MAID IN MANHATTAN [2002]

This Christmas ... Love Checks In

Chris: What's your name?
Ty: Ty.
 Chris: Nice to meet you, Ty. I'm Chris.
Jerry: I'm bald and no one in particular.
Ty: I know who you are.
Chris: Yeah, what do you know?
Ty: I know that you're the state assemblyman.
I know you're thinking of running for senator.
I know your voting record and your stand on environmental causes.
Chris: Great.
Jerry: Look, I hate to interrupt, but...
Ty: Are you Republican?
Chris: Yes.
Jerry: Why?
Ty: Richard Nixon was Republican.
Jerry: So what?
Ty: He lied.
Jerry: So, what does that mean?
Ty: Nothing.
Jerry: Okay, who told you to ask these questions?
Ty: Nobody.
Jerry: What press are you affiliated with?
Ty: I'm 10

Marisa: What is it for?Chris: For the inner-city literacy campaign, something I support.
Marisa: Wait a minute.
Isn't that the guy who hired Yatter to get pictures of you?
Chris: Yes, it is.
Marisa: I don't get it. Why would you go?
Chris: It's exposure.
Marisa: Won't everyone know you're there just to expose yourself?
Chris: Well, I kind of have to expose myself.
When you put it that way...
Marisa: I didn't. You put it that way.
I don't care how much you pay for dinner.
You shouldn't serve yourself up, no matter what the cause.
Chris: So why don't you tell me what you really think?
Marisa: You really want me to tell you what I think?
Okay. If this Mr. Wanton Maddox, or whatever his name is, really wants to help
why doesn't he give the $2500 per plate to the inner-city schools?
And eat a little bit lighter that night, you know?
Chris: So why don't you come with me and tell him yourself?

Marisa: What am I supposed to do? Make his bed with me in it?
Get real!
 He thinks I'm a guest here.
Stephanie: All right, all right...
But just tell me what he was like.
Marisa: Ohhh, sexy eyes.
And nice lips.
Stephanie: What about the hands? Were they big?
Marisa: They were perfect.
Stephanie: Perfect works.

Marisa: You filled out an application for me?
Stephanie: They're considering you.
Marisa: Do you know what you've done?
Stephanie: I did you a favor.
Marisa: No.
If you wanna do me a favor, then mind your own business once in a while.
Stephanie: For 2 years, you've yapped about getting out of uniform and what ideas you got.
 This morning, I'm having coffee with Rosalie from personnel and I ask her.
I go, "Marisa got a shot?"
She goes, "Marisa who?"
I go, "Marisa Ventura. She's applied."
She goes, "If she applied, I'd slip it to the top of the pile."
So I just act real nonchalant like and I go, "Are you sure?"
So she goes, she double-checks, and she tells me, 
"Marisa Ventura ain't never applied for no management program ever."
Imagine my shock and dismay.
My own partner lying to me like that.
Then I figured maybe you were too chickenshit, so I did it myself.
If they took you, you'd be happy.
And if they didn't, you wouldn't know the difference.
So sue me!
These are the golden years, we gotta prove our mothers wrong.
Don't waste them.

Marisa: What we did today was wrong.
Ty: But you didn't really lie. Not technically.
Marisa: Now you're starting to sound like Richard Nixon.
Listen, let someone believe it's true but it's not is just as much a lie as a lie is.
I let him think I was staying in the suite, not cleaning it.
I'm the maid, Ty.
Ty: Ma, I hate to break it to you, but I don't think he's after your money.
Marisa: I can't believe you just said that!

Caroline: What do you think? Dolce coat, Gucci pants or Ralph Laurent skirt, Manolo pumps?
Rachel: Let's see. 
How about the pants, open sandals, see-through blouse, colored bra and carry the Dolce coat for effect.
Caroline: Maria?
Rachel: She barely speaks English.
Caroline: Maria, what do you think?
Marisa: What about the beaded skirt with that beige crocheted halter that you have in the closet?
You know, casual sexy. No stockings.
Definitely eighty-six the coat.
It sends the wrong message.
Looks like you're going some place.
Besides, that whole see-through blouse, colored-bra thing, 
reads a little desperate older gal, trying too hard, don't you think?
You want to make him work for it.

