THE TRANSPORTER [2002]

Rules Are Made To Be Broken

Thug 1: Let's go!
Frank: There's 4 of you.
Thug 1: You can count, I'm impressed.
Now drive!
Frank: Rule one, never change the deal.
The deal was transportation for 3 men with a combined weight of 254 kilos.
 Thug 1, point a gun to him: Yeah? Well, this is a new deal.
Frank: An extra 80 kilos means we'll not make your destination on the gas I have allotted.
Thug 2: So we'll stop and get more gas.
Frank: Every stop we make exposes us.
Every exposure increases the risk of getting caught.
An extra 80 kilos means The Koni shock absorbers I installed for this job will not give us the ability to outmaneuver any police that might be chasing us.
Which means, if there is a chase, we lose our advantage,
which also increases the possibility of getting caught.
I don't want to get caught.
You don't want to get caught.
Thug 1: Just drive the car, man, or you're gonna catch a bullet through the brains!
Frank: And who's going to drive?
Thug 4: Shoot this asshole! I'll drive.
Frank: Not without the ignition code you won't.
[the guards are approaching the car]
Frank: 3 men. 254 kilos.
That was the deal.

Frank, after receiving his paid: You gave me too much.
Thug 1: We need you to take us to Avignon.
Frank: The deal was this far and no further.
The deal is the deal. Rule number one.
Thug 1: Rules are meant to be broken.
Frank: Not mine.

[after let Lai taking pee]
You're breaking the rules, Frank. Not good to break the rules.
~Frank Martin

Rule 3, never look in the package.
~Frank Martin

Frank: So, where's the rest of the car?
Inspector Tarconi: I was hoping you could tell me.
Frank: It was stolen.
Inspector Tarconi: Stolen?
Frank: Yeah, I went down to Frejus to pick up a few things.
When I came out of the market, it was...
Inspector Tarconi: Gone.
Did you report it?
Frank: It's the first on my list of things to do today.
Inspector Tarconi: It's a long walk from Frejus.
How did you get home?
Lai: I brought him.
I saw him walking along the dark road.
Inspector Tarconi: Mm, a risky thing.
Picking up a stranger on a dark road.
Lai: He had a kind face.

Frank: Quiet! Please, I have to think.
Lai: You were supposed to think last night.
Frank: Last night I had nightmares 
about a girl who came into my nice, quiet life, screwed it all up.
Everything she touched broke and every move she made turned into a catastrophe.
Lai: Okay, sorry.
Frank: I'm still wondering if I want to know everything or nothing about you.

I should mind my own goddamn business.
A simple rule. A simple, little rule.
Don't open the package.
Nothing but trouble, you open the goddamn package.
~Frank Martin

Frank: Where are you going?
Lai: To see that guy.
Frank: Good luck.
Lai: You're not coming?
Frank: No.
Lai: But he blew up your car.
Frank: I'll buy a new one.
Lai: He burned your house.
Frank: I'll rebuild it.
Lai: He tried to kill you.
Frank: And as far as he knows, he succeeded.
Look, I'm going to give you some advice.
I don't know what you were into. I don't care what you were into.
But whoever wanted you dead, thinks you dead.
You have a free pass to start over.
Here's the advice, Start Over!

Lai: You were a soldier. Your job was to save people.
Frank: Past tense.
Lai: What does that mean?
Frank: It means I got tired of seeing my best efforts get turned into bullshit by the same people who paid me to do the job.
No one cared.
Lai: This time, I care.

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HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S STONE [2001]

Let The Magic Begin

Uncle Vernon: What happened?!
Harry: I swear, I don't know.
One minute the glass were there and then it was gone, like magic.
Uncle Vernon, push him to his tiny room under the stairs: There's no such thing as magic!

 Harry: Excuse me, but who are you?
Hagrid: Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper Of Keys And Grounds at Hogwarts.
Of course you know about Hogwarts.
Harry: Sorry, no.
Hagrid: Didn't you ever wonder where your mom and dad learned it all?
Harry: Learned what?
Hagrid: You're a wizard, Harry.
Harry: I'm a what?
Hagrid: A wizard.
A good one, I'd wager, once you're trained up a little.
Harry: No, you've made a mistake.
I mean... I can't be a wizard.
I mean... I'm just Harry. Just Harry.
Hagrid: Well, Just Harry, did you ever make anything happen?
Anything you couldn't explain, when you were angry or scared?
[Hagrid hand him a letter from Hogwarts about his acceptance]
Uncle Vernon: He will not be going!
We swore we'd put a stop to all this rubbish.
Harry to Uncle Vernon: You knew?
[to Aunt Petunia] You knew all along and you never told me?
Aunt Petunia: Of course we knew, how could you not be?
My perfect sister being who she was.
My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter.
'We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?"
I was the only one to see her for what she was.
A freak!
Then she met that Potter, and then she had you, and I knew you would be the same.
Just as strange, just as abnormal.
And then she got herself blown up and we got landed with you.
Harry: Blown up?
You told me my parents died in a car crash.
Hagrid: A car crash?
A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?
Aunt Petunia: We had to say something.
Hagrid: It's an outrage! A scandal!
Uncle Vernon: He'll not be going.
Hagrid: And I suppose a great muggle like you is going to stop him, are you?
Harry: Muggle?
Hagrid: Non-magic folk.
This boy had his name down since he were born.
He's going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world.
And, he will be under the finest headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore.
Uncle Vernon: I will not pay to have a crackpot old fool teach him magis tricks.
Hagrid: Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me.

