PEARL HARBOR [2001]

 It Takes A Moment To Change History. 

It Takes Love To Change Lives.

A brilliant man would find a way not to fight a war. 

[Admiral Yamamoto] 

 The smart enemy attacks you exactly where you think you are safe.

[Admiral Kimmel]

Returning from the dead wasn't all that I expected... but that's life. 

[Rafe]

 You died Rafe. So did I. 

[Evelyn] 

Rafe I'm pregnant... 
I didn't even know until the day you turned up alive... and then all this happened... 
I haven't told Danny... I don't want him to know. 
All he needs to think about is how to do this mission and get back alive. 
Oh Rafe, all I ever wanted was for us to have a home and grow old together, 
but life never asked me what I wanted. 
Now I'm going to give Danny my whole heart... 
but I don't think I'll ever look at another sunset without thinking of you... 
I'll love you my whole life.  

[Evelyn]

[Rafe]: You are so beautiful it hurts. 

[Evelyn]: It's your nose that hurts.

[Rafe]: I think it's my heart. 

[Danny]: You know, the only thing that scares me 
is that you might love him more than you love me. 

[Evelyn]:  I love YOU, Danny.

*****

FORCES OF NATURE [1999]

He Went From The Eye Of The Storm, 

Into The Arms Of A Hurricane

Bridge, ya know, I mean, what I always thought was that there was this one, one perfect person for everybody in the world, you know, and when you found that person, uh, the rest of the world just kinda magically faded away and... and you know, the two of you would just be inside this kind of protective bubble. 

But there is no bubble, or if there is, we have to make it. 

I just think life is more than a series of moments, you know, it's... it's... we can make choices and we can choose to protect the people we love and that's what makes us who we are, and those are the real miracles!

[Ben Holmes]

*****

SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE [1998]

Love Is The Only Inspiration

[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. 

[William Shakespeare]: I have a wife, yes, 
and I cannot marry the daughter of Sir Robert De Lesseps. 

You needed no wife come from Stratford to tell you that, and yet, you let me come to your bed. 

[Viola de Lesseps]: Calf-love. I loved the writer and gave up the prize for a sonnet. 

[William Shakespeare]: I was the more deceived. 

[Viola de Lesseps]: Yes, you were deceived, for I did not know how much I loved you. 

Love knows nothing of rank or river bank.

[William Shakespeare]

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

[William Shakespeare]

Good sir? I heard you were a poet. But a poet of no words? 

[Viola de Lesseps]

This is not life, Will. It is a stolen season. 

[Viola de Lesseps] 

I love you, Will, beyond poetry. 

[Viola de Lesseps]

The Master of the Revels despises us all for vagrants and peddlers of bombast. 

But my father, James Burbage, had the first license to make a company of players from Her Majesty, and he drew from poets the literature of the age. 

We must show them that we are men of parts. 

Will Shakespeare has a play. I have a theatre. The Curtain is yours. 

[Richard Burbage]

My lady, the tide waits for no man, but I swear it would wait for you.

[Lord Wessex] 

[Lord Wessex]: How is this to end?

[Queen Elizabeth]: As stories must when love's denied: with tears and a journey.

I don't know. It's a mystery.

[Philip Henslowe]

*****

GOOD WILL HUNTING [1997]

Some People Can Never Believe In Themselves, 

Until Someone Believes In Them

Nail them while they're vulnerable, that's my motto.

[Sean]

I just have a little question here. 

You could be a janitor anywhere. 

Why did work at the most prestigious technical college in the whole fuckin' world? 

And why did you sneak around at night and finish other people's formulas that only one or two people in the world could do and then lie about it? 

'Cause I don't see a lot of honor in that, Will.

[Sean]

[Sean]: Do you have a soul mate?

[Will]: Define that.

[Sean]: Someone you can relate to, someone who opens things up for you.

[Will]: Sure, I got plenty.

[Sean]: Well, name them.

[Will]: Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O'Conner...

[Sean]: Well that's great. They're all dead.

