes. Welcome to Wormwood Motors.
Harry Wormwood, owner, founder, whatever.
Trunchbull: Agatha Trunchbull, principal, Crunchem Hall Elementary School.
I warn you, Sir, I want a tight car, because I run a tight ship.
Mr. Wormwood: Oh yeah, huh? Well...
Trunchbull: "My school is a modest of discipline. Use the rod, beat the child," that's my motto.
Mr. Wormwood: Terrific motto.
Trunchbull: You have brats yourself?
Mr. Wormwood: Yeah, I got a boy, Mikey, and one mistake, Matilda.
Trunchbull: They're all mistakes, children, filthy, nasty things. Glad I never was one.

Lavender: The Trunchbull used to be in the Olympics. Shot put, javelin, hammer throw.
Hortensia: The hammer throw is her specialty.
Matilda: So she does this all the time?
Hortensia: Better than being put in the choky.
Matilda: Choky?
Hortensia: Yeah, the choky.
It's a tall, narrow hole in the wall behind a door. You have to stand in a drippy pipe with jagged edges.
And the walls have broken glass and nails sticking out.
Matilda: She puts kids in there?
Hortensia: I've been in twice. Sometimes she leaves you in there all day.
Matilda: Didn't you tell your parents?
Hortensia: They didn't believe me. I mean, would your parents believe it?

Miss Honey: Mr. Wormwood, I'm Jennifer Honey. I'm Matilda's teacher.
Mr. Wormwood: What has she done now?
Look, whatever it is, she's your problem now.
Miss Honey: No, there is no problem.
Mr. Wormwood: Then beat it. We're watching TV.
Miss Honey: Mr. Wormwood, if you think watching some rotten TV show is more important than your daughter, then maybe you shouldn't be a parent.

Mr. Wormwood: What do you want?
Miss Honey: I'm sure you're aware by now that Matilda has a brilliant mind.
Her math skills are simply extraordinary. She's reading material that I didn't see until my second year of college.
[Mr. & Mrs. Wormwood smirking cynical]
Miss Honey: I really feel, with private instruction that she'd be ready for college in just a few short years.
Mrs. Wormwood: Look, Miss Snit, a girl does not get anywhere by acting intelligence.
I mean, take a look at you and me.
You chose books, I chose looks.
I have a nice house, a wonderful husband, and you are slaving away teaching snot-nosed children their ABC's.
You want Matilda to go to college?
Mr. Wormwood: College! I didn't go to college. I don't know anybody who did.
Bunch of hippies and cesspool salesmen.
Miss Honey: Don't sneer at educated people, Mr. Wormwood.
If you became ill, heaven forbid, your doctor would be a college graduate.
Or say you were sued for selling a faulty car. The lawyer who defended you would've gone to college too.
Mr. Wormwood: What car? Sued by who? Who you been talking to?
Miss Honey: Nobody.
Oh dear, I can see we're not going to agree, are we?

My idea of a perfect school is one in which there are no children at all.
~Trunchbull

Trunchbull: You did this!
Matilda: No, Miss Trunchbull.
Trunchbull: Did you act alone or did you have accomplices?
Matilda: I didn't do it.
Trunchbull: You didn't like the choky, did you? Thought you'd pay me back, didn't you?
Well, I'll pay you back, young lady.
Matilda: For what, Miss Trunchbull?
Trunchbull: For this newt, you piss-worm!
Matilda: I'm telling you, I didn't do it!
Trunchbull: Besides, even if you didn't do it, I'm gonna punish you,
because I'm big and you're small, and I'm right and you're wrong.
And there's nothing you can do about it.
You're a liar and a scoundrel, and your father's a liar and a cheat.
You're the most corrupt lowlifes in the history of civilization.
Am I wrong? I'm never wrong.
In this classroom, in this school, I am God!

Lavender: Thank's for not telling.
Matilda: Best friend don't tell.

Matilda: I just stare very hard, and then my eyes get all hot, and I can feel the strongness.
I feel like I can move almost anything in the world.
You do believe me, don't you?
Miss Honey: Oh, I believe that you should believe in whatever power you think you have inside of you.
Believe it with all your heart.

Miss Honey: A girl I know used to live in that house. Her life was good and happy.
When she was just 2 years old, her mother died.
Her father was a doctor, and he needed someone to look after things at home,
so he invited the mother's stepsister to come and live with him.
But the girl's aunt was a mean person who treated the girl very badly.
Matilda: The Trunchbull.
Miss Honey: Yes. And worst of all, when the girl was 5, her father died.
Matilda: How did her father died?
Miss Honey: The police decided he'd killed himself.
Matilda: Why would he do such a thing?
Miss Honey: No one knows.
Miss Honey: The end is happier. 
She found a small cottage. She rented it from this lovely rhubarb farmer for just $50 a month, 
and she covered it in honeysuckle, and she planted hundreds of wildflowers,
and she moved out of her wicked aunt's house and she finally got her freedom.
Matilda: Good for her.
Miss Honey: Do you know why I told you this?
Matilda: No.
Miss Honey: You were born into a family that doesn't always appreciate you,
but one day, things are gonna be very different.

Matilda: Why don't you run away?
Miss Honey: I've often thought about it, but I can't abandon my children.
And if I couldn't teach, I'd have nothing at all.
Matilda: You're very brave, Miss Honey.
Miss Honey: Not as brave as you.
Matilda: I thought grown-ups weren't afraid of anything.
Miss Honey: Quite the contrary. All grown-ups get scared, just like children.

Mrs. Wormwood: We're moving to Guam.
Daddy's not gonna be in the auto business anymore.
Matilda: I don't want to leave.
Mrs. Wormwood: But we're going on a permanent vacation.
Mr. Wormwood: Yeah, and we gotta beat the speedboat salesmen to the airport.
Matilda: I love it here. I love my school. It isn't fair.
Miss Honey, please don't let them take me.
Mr. Wormwood: Get in the car, Melinda.
Matilda: Matilda!
Mr. Wormwood: Whatever!
Matilda: I want to stay with Miss Honey.
Mrs. Wormwood: Well, Miss Honey doesn't want you! Why would she want some snotty, disobedient kid?
Miss Honey: Because she's a spectacularly wonderful child, and I love her.
Matilda: Adopt me, Miss Honey. You can adopt me.
Mr. Wormwood: Look, I don't have time for all these legalities.
Matilda: One second, dad, I have the adoption papers.
Mrs. Wormwood: What? Where did you get those?
Matilda: From a book in the library. I've had them since I was big enough to xerox.
Mrs. Wormwood: Are you hearing this, Harry?
Matilda: All you have to do is sign them.
Michael: I'll be an only child again.
Mr. Wormwood, to Michael: Shut up! 
[to Mrs. Wormwood] What do you think, pumpkin?
Mrs. Wormwood: You're the only daughter I ever had, Matilda.
And I never understood you, not one little bit.
[awkward pause]
Who's got a pen?


*****