Chris: Lionel, who is that over there?
Lionel: Caroline Lane.
Chris: No, it's not her.
Lionel: Not her?

Chris: You know who I can't figure out where I know them from?
The woman visiting you the other day, kind of Mediterranean, with a little boy about 10...
Caroline: Rachel Hoffberg.
Mediterranean? She's from Westport.

Chris: She's about 5'6", dark hair, really beautiful, has a kid named Ty.
What the hell happened?
Lionel: I'm sorry, sir.
Chris: Don't be sorry. Just find her.
Pleaseeee....

Jerry: Who the hell is she?
Chris: I'll tell you who she isn't.
She isn't like anyone I've met before. And she isn't a phony.

You are not in love with this man.
He is not in love with you.
You have no connections, affiliations or loyalties.
You're from 2 different worlds.
Do you hear me?
~Stephanie Kehoe

Caroline: Excuse me, haven't we met?
I'm Caroline Lane, and you're...
Marisa: Sotheby's Caroline Lane?
Oh, that's wonderful to see you again.
Caroline: I just knew we knew each other. I never forget a face.
Wow! Is that a Harry Winston wreath?
They haven't made that design since the late 60's.
Marisa: You're very good.
Excuse me, I have to go.
Caroline: Listen, just between us girls, are you here with Chris?
Marisa: Can you keep a secret?
Caroline: Of course.
Marisa: Good. So can I.

Chris: Do you have somewhere else to be?
Marisa: No, I just have to leave.
Chris: You're not leaving. You're running.
What I can't figure out is, 
are you running towards something you want, 
or are you running away from something you're afraid to want?
Marisa: Look, I've made so many mistakes already, I just don't want to make it worse.
Chris: You won't. I promise.

Caroline: Oh, Chris, I can't help but feel that this is partly my fault.
Chris: It isn't, spare yourself.
Caroline: At least let me buy you lunch.
After all, we've only got each other to get through this humiliation.
Chris: Caroline, the first lunch was a mistake.
A second would be complete torture.
Caroline: Drinks, then?

Sometimes we're forced in directions that we ought to have found for ourselves.
~Lionel Bloch

To serve people takes dignity and intelligence.
But remember, they're only people with money.
Although we serve them, we are not their servants.
What we do, Miss Ventura, does not define who we are.
What defines us is how well we rise after falling.
I think you'll make a wonderful manager someday.
It's been a great honor to work with you.
~Lionel Bloch

Chris: I don't get it, what just happened?
Marisa: What don't you get? I'm the maid.
Chris: What was all this? Some kind of bet?
A little game of what, get-the-guests?
Marisa: No!
I was trying on her clothes and you were there, and then you invited me out, and everything...
Chris: And you thought you had to lie to keep me interested?
Marisa: Who's kidding who here?
You think you would've looked at me if you knew I was the maid?
Come on, with all due respect for your big-hearted politics, I don't think so, Mr. Assemblyman.
Chris: How do you know, you didn't give me a chance.
You stand on your soapbox, judging everyone, so sure they're judging you.
Marisa: And you think they're not?
Come on, half the time, I'm a stereotype they make fun of.
The other half that I'm invincible.
Maybe that's the point.
The first time you saw me, I was cleaning your bathroom floor, only you didn't see me.
Chris: Was I supposed to introduce myself while taking a leak?
You can't nail me for that.

Chris: Marisa, I just want the truth.
Marisa: You want the truth?
There was a part of me that wanted to see what it felt like 
to have someone like you look at me the way you did, just once.
And I'm sorry, truly.
If I could rewind the past week, I would.
Chris: Was any of it real?
Marisa: Yeah, it was real.
It was so real it made me wonder how I was ever gonna give you up.
But I had to give you up, that was the plan.
And then, last night, I couldn't.

Veronica: What were you thinking, going out with someone like that?
Marisa: Someone like what?
Veronica: Chris Marshall.
You had to pretend to be somebody else so he'd go out with you?
Where is your pride, Marisa?
Marisa: People like you make people like him a some kind of God.
Why, because he's rich? White?
He has things we don't have that we don't want to dream about?
It must really burn you that I think I have the right to go out with him.

