Sunday, August 19, 2007

V for Vendetta (2005)

This movie was really interesting to watch especially when I realised that the main star of the movie was Hugo Weaving who plays the role of V (Yes, the same person who has become popular because of the roles of Agent Smith in Matrix Trilogy and also as Elven king Elrond in Lord of the Rings Trilogy). Hugo Weaving has done an awesome job in delivering the dialogues as you will never get to see his face throughout the movie. The other characters are Evey Hammond (Natalie Portman), Finch (Stephen Rea), Deitrich (Stephen Fry), Adam Sutler (John Hurt), Creedy (Tim Pigott-Smith), Dominic (Rupert Graves), Delia Surridge (Sinéad Cusack), Valerie (Natasha Wightman). This 2 hour and 12 minutes movie has a good amount of action sequences and a good amount of Dialogues. The following are the quotes of the movie in order of appearance.

Evey Hammond: [Voiceover] Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.

[V interrupts the 3 fingermen who were about to rape Evey]
[Quoting from Macbeth Act I Scene 2]
V: The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him.
Finger men: What the hell?
[Quoting from Macbeth Act I Scene 2 skiping 4 lines]
V: disdaining fortune/with his brandish'd steel, which smoked with bloody execution...?

[Quoting Polonius from Shakespeare's Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1]
V: We are oft to blame in this, - / 'Tis too much proved - that with devotion's visage/ And pious action we do sugar o'er/ The devil himself.

V: [Evey pulls out her mace] I can assure you I mean you no harm.
Evey: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation. I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man, who he is.
Evey: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But, to whom might I ask am I speaking?
Evey: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don't believe in coincidences.

[after V leads Evey up to an empty rooftop, promising her an orchestra]
Evey: It's beautiful up here.
V: A more perfect stage could not be asked for.
Evey: I don't see any instruments.
V: Your powers of observation continue to serve you well. But wait, It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto. in honour of the holiday she seems to have taken from these parts and in recognition of the imposter that stands in her stead. Tell me, do you know what day it is, Evey?
Evey: Um, November the 4th.
V: [midnight church bells ring] Not any more. Remember, remember the 5th of November. The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. First the overture, yes, yes, the strings, listen carefully, can you hear it, now the brass.
Evey: I can hear it. How did you do that?
V: Wait! Here comes the crescendo!
[explosion and fireworks go off]

V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquillity of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

[Trying to Defuse the bomb placed on the control in Jordan Tower]
Dascomb: Do you have any idea how long it would take to rebuild this facility?
Finch: Do you have any idea what you're doing?

Evey: You scared me.
V: My apologies. You feeling alright?
Evey: Yes, thank you. What is this place?
V: This is my home. I call it the Shadow Gallery.
Evey: It's beautiful. Where did you get all this stuff?
V: Oh, here and there, much of it from the vaults of the Ministry of Objectionable Materials.
Evey: You stole them?
V: Oh, heavens, no. Stealing implies ownership. You can't steal from the censor; I merely reclaimed them.
Evey: God, if they ever find this place...
V: I suspect if they do find this place, a few bits of art will be the least of my worries.

Evey: [takes a bite of the breakfast V cooked] It's delicious! God, I haven't had real butter since I was a little girl! Where did you get it?
V: A government supply train on its way to Chancellor Sutler.
Evey: You stole this from Chancellor Sutler?
V: Yes.
Evey: You're insane!
V: [Quoting Macbeth from Macbeth Act I Scene 7] I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.

Evey: Can I ask about what you said on the tele?
V: Yes.
Evey: Did you mean it?
V: Every word.
Evey: You really think that blowing up Parliament is going to make this country a better place.
V: There's no certainty, only opportunity.
Evey: Well, I think you can be certain if anyone does show up, Creedy will black bag every one of them.
V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.
Evey: And you are going to make that happen by blowing up a building.
V: The building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. Alone a symbol is meaningless, but with enough people, blowing up a building can change the world.

Evey: [watching a news report about Prothero's death] V, yesterday I couldn't find my ID. You didn't take it, did you?
V: Would you prefer a lie or the truth?
Evey: Did you have anything to do with... that?
V: Yes, I killed him.
Evey: You...? Oh god.
V: You're upset.
Evey: I'm upset? You just said you killed Lewis Prothero!
V: I might have killed the fingerman that attacked you, but I heard no objection then.
Evey: What?
V: Violence can be used for good.
Evey: What are you talking about?
V: Justice.
Evey: Oh. I see.
V: There is no court in this country for men like Prothero.
Evey: Are you going to kill more people?
V: Yes.