 Harry: "All students must be equipped with one standard size 2 pewter cauldron 
and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat or a toad."
Can we find all these in London?
Hagrid: If you know where to go.

Hagrid: See, Harry? You're a famous.
Harry: But why am I famous, Hagrid?
All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?
Hagrid: I'm not sure I'm the right person to tell you that.

Mr. Ollivander, after handed Harry a wand: Curious. Very curious.
Harry: Sorry, but what's curious?
Mr. Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter.
It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather.
Just one other.
It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.
[point to Harry's scar on his forehead]
Harry: And who owned that wand?
Mr. Ollivander: We do not speak his name.
The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter.
It's not always clear why.
But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you.
After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things.
Terrible... yes, but great.

Harry: He killed my parents, didn't he?
The one who gave me this. [touch his forehead]
You know, Hagrid. I know you do.
Hagrid: First, and understand this because it's very important: not all wizards are good.
Some of them go bad.
A few years ago there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go.
His name was V--
His name was V--
Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down?
Hagrid: No, I can't spell it.
All right, [whispering] Voldemort.
Harry: Voldemort?
Hagrid: It was dark times, Harry, dark times.
Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought them over to the dark side.
Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead.
Your parents fought against him.
But nobody lived once he decided to kill them.
Nobody. Not one. Except you.
Harry: Me? Voldemort tried to kill me?
Hagrid: Yes.
That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry.
A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, an evil curse.
Harry: What happened to V--... To-You-Know-Who?
Hagrid: Well, some say he died.
Codswallop, in my opinion.
Nope, I reckon he's out there still... too tired to carry on.
But one thing's certain.
Something about you stumped him that night.
That's why you're famous.
That's why everybody knows your name.
You're the boy who lived.

Welcome to Hogwarts.
In a few moment, you'll pass through these doors and join your classmates.
But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses.
They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.
While you're here, your house will be like your family.
Your triumphs will earn you points.
Any rule-breaking and you will lose points.
At the end of the year, the house with the most points wins the house cup.
~Prof. Minerva McGonagall

Draco: You'll soon find out wizarding families are better than others.
You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.
I can help you there.
[handed him his hand, but Harry refuse to shake]
Harry: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thank's.

Prof. Snape: Mr. Potter, our new celebrity.
Tell me, what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
[Hermione raise her hand, while Harry shake his head]
You don't know?
Let's try again.
Where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?
[Hermione raise her hand again]
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Prof. Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?
[Hermione still raise her hand]
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Prof. Snape: Pity.
Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?
Harry: Clearly, Hermione knows.
Seems a pity not to ask her.

Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand.
Each team has 7 players: 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker, that's you.
[open up a trunk, get a bigger ball and throw it to Harry]
There are 3 kinds of balls.
This one's called The Quaffle.
The chasers handle the quaffle and try to put it through one of those 3 hoops.
The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops.
With me so far?
Harry, throw back the quaffle: I think so.
What are those? [reffering to The Bludgers]
Oliver, handed him a bat: You better take this.
[he release The Bludger] Careful now, it's coming back.
[Harry hit it] Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater.
[The bludger fly back to them, Oliver chase it and lock it again]
Harry: What was that?
Oliver: Bludger. Nasty little buggers.
But you are a Seeker.
The only thing I want you to worry about is this, The Golden Snitch.
Harry: I like this ball.
Oliver: You like it now.
Just wait, it's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver: You catch it, before the other team's seeker.
You catch this, the game's over.
You catch this, Potter, and we win.

Prof. Dumbledore: The happiest man on earth would look in the mirror and see only himself exactly as he is.
 Harry: So then, it shows us what we want, whatever we want.
Prof. Dumbledore: Yes, and no.
It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts.
Now you, Harry, who have never known your family, you see them standing beside you.
But remember this, Harry, this mirror gives us neither knowledge or truth.
Men have wasted away in front of it, even gone mad.

Voldemort: Harry Potter, we meet again.
Harry: Voldemort.
Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become?
See what I must do to survive?
Live off another.
A mere parasite.
Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own.

 Harry: How do I get the stone, sir?
One minute I was staring in the mirror and...
Prof. Dumbledore: You see, only a person who wanted to find the stone, find it, but not use it, would be able to get it.
That is one of my more brilliant ideas.

Prof. Dumbledore: Harry, do you know why Prof. Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?
[Harry shakes his head]
It was because of your mother.
She sacrifices herself for you.
And that kind of act leaves a mark.
[Harry touch his scar]
No, this kind of mark cannot be seen.
It lives in your very skin.
Harry: What is it?
Prof. Dumbledore: Love, Harry, love.