Marisa: I love you, Mom, I do.
But I don't want to clean houses.
There's nowhere to go from there.
Veronica: Hasn't this taught you anything, Marisa?
Wake up, little girl, you have responsibilities.
And they come every month like clockwork.
You want to end up back in the projects?
Keep dreaming dreams that will never happen.
You want to put food on the table? Call Senora Rodriguez.
Marisa: You're right, Ma, I'm a good cleaning lady.
I'll start over, but not with Mrs. Rodriguez.
I'm gonna find a job as a maid in some hotel.
After some time passes, I'm gonna apply for the management program.
And when I get the chance to be a manager, and I will, Ma, I know I will,
I'm gonna take that chance without any fear.
Without your voice in my head telling me that I can't.

 Ty: Isn't it weird, when you'll be there, he'll be there?
Marisa: And so will a thousand other people.
We talked about this.
Ty: I know but it's like a fate.
Marisa: No, it's like New York city and an available conference room.

Ty: I know everyone makes mistakes.
And as a characters, to give the person a second chance, right?
Chris: Right, I'm with you.
Ty: Even if someone lied, they should be forgiven.
Otherwise, we'd never have any congressmen or presidents.
What if you're not a politician trying to do good for everybody?
What if you're just a regular person, like a maid or something?
And she made mistake.
Do you think she could get a second chance?
I mean, nobody's perfect, right?
Chris: No, nobody's perfect.
Ladies and gentlemen of the press, take a look at a future candidate.

Chris: Can we start over?
Second chance, second date? You as you, me as me. No secrets.
What do you think?
Marisa: Marisa Ventura. Housekeeping
Chris: Chris Marsall, Candidate for Senate.
I appreciate your vote.
Marisa: We'll see.


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RED DRAGON [2002]

Before the Silence

My dear Will, you must be healed by now, on the outside at least, 

I hope you're not too ugly. 

What a collection of scars you have. 

Never forget who gave you the best of them, and be grateful, 

our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real. 

We live in a primitive time, don't we, Will? 

Neither savage nor wise. 

Half measures of the curse of it, 

any rational society will either kill me or put me to some use. 

Do you dream much, Will? 

I think of you often. 

Your old friend, Hannibal Lecter. 

[Hannibal Lecter] 

You stink of fear under that cheap lotion. 

You stink of fear Will, but you're not a coward. 

You fear me, but still you came here. 

You fear this shy boy, yet still you seek him out. 

Don't you understand, Will? You caught me because we're very much alike. 

Without our imaginations, we'd be like all those other poor... dullards. 

Fear... is the price of our instrument. 

But I can help you bear it.  

[Hannibal Lecter]

Remarkable boy. I do admire your courage. I think I'll eat your heart.  

[Hannibal Lecter]

You will not persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity. 

[Hannibal Lecter]

A robin red-breast in a cage, puts all of Heaven in a rage. 

Think to yourself that every day is your last. 

The hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise. 

As for me, when you want a good laugh, 

you will find me in fine state... fat and sleek, a true hog of Epicurus's herd.  

[Hannibal Lecter]

I'm the great Red Dragon.

[Francis Dolarhyde]

To me, you are a slug in the sun. 

You are privy to a great becoming but you recognize nothing. 

You are an ant in the afterbirth. 

Before me you rightly tremble. 

But you owe me more than fear. 

YOU OWE ME AWE.  

[Francis Dolarhyde]

[Will Graham]: I thought you might enjoy the challenge. 

Find out if you're smarter than the person I'm looking for. 

[Hannibal Lecter]: Then, by implication, you think you're smarter than I am, 

since it was you who caught me. 

[Will Graham]: No, I know I'm not smarter than you. 

[Hannibal Lecter]: Then how did you catch me? 

[Will Graham]: You had... disadvantages. 

[Hannibal Lecter]: What disadvantages?

[Will Graham]: You're insane.

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WE WERE SOLDIERS [2002]

Fathers, Brothers, Husbands & Sons

These are the true events of November, 1965, the Ia Drang Valley of Vietnam, 

a place our country does not remember, in a war it does not understand. 