Evey: [reads] Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
V: [translates] By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.
Evey: Personal motto?
V: From "Faust".
Evey: That's about trying to cheat the devil, isn't it?
V: It is.

[When killing the Reverend/Bishop][quoting Shakespeare's Richard III, Act I Scene 3]
V: And thus I clothe my naked villainy / With old odd ends stolen forth from holy writ/And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

Gordon Deitrich: You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

[Delia Surridge gets up from sleep sensing V in the room]
Delia: It's you, isn't it? You have come to kill me?
V: Yes.
Delia: Thank God.
[Returning back to Delia Bedroom]
Delia: After what happened, after what they did, I thought about killing myself. I knew that one day you would come for me. I didn't know what they were going to do. I swear to you. Read my journal.
V: What they did was only possible because of you.
Delia: Oppenheimer was able to change more than the course of a war. He changed the entire course of human history. Is it wrong to hold on to that kind of hope?
V: I have not come for what you hoped to do. I've come for what you did.
Delia: It's funny, I was given one of your roses today. I wasn't sure you were the terrorist until I saw it. What a strange coincidence that I should be given one today.
V: There are no coincidences, Delia. only the illusion of coincidence. I have another rose and this one is for you.
Delia: [V gives her a rose] You going to kill me now?
V: I killed you 10 minutes ago
[shows her hypodermic needle]
V: While you slept.
Delia: Is there any pain?
V: No.
Delia: Thank you. Is it meaningless to apologize?
V: Never.
Delia: I'm so sorry.
[Delia dies]

[Finch reads through Delia's Journal]
Delia: November the 5th. It started last night, around midnight. The first explosion which tore open the entire medical section. All my work... gone. I was trying to understand how it could have happened then I saw him, the man from Room 5. He looked at me, not with eyes, there were no eyes. But I know he was looking at me because I felt it. Oh God, What have I done.

Evey: What is that you're making?
Gordon Deitrich: We call it "eggie in the basket". My mum used to make them.
Evey: This is weird.
Gordon: What?
Evey: The first morning I was with him, he made me eggs just like this.
Gordon: Really?
Evey: I swear.
Gordon: That is a strange coincidence. Although, there's an obvious explanation.
Evey: There is?
Gordon: Yes, Evey. I am V. At last you know the truth. You're stunned, I know. It's hard to believe isn't it, that beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. Viva la revolution!
Evey: That is NOT funny, Gordon.
Gordon: [sighs] Yeah, I know. I'm useless without a studio audience.

Interrogator: Do you know why you're here, Evey Hammond?
Evey: No please...
Interrogator: You've been formally charged with three counts of murder, the bombing of government property, conspiracy to commit terrorism, treason, and sedition. The penalty for which is death by firing squad. You have one chance and only one chance to save your life. You must tell us the identity or whereabouts of codename V. If your information leads to his capture, you will be released from this facility immediately. Do you understand what I'm telling you? You can return to your life, Miss Hammond. All you have to do is cooperate. [pauses] Process her.

Valerie: I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don't think I'll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write and God, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain. I passed my 11 Plus and went to girls' grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn't. In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life and in 2015 I starred in my first film, The Salt Flats. It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box and our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life. But America's war grew worse and worse and eventually it came to London. After that there were no roses any more. Not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening, while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. I remember how "different" became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

Interrogator: I am instructed to inform you that you have been convicted by special tribunal and that unless you are ready to offer your cooperation you are to be executed. Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Evey: Yes.
Interrogator: Are you ready to cooperate?
Evey: No.
Interrogator: Very well. Escort Ms. Hammond back to her cell. Arrange a detail of six men and take her out behind the chemical shed and shoot her.

Guard: It's time.
Evey: I'm ready.
Guard: Look all they want is one little piece of information, just give them something, anything.
Evey: Thank you, but I'd rather die behind the chemical sheds.
Guard: Then you have no fear any more. You're completely free.