Hagrid: If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief,  
you could always threaten him with anice pair of ears to go with his tail.
Harry: But, Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts, you know that.
Hagrid: I do, but your cousin don't, do he?


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THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING [2001]

Fate Has Chosen Him

A Fellowship Will Protect Him

Evil Will Hunt Them

It all began with the forging of the Great Rings. 

Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. 

Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. 

And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. 

For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race. 

But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. 

In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, 

the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. 

 And into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. 

One ring to rule them all. 

One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. 

But there were some who resisted. 

A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, 

and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. 

Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. 

It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, 

that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword. 

And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. 

The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, 

but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. 

And the ring of power has a will of its own. 

It betrayed Isildur, to his death. 

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. 

History became legend. Legend became myth. 

And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. 

Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared a new bearer. 

The ring came to the creature Gollum, 

who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him. 

The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. 

For five hundred years it poisoned his mind; and in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited. 

Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. 

Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, 

whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. 

Its time had now come. 

It abandoned Gollum. 

But then something happened that the Ring did not intend. 

It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. 

A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. 

For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all... 

Frodo: You're late.
Gandalf: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins.
 Nor is he early.
He arrives precisely when he means to.

Frodo, handed Gandalf the ring: Take it, Gandalf, take it!

 Gandalf: You must take it!

Gandalf: You cannot offer me this ring!

 Frodo: I'm giving it to you!

Gandalf: Don't tempt me, Frodo!

I dare not take it, not even to keep it safe.

Understand, Frodo, I would use this ring from a desire to do good.

But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine.

Frodo: What are they?

Aragorn: They were once men, great kings of men.

 Then Sauron The Deceiver gave to them 9 rings of power.

Blinded by their greed, they took them without question.

One by one, falling into darkness.

Now they are slaves to his will.

They are The Nazgul, Ringwraiths.

Neither living nor dead.

I miss The Shire.

I spent all my childhood pretending I was off somewhere else.

Off with you, on one of your adventures.

But my own adventure turned out to be quite different.

~Frodo Baggins

Elrond: Gandalf, the ring cannot stay here.

This peril belongs to all Middle-earth.

They must decide now how to end it.

The time of the elves is over.

My people are leaving these shores.

Who will you look to when we've gone? The dwarves?

They hide in mountains seeking riches.

They care not for the troubles of others.

Gandalf: It is in men that we must place our hope.

Elrond: Men? Men are weak.

The race of men is failing.

The blood of Numenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten.

It is because of men the ring survives.

Frodo: I will take it. 

I will take the ring to Mordor.

Though... I do not know the way.

Gandalf: I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it yours to bear.

Aragorn: If by my life or death I can protect you, I will.

You have my sword.

Legolas: And you have my bow.

Gimli: And my ax.

Boromir: You carry the fates of us all, little one.

If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.

Sam: Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me.

Elrond: No indeed it is hardly possible to separate you 

even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.

Merry: Oy, we're coming too!

You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us.

Pippin: Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of... mission...

quest... thing...

Merry: Well, that rules you out, Pip.

Elrond: 9 companions.

So be it.

You shall be The Fellowship of the Ring.

Pippin: Great!

Where are we going?

Elrond: She wanted to protect her child.
She thought in Rivendell you would be safe.
In her heart, your mother knew you'd be hunted all your life,
that you'd never escape your fate.
 The skill of the elves can reforge the sword of kings, 
but only you have the power to wield it.
Aragorn: I do not want that power.
I have never wanted it.
Elrond: You are the last of that bloodline. 
There is no other.

Gandalf: You feel its power growing, don't you?
I've felt it too.
You must be careful now.
Evil will be drawn to you from outside the fellowship.
And, I fear, from within.
Frodo: Who then do I trust?
Gandalf: You must trust yourself. Trust your own strength.
Frodo: What do you mean?
Gandalf: There are many powers in this world for good or for evil.
Some are greater than I am.
And against some I have not yet been tested.

Gandalf: Smeagol's life is a sad story.
Yes, Smeagol he was once called, before the ring found him, before it drove him mad.
Frodo: It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.
Gandalf: Pity? It is pity that stayed Bilbo's hand.
Many that live deserve death.
Some that die deserve life.
Can you give it to them, Frodo?
Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgement.
Even the very wise cannot see all ends.
My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is over.
The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me.
I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times.
But that is not for them to decide.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil.
Bilbo was meant to find the ring.
In which case, you also were meant to have it.
And that is an encouraging thought.

 Frodo: I cannot do this alone.
Galadriel: You are a ring-bearer, Frodo.
To bear a ring of power, is to be alone.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
~Galadriel

Saruman: Do you know how the orcs first came into being?
They were elves once.
Taken by the dark powers, tortured and mutilated.
A ruined and terrible form of life.
And now... perfected.
My fighting Uruk-hai, whom do you serve?
Uruk-hai: Saruman.

Boromir: I have failed you all.
Aragorn: No, Boromir, you fought bravely.
You have kept your honor.
Boromir: The world of men will fall and all will come to darkness, and my city to ruin.
Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, 
but I swear to you, I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.

I would have followed you, my brother.
My captain.
My king.
~Boromir


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