This story's a testament to the young Americans who died in the valley of death, 

and a tribute to the young men of the People's Army of Vietnam 

who died by our hand in that place. 

To tell this story, I must start at the beginning. 

But where does it begin? 

Maybe in June of 1954 when French Group Mobile 100 moved into the same central highlands of Vietnam where we would go 11 years later. 

[Joe Galloway]

In Saigon, Hal Moore's superiors congratulated him for killing over 1,800 enemy soldiers. 

Then ordered him to lead the Seventh Cavalry back into the valley of death. 

He led them and fought beside them for 235 more days. 

Some had families waiting. 

For others, their only family would be the men they bled beside. 

There were no bands, no flags, no Honor Guards to welcome them home.  

They went to war because their country ordered them to. 

But in the end, they fought not for their country or their flag, the fought for each other.  

[Joe Galloway]

Look around you. 

In the 7th cavalry, we've got a captain from the Ukraine; another from Puerto Rico. 

We've got Japanese, Chinese, Blacks, Hispanics, Cherokee Indians. 

Jews and Gentiles. 

All Americans. 

Now here in the states, 

some of you in this unit may have experienced discrimination because of race or creed. 

 But for you and me now, all that is gone. 

We're moving into the valley of the shadow of death, 

where you will watch the back of the man next to you, as he will watch yours. 

And you won't care what color he is, or by what name he calls God. 

They say we're leaving home. 

We're going to what home was always supposed to be. 

Now let us understand the situation. 

We are going into battle against a tough and determined enemy. 

 I can't promise you that I will bring you all home alive. 

But this I swear, before you and before Almighty God, 

that when we go into battle, 

I will be the first to set foot on the field, 

and I will be the last to step off, 

and I will leave no one behind. 

Dead or alive, we will all come home together. 

So help me, God.  

[Lt. Col. Hal Moore]

To follow your instincts and to inspire your men, by your example, 

you have to be with 'em. 

Where the metal meets the meat.  

[Lt. Col. Hal Moore]

Pass this along; 

tell your men to fire three shots at anything that looks suspicious, on my order. 

[Lt. Col. Hal Moore]

[Joe Galloway]: Sir, I don't know how to tell this story. 

[Lt. Col. Hal Moore]: Well you have to, Joe. 

You tell the American people what happened here. 

You tell them how my troopers died. 

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GANGS OF NEW YORK [2002]

America Was Born In The Streets

Lord, place the steel of the Holy Spirit in my spine 
and the love of the Virgin Mary in my heart.

[Amsterdam Vallon]

If you get all of us together, we ain't got a gang, we've got an army. 

[Amsterdam Vallon]

When you kill a king, you don't stab him in the dark. 
You kill him where the entire court can watch him die. 

[Amsterdam Vallon]

Our name is called The Dead Rabbit's to remind all of our suffering, 
and as a call to those who suffer still to join our ranks. 
However far they may have strayed from our common home across the sea. 
For with great numbers must come great strength in the salvation of our people.

[Amsterdam Vallon]

We hold in our hearts the memory of our fallen brothers 
whose blood stains the very streets we walk today. 
Also on this night we pay tribute to the leader of our enemies, 
an honorable man, 
who crossed over bravely, fighting for what he believed in. 
To defeat my enemy, I extinguish his life, and consume him as I consume these flames. 
In honor of Priest Vallon.  

[Bill]

My father gave his life, making this country what it is. 
Murdered by the British with all of his men on the twenty fifth of July, anno domini, 1814. 
Do you think I'm going to help you befoul his legacy, by giving this country over to them, 
what's had no hand in the fighting for it? 
Why, because they come off a boat crawling with lice and begging you for soup.  

[Bill]

Everything you see belongs to me, to one degree or another. 
The beggars and newsboys and quick thieves here in Paradise, 
the sailor dives and gin mills and blind tigers on the waterfront, 
the anglers and amusers, the she-hes and the Chinks. 
Everybody owes, everybody pays. 
Because that's how you stand up against the rising of the tide. 

[Bill]

I took the father, now I'll take the son.  

[Bill]

You see this knife? 
I'm gonna teach you to speak English with this fucking knife! 

[Bill]

Thank God. I die a true American. 

[Bill] 


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