[Evey enters the Shadow Gallery]
V: Hello, Evey.
Evey: You. It was you.
V: Yeah.
Evey: That wasn't real... Is Gordon - ?
V: I'm sorry, but Mr. Deitrich's dead. I thought they'd arrest him, but when they found a Koran in his house, they had him executed.
Evey: [whispers] Oh God...
V: Fortunately, I got to you before they did.
Evey: You got to me? You did this to me? You cut my hair? You tortured me? You tortured me! Why?
V: You said you wanted to live without fear. I wish there'd been an easier way, but there wasn't.
Evey: [whispers] Oh my God...?
V: I know you may never forgive me... but nor will you understand how hard it was for me to do what I did. Every day I saw in myself everything you see in me now. Every day I wanted to end it, but each time you refused to give in, I knew I couldn't.
Evey: You're SICK! You're EVIL!
V: YOU could've ended it, Evey, you could've given in. But you didn't. Why?
Evey: Leave me alone! I HATE you!
V: That's it! See, at first I thought it was hate, too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all my hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me... just as it happened to you.
Evey: Shut up! I DON'T want to hear your lies!
V: Your own father said that artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
Evey: No.
V: What was true in that cell is just as true now. What you felt in there has nothing to do with me.
Evey: I can't feel ANYTHING any more!
V: Don't run from it, Evey. You've been running all your life.
Evey: [gasps] I can't... can't breathe. Asthma... asthma! When I was little...
V: Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it. They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you. They put you in a cell and took everything they could take except your life. And you believed that was all there was, didn't you? The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn't, was it?
Evey: [sobs] Oh please...?
V: You found something else. In that cell you found something that mattered more to you than life. It was when they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted... you told them you'd rather die. You faced your death, Evey. You were calm. You were still. Try to feel now what you felt then.
Evey: [breathes heavily] Oh God... I felt...
V: Yes?
Evey: I'm dizzy. I need air. Please, I need to be outside.
V: There is a lift that will take us to the roof.
[On the roof, while Evey is standing in the rain]
Evey: God is in the rain...

Evey: I can't stay here.
V: I know. Well, you won't find any more locked doors here.

V: What was done to me was monstrous.
Evey: And they created a monster.

V: [Disguised as William Rookwood, meeting with Inspector Finch] Our story begins, as these stories often do, with a young up-and-coming politician. He's a deeply religious man and a member of the conservative party. He is completely single-minded and has no regard for the political process. The more power he attains the more obvious his zealotry and the more aggressive his supporter become. Eventually, his party launches a special project in the name of 'national security'. At first, it is believed to be a search for biological weapons and it is pursued without regard to its cost. However, the true goal of the project is power, complete and total hegemonic domination. The project, however, ends violently... but the efforts of those involved are not in vain, for a new ability to wage war is born from the blood of one of their victims. Imagine a virus - the most terrifying virus you can, and then imagine that you and you alone have the cure. But if your ultimate goal is power, how best to use such a weapon? It is at this point in our story that along comes a spider. He is a man seemingly without a conscience; for whom the ends always justify the means and it is he who suggests that their target should not be an enemy of the country but rather the country itself. Three targets are chosen to maximize the effect of the attack: a school, a tube station, and a water-treatment plant. Several hundred die within the first few weeks. Fuelled by the media, fear and panic spread quickly fracturing and dividing the country. Until at last the true goal comes into view. Before the St. Mary's crisis, no one would have predicted the results of the elections that year. No one. And not long after the election, lo and behold, a miracle. Some believed that it was the work of God himself, but it was a pharmaceutical company controlled by certain party members made them all obscenely rich. A year later, several extremists are tried, found guilty, and executed while a memorial is built to canonize their victims. For the end result, the true genius of the plan was the fear. Fear became the ultimate tool of this government. And through it our politician was ultimately appointed to the newly created position of High Chancellor. The rest, as they say, is history.
Finch: Can you prove any of this?
V: Why do you think I'm still alive?
Finch: Right. We'd like to take you into protective custody, Mr. Rookwood.
V: Oh, I'm sure you would. But if you want that recording, you'll do what I tell you to do. Put Creedy under 24 hour surveillance. When I feel safe that he can't pick his nose without you knowing, I'll contact you again. Till then, cheerio.
Finch: Rookwood. Why didn't you come forward earlier? What were you waiting for?
V: For you, Inspector. I needed you.

Little Glasses Girl: [camera follows many BFC trucks delivering packages to front doors all over London] I'll get it.
BFC courier: [at Finch's door] Eric Finch?
Finch: Yeah.
Finch: [opens box: One of V's Guy Fawkes masks is inside, along with a spare costume] Bloody hell...
Finch: [at police HQ] How many went out?
Dominic: So far we count eight box cars: several hundred THOUSAND at least.
Finch: Christ.
Sutler: [cut to shot of little girl playing in street wearing V's costume] I want anyone caught with one of those masks arrested!
Convenience Store V: [man wearing a V mask is robbing a convenience store] Give me the money! Give me the f*****g money!
Dominic: [police HQ: all phones are ringing off the hook] We're under siege here, the whole city's gone mad!
Finch: [dawning realization] This is exactly what he wants.
Dominic: What?
Convenience Store V: Anarchy in the UK!
[fires gun into air]
Finch: Chaos.