[Will]: Not to me, they're not.

[Sean]: You can't have a lot of dialogue with them.

[Will]: Not without a heater and some serious smelling salts.

[Sean]: So what do you really want to do?

[Will]: I wanna be a shepherd.

[Sean]: Really.

[Will]: I wanna move up to Nashua, get a nice little spread, 
get some sheep and tend to them.

[Sean]: Maybe you should go do that.

[Will]: I didn't ask for this.

[Sean]: No, you were born with it. So don't cop out behind 'I didn't ask for this'.

[Sean]: Maybe 'you're' perfect right now. Maybe you don't wanna ruin that. 

I think that's a super philosophy, Will; that way you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody...

[Will]: You ever think about gettin' remarried?

[Sean]: My wife's dead.

[Will]: Hence the word: remarried.

[Sean]: She's dead.

[Will]: Yeah; well, I think that's a super philosophy, Sean. 

I mean, that way you could actually go through the rest of your life without ever really knowing anybody.

[Sean]: Time's up.

[Sean]: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. 

Stayed up half the night thinking about it. 

Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. 

Do you know what occurred to me?

[Will]: No.

[Sean]: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.

[Will]: Why thank you.

[Sean]: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.

[Will]: Nope.

[Sean]: So if I asked you about art, 
you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. 

Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. 
Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, 
sexual orientations, the whole works, right? 

But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. 

You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. 

If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. 

You may have even been laid a few times. 

But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. 

You're a tough kid. 

And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, 
 "once more unto the breach dear friends." 

But you've never been near one. 

You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, 
watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. 

I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. 

But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. 

Known someone that could level you with her eyes, 
feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. 

Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. 

And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, 
be there forever, through anything, through cancer. 

And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, 
holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, 
that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. 

You don't know about real loss, 
'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. 

And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. 

And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... 
I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. 

But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. 

No one could possibly understand the depths of you. 

But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, 
and you ripped my fucking life apart. 
You're an orphan right?

*Will nods*

You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, 
how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? 

Does that encapsulate you? 

Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, 
I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. 

Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. 

But you don't want to do that, do you sport? 

You're terrified of what you might say. 
Your move, chief.

That's why I'm not talkin' right now about some girl I saw at a bar twenty years ago 
and how I always regretted not going over and talking to her. 

I don't regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. 

I don't regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick. 

And I don't regret the last years when she got really sick. 

And I sure as hell don't regret missin' the damn game. 

That's regret.

[Sean]

[Skylar]: What is your obsession with this money? 

My father died when I was 13 and I inherited this money. 

You don't think that every day I wake up and wish I could give it back? 

That I would give it back in a second if I could have one more day with him? 

But I can't, and that's my life and I deal with it. 

So don't put your shit on me when you're the one that's afraid.

[Will]: I'm afraid? What am I afraid of? What the fuck am I afraid of?

[Skylar]: You're afraid of me! You're afraid that I won't love you back! 

Fuck it, I wanna give it a shot! At least I'm honest with you.

Sometimes I wish I had never met you. 

Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.

[Lambeau]

 

You know, I was on this plane once. 

And I'm sittin' there and the captain comes on and he does his whole, 'We'll be cruising at 35,000 feet,' then he puts the mike down but he forgets to turn it off. 

Then he turns to the copilot and goes, 'You know, all I could go for right now is a fuckin' blow job and a cup of coffee.' 

So the stewardess fuckin' goes bombin' up from the back of the plane to tell him the mic's still on, and this guy behind me goes, 'Hey hon, don't forget the coffee!'

[Will]

Every day I come by your house and I pick you up. And we go out. 
We have a few drinks, and a few laughs, and it's great. 

But you know what the best part of my day is? 

For about ten seconds, from when I pull up to the curb and when I get to your door, 
'cause I think, maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock on the door and you won't be there. 

No goodbye. No see you later. No nothing. You just left. 

I don't know much, but I know that.

[Chuckie]

*****