Finch: The problem is, he knows us better than we know ourselves. That's why I went to Larkhill, last night.
Dominic: But that's outside quarantine.
Finch: I had to see it. There wasn't much left. But when I was there it was strange. I suddenly had this feeling that everything was connected. It's like I could see the whole thing, one long chain of events that stretched all the way back before Larkhill. I felt like I could see everything that happened, and everything that is going to happen. It was like a perfect pattern, laid out in front of me. And I realised we're all part of it, and all trapped by it.
Dominic: So do you know what's gonna happen?
Finch: No, it was a feeling. But I can guess. With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty. And then Sutler will be forced to do the only thing he knows how to do. At which point, all V needs to do is keep his word. And then...
[Dominoes collapse with TV footages showing conflicts between rioting citizens and the anti-riot police]

V: May I enquire as to how you have avoided detection?
Evey: A fake ID works better than a Guy Fawkes mask.

V: Would you... dance with me?
Evey: Now? On the eve of your revolution?
V: A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!

Dascomb: Chancellor, there is a contingency that has not been addressed.
Sutler: And what is that, Mr. Dascomb?
Dascomb: Should the terrorist succeed...
Sutler: He won't!
Dascomb: I understand that it is highly unlikely, but if he does...
Sutler: If he does, and something happens to that building, the only thing that will change, the only difference it will make is that tomorrow morning, instead of a newspaper I will be reading Mr. Creedy's resignation!

V: [Quoting Viola from Twelfth Night Act I Scene 2] Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent.

Dominic: What do you think will happen?
Finch: What usually happens when people without guns stand up to people with guns.

V: The time has come for me to meet my maker and to repay him in kind for all that he's done.

V: At last, we finally meet. I have something for you, Chancellor; a farewell gift. For all the things you've done, for the things you might have done, and for the only thing you have left.
[V places a scarlet carson on Sutler's lapel]
V: Good-bye, Chancellor. Mr. Creedy...
Creedy: [leveling his pistol at Sutler's head] Disgusting.
[Creedy shoots Sutler]
Creedy: Now that's done with. It's time to have a look at your face. Take off your mask.
V: No.
Creedy: Defiant to the end, huh? You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. You're like me.
V: The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is we're both about to die.
Creedy: How do you imagine that's gonna happen?
V: With my hands around your neck.
Creedy: Bollocks. Whatchya gonna do, huh? We've swept this place. You've got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns.
V: No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer be standing, because if I am you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.
Creedy: That's impossible. Kill him.
[the fingermen open fire on V, but he still stands after their clips are empty]
V: My turn.
[after a hail of gunfire doesn't stop V]
Creedy: Die! Die! Why won't you die?... Why won't you die?
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

Evey: I don't want you to die.
V: That's the most beautiful thing you could have ever given me.

Finch: Why are you doing this?
Evey: Because he was right.
Finch: About what?
Evey: That the world needs more than just a building right now. It needs hope.
Evey: Tell me... do you like music, Mr. Finch?

Finch: Who was he?
Evey: He was Edmond Dantés... and he was my father. And my mother... my brother... my friend. He was you... and me. He was all of us.

Evey: No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

Closing Credits Music Voiceover
[Excerpts from "On Black Power" by Malcolm X] Male: Concerning non-violence: It is criminal to teach man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks.
[Excerpts from "Address to the women of America" by Gloria Steinem] Female: Sex and Race, because they are easy, visible differences, have been the primary ways of organising human beings into superior and inferior groups and into the cheap labour on which this system still depends. We are talking about a society in which there will be no roles other than those chosen, or those earned. We are really talking about Humanism.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Charles Babbage

Charles Babbage (26th December 1791 - 18 October 1871) was a eccentric British genius who was known for developing the blueprint for the modern computer. For more information on him, you can check it up in Wikipedia by clicking HERE. One of his quotes I found interesting and here it goes:

Propose to an Englishman any principle, or any instrument, however admirable, and you will observe that the whole effort of the English mind is directed to find a difficulty, a defect, or an impossibility in it. If you speak to him of a machine for peeling potato, he will pronounce it impossible: if you peel a potato with it before his eyes, he will declare it useless, because it will not slice a pineapple.

The above quote was taken from the book 'The Code Book' which was authored by 'Simon Singh'.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Swordfish (2001)

The action sequences of this movie have been really impressive. I can't get enough of the explosive scene in which the camera revolves roughly 250 degrees in pause/slow motion. This movie doesnot contain much quotes but has amazing delivery especially by John Travolta. This 99 minute movie contains good number of known actors but really showed me how good Hugh Jackman can play in a different role (The previous being Wolverine in X-Men). The main characters in this movie are Gabriel Shear (John Travolta), Stanley Jobson (Hugh Jackman), Ginger Knowles (Halle Berry), Agent J.T. Roberts (Don Cheadle), Marco (Vinnie Jones), Axl Torvalds (Rudolf Martin). The music really blends with each and every scene. For instance, John Travolta's entry scene from the convertible into the club; Halle Berry's entrance from the red convertible in her red dress and many other scenes. Now here are some of the quotes in order of appearance.

Gabriel Shear: You know what the problem with Hollywood is? They make shit. Unbelievable, unremarkable shit. Now I'm not some grungy wannabe filmmaker that's searching for existentialism through a haze of bong smoke or something. No, it's easy to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing, and a purely moronic stringing together of words that many of the studios term as "prose". No, I'm talking about the lack of realism. Realism; not a pervasive element in today's modern American cinematic vision. Take Dog Day Afternoon, for example. Arguably Pacino's best work, short of Scarface and Godfather Part 1, of course. Masterpiece of directing, easily Lumet's best. The cinematography, the acting, the screenplay, all top-notch. But... they didn't push the envelope. Now what if in Dog Day, Sonny REALLY wanted to get away with it? What if - now here's the tricky part - what if he started killing hostages right away? No mercy, no quarter. "Meet our demands or the pretty blonde in the bellbottoms gets it the back of the head." Bam, splat! What, still no bus? Come on! How many innocent victims splattered across a window would it take to have the city reverse its policy on hostage situations? And this is 1976; there's no CNN, there's no CNBC, there's no Internet! Now fast forward to today, present time, same situation. How quickly would the modern media make a frenzy over this? In a matter of hours, it'd be biggest story from Boston to Budapest! Ten hostages die, twenty, thirty; bam bam, right after another, all caught in high-def, computer-enhanced, color corrected. You can practically taste the brain matter. All for what? A bus, a plane? A couple of million dollars that's federally insured? I don't think so. Just a thought. I mean, it's not within the realm of conventional cinema... but what if?

Stanley Jobson: Well, well, well. Who you supposed to be?
Ginger Knowles: I'm Ginger.
Stanley: Ginger, Huh! Where's Gilligan?
Ginger: For someone the NSA once listed as the most dangerous hacker in America. Sure don't look like much? Surprised? I know everything there is to know about you Stan.

Axl Torvalds: He exists in a world beyond your world. What we only fantasize, he does. He lives a life where nothing is beyond him. But you know what? It's all a facade. For all his charm and charisma, his wealth, his expensive toys... he's a driven, unflinching, calculating machine. He takes what he wants, when he wants... and disappears.
Roberts: So how do I find him?
Axl Torvalds: You don't find him, he finds you. Here's how it works. His people pick me up, they take me to him. Then he tells me what he wants me to do. I do the job right there. I get paid and I leave.

Ginger: You know, you should really have let me buy you a suit, Stanley.
Stanley: I'm happy with what I'm wearing, thank you.
Ginger: Ignorance is bliss.

Gabriel: Big Stan! Nice suit.
Stanley: Thanks.
Gabriel: They say it's the suit that makes the man.
Stanley: Buy it?
Gabriel: Hope not!

Gabriel: Have you ever heard of Harry Houdini? Well he wasn't like today's magicians who are only interested in television ratings. He was an artist. He could make an elephant disappear in the middle of a theater filled with people, and do you know how he did that? Misdirection.
Stanley: What the f*** are you talking about?
Gabriel: Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.

Stanley: How can you justify all this?
Gabriel: You're not looking at the big picture Stan. Here's a scenario. You have the power to cure all the world's diseases but the price for this is that you must kill a single innocent child, could you kill that child Stanley?
Stanley: No.
Gabriel: You disappoint me, it's the greatest good.
Stanley: Well how about 10 innocents?
Gabriel: Now you're getting it, how about a hundred - how about a THOUSAND? Not to save the world but to preserve our way of life.
Stanley: No man has the right to make that decision; you're no different from any other terrorist.
Gabriel: No, you're wrong Stanley. Thousands die every day for no reason at all, where's your bleeding heart for them? You give your twenty dollars to Greenpeace every year thinking you're changing the world? What countries will harbor terrorists when they realize the consequences of what I'll do? Did you know that I can buy nuclear warheads in Minsk for forty million each? Hell, I'd buy half a dozen and even get a discount!

Stanley: It's not gonna end like this.
Gabriel: Oh, come on, Stan. Not everything ends the way you think it should. Besides, audiences love happy endings.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Just Like Heaven (2005)

The story line for this movie is nice, slightly old as it was released in September 2005. The cast is not that famous but are known starring Reese Witherspoon, Mark Ruffalo and Donal Logue (Yes, the guy from "Grounded for Life"). The characters of Elizabeth Masterson is played by Reese Witherspoon, David Abbott (Mark Ruffalo), Jack Houriskey (Donal Logue) and Darryl (Jon Heder). This is a romantic comedy with a touch of fantasy. Liked some of the quotes of this 95 minute movie (1 hour and 35 minutes). The following quotes are in proper order.

David Abbott: Spirit awake, spirit partake, spirit without fear, spirit appear. Are you here? Come on, I think you're here. Okay. I've got a hot moist cup of coffee in my hand, there is no coaster on this table. I am going to set it down on this lovely Mahogany.
Elizabeth Masterson: Don't you dare!
David: Aaha! We... we need to talk.
Elizabeth: About what?
David: Has it crossed your mind that there might be something a little OFF about the way you have been spending your days?
Elizabeth: Actually Yes. It is really weird having a squatter in your living room!
David: I am not... Okay let's start over. Hi, I am David Abbott and you are.
Elizabeth: I am... [looking at the coffee cup on the table] I am Elizabeth. My name's Elizabeth.
David: You, you, you didn't know that. You, you had to read that.
Elizabeth: I think I know my own name.
David: Okay! When was the last time that you remember actually talking to someone other than me.
Elizabeth: The other day? The other day!
David: And when you are not here, what do you do with the rest of your day?
Elizabeth: Well certainly a lot more than you do. That's for sure.
David: Let's not stray from the point here, Lizzy.
Elizabeth: Don't call me Lizzy! I am not in Kindergarten. My name is Elizabeth.
David: You think? Let me ask you. Has anything DRAMATIC happened to you recently?
Elizabeth: Like what?
David: I don't know, like DYING maybe.
Elizabeth: How dare you say that to me?
David: Okay, calm down!
Elizabeth: Get your hands off of me, you pervert.
David: Calm down. I am not... I am not here to hurt you. I am... I am trying to help you to face the fact that you are...
Elizabeth: I am not dead.
David: Look around you. There should be a bright light nearby.
Elizabeth: There's no light.
David: Walk into the light, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: There is no light. I am not dead. I think I would know if I was dead. [Realising that she is standing in the center of the table] What's happening to me?
Elizabeth: Stop saying that.
David: Missed! [Putting her hand through his head] Okay, okay that's enough. That's enough. You're just giving me a headache. Get off of me. [Avoiding her hand] Okay. Alright. It's not my fault your the way you are. I just want you out of my house.
Elizabeth: YOU GET OUT!
[Elizabeth goes through the wall and falls down and now David looking through the window]
[Turning around, David surprisingly finds Elizabeth standing]
Elizabeth: I'm not leaving.

Father Flanagan: [while splashing holy water on the wood floor] The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!
Elizabeth Masterson: [to David] He can't even see me.
David Abbott: [To the priest] A little more left.
Elizabeth: You're mopping that up.
David: [To the priest]More, more.

David: That's it! You just sit there.
Darryl: Heh! You want bells and whistles or a reading.
Elizabeth: Oh come on! He can't see me either. For some hideous reason only you can.
Darryl: Okay, there is something. Definitely a presence.
Elizabeth: How original? Tell me more?
Darryl: It's hostile, wants you out of here.
Elizabeth: Actually he's [Darryl] not bad.
Darryl: You [David] should move, dude.
David: I should move?
Darryl: I would.
Elizabeth: I like him.
David: No I'm not going to move.
Darryl: Can't you feel that man. There's like this cancer causing ray of spirit hate searing right towards your body.
Elizabeth: This kid's got a gift.
David: I'm not moving.
Darryl: Why not? It's not like its that great an apartment.
Elizabeth: What?
David: Yes, it is.
Elizabeth: It's got a view.
David: and a fire place.
Darryl: Whatever dude? Yo! Do you have like a diet or anything, I am like 99.9% parched, could really use a cola.
David: Come on. [Conversation now shifts to the Kitchen] Move out. That can't be it. Could you please talk to her and tell her she should pass on.
Elizabeth: [mimicking David] Could you please talk to her.
David: I am ignoring you.
Elizabeth: I am ignoring you.
David: She won't accept that she's dead. I told her to walk to the light, she wouldn't do it.
Elizabeth: That's because there is no light. God! your infuriating.
Darryl: Wait, what's going on?
David: Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.
Elizabeth: You know what, do you think I like this, do you think this is easy for me. I know something is different, something is not right, I am walking through wall here.
Darryl: Okay, You know I don't think I can help you. This is one of the most alive spirits I have ever been around. She's not going anywhere.
David: What do you mean?
Darryl: I agree with her, dude. She's not dead. [Now looking at David] But you, ohhh! You got to deal with this... seriously it's like the darkest aura I have ever seen, sucking the life right out of you. It's killing you man. You have to let her go dude.
David: How can I when she won't leave?
Darryl: Not your spirit girl. I am talking about the other one. The one you're keeping in here. That's what really haunting you, isn't it?
David: I don't want to talk about that.
Elizabeth: Oh! I get it. You were dumped, probably for some guy who doesn't have a couch fused to his ass.
David: Shut up.
Elizabeth: What, you can dish it out but you can't take it. You bring Father Flanagan and the whole joy luck club in here to get rid of me. But I just talk about you getting dumped once.
David: You don't know what the hell you are talking about. SHUT THE HELL UP.
Darryl: Sorry for your lose, bro. [Making himself heard by Elizabeth] A word to the wise girl, show some respect for the dead.

David: Awkhh! Why are you still here?
Elizabeth: Scary question! I have no idea. Why are you the only one that can see me?
David: Don't ask me?
Elizabeth: All I know is this when I am not with you, I don't exist. Oh my god, may be I am dead?
David: Oh come on now. I am sorry that I said that you are dead. May be you're not dead, may be you're just very light.
Elizabeth: If only I could remember something about who I am or was. Then I would know once and for all. I am trying to figure it out. I just can't do it by myself.
David: You're not asking me to help you. Are you?
Elizabeth: Look you have two realities to choose from. First one being that a woman has come into you life in a very unconventional way and she happens to need your assistance. The second one is that you are an insane person and you are sitting on a park bench right now talking to yourself.
David: I think I prefer the first one.
Elizabeth: Okay. Let's find out who I am.

David: Check it out.
Elizabeth: What is it?
David: New leads. Look there is an address written down here, I can't make that out. Is that a five or a six?
Elizabeth: I think it's a fi... si... si... no no no, that a five. Definitely a five. So we have address, a dry cleaning ticket and a book of matches. You know what that means?
David: We could start a very small fire.
Elizabeth: There is still hope.

David: Four Twenty Five, I think. Look familiar?
Elizabeth: Not really.
David: Hello.
Donald Willis: Can I help you?
David: Hi. This might sound a little odd, but I was wondering if you knew a certain woman, blond, about five foot one
Elizabeth: two
David: two
Elizabeth: and a half
David: and a half
Donald: Oh my god, who are you?
David: I don't know you.
Donald: Did my wife hire you?
David: I am sorry, what???
Donald: I knew she would find out. Whatever she is paying you, I will double it. Anything you want.
David: I am not looking for money, sir.
[Donald's wife calling from the inside of the house]
Wife: Donald. Who is it?
Donald: That's her, come back tonight around six, I will have a cheque waiting.
[Donald closes the door, now moving towards the vehicle]
David: Wow! Hmph!
Elizabeth: What? Oh you don't think that I actually had sex with that old horn-dog.
David: Kind of looks that way, Lizzie.
Elizabeth: It's Elizabeth and that's disgusting.
David: Well, look on the bright side. At 6 o'clock I am coming into some money.
[David opening the passenger door of the vehicle for Elizabeth to get in]
Elizabeth: Thank you!
David: Your welcome!
Elizabeth: Oh my god! May be I was a slut. A lonely home wrecking slut.

[Standing outside the restaurant]
Elizabeth: David, this is it.
David: You recognise it, good.
[After entering the restaurant]
Elizabeth: This is Mousses, I loved this restaurant.
David: You ate here a lot.
Elizabeth: No!
David: No?
Elizabeth: I never did. I remember looking in that window and wishing I could eat in here.
David: What, were you a homeless street urchin? Why didn't you?
Elizabeth: I wanted to, I just never got around to it. May be the dry cleaner guy was right about me?
Maitre D': Hello, can I help you?
David: Ah! no, no, Thank you, may be some other time.
[Kenny hits into a waiter and falls on the floor]
Maitre D': Ivan call 911. We need an ambulance. Is he breathing?
Kenny's friend: I can't tell.
Waitress: May be we should do mouth to mouth.
Maitre D': Oh god, we need a doctor. We really have to find a doctor. Is there a doctor here, anyone?
Elizabeth: Feel his chest.
David: What?
Elizabeth: His chest? Check and see if its blotted.
David: How will I know?
Elizabeth: Just do it.
David: [Talking to the crowd] Excuse me, Pardon me, I need to feel his chest.
Elizabeth: Can you feel his ribs?
David: No, but I can if I press down.
Maitre D': What are you doing?
Elizabeth: Does he feel blotted?
David: I think so.
Maitre D': Think what?
Elizabeth: Tell them that you need a sharp parry knife and a bottle of vodka.
David: I am going to need a sharp parry knife and a bottle of vodka.
Maitre D': Ivan!
Ivan: Yeah! I got that.
Maitre D': Whats wrong with him?
Elizabeth: It's a tension pneumothorax
David: I think it's a tension nemothax, sir.
Elizabeth: Pneumothorax.
David: Nuemathax, sir!
Elizabeth: Pneumothorax!
David: Numathurman.
Elizabeth: Never mind!
David: Never mind!
Maitre D': But what is it?
Elizabeth: The air is escaping out of his lungs into his chest.
David: The air is escaping out of his lungs into his chest.
Elizabeth: Open his shirt.
David: Open his shirt.
Elizabeth: No you do it.
David: I will do it.
Elizabeth: There is a valve at the opening of the lungs. If it doesn't close, then it constricts the lungs and compresses the rest of the organs. Now, I want you to feel for his ribs again, a little bit lower. The spot between two ribs, do you feel that.
David: Aaha!
Elizabeth: Okay, splash some vodka on it. Alright. Get the knife.
David: Can I ask everyone just to stand back a lit bit here, just little bit further please, lit bit, little bit further. Thank you. Now what am I doing with a knife?
Elizabeth: You're going to make an incision.
David: You know what, NO.
Elizabeth: David, this man's life is at stake.
David: I... I can't stab a man.
Elizabeth: Okay, there's nothing to be afraid off. You're just going to make a small hole for the air to escape. Just put the knife on that spot.
David: Oh my god! How do you know this?
Elizabeth: I don't know, I just do, Now do it. Put the knife there and you're going to push harder than that, a little bit harder.
David: Oh god.
Elizabeth: Okay, Okay, good, that's enough. And now take the pore out of the vodka bottle.
David: What?
Elizabeth: Alright, you're doing good. Now...
David: Hold on. [Drinking the vodka from the bottle] Go!
Elizabeth: Put the pore in the hole that you made.
David: What?
Elizabeth: It's going to keep the wound open so the air can escape. Just do it.
David: I can't.
Elizabeth: Do it. [Kenny starts breathing with the air passing through the pore] He's breathing.
David: He's breathing. He's breathing.
Elizabeth: I'm a doctor.
David: I'm a doctor.
Maitre D': I know. Thank god. The ambulance will be here right away.
Elizabeth: Ask him where the nearest hospital is.
David: Do you know where the nearest hospital is?
Maitre D': Just a few blocks from here, St. Mathew's.
Elizabeth: St. Mathew's. [Leaving the restaurant] I may have been a lonely home wrecking whore but I saved lives. David, I worked in that hospital. I know it, it sounds so familiar.
David: I have never saved a life before.
Elizabeth: It's the best. One minute you looking at this monitor and it says game over and then you bring it back. Its... Its like a little blip and its there.
David: What... What's that?
Elizabeth: Oh, that just a little blood.
David: Aaah! [Fainting]

Elizabeth: Oh no, its Fran. She's my mentor. They wouldn't send us up here if it wasn't bad.
Fran: Mr. Abbott.
David: Hi, yes.
Fran: Fran well.
David: Nice to meet you.
Fran: You have been enquiring about Elizabeth Masterson.
David: Ah yaa, that's right. Could you tell me what happened to her?
Fran: Well, first I need to know about your relationship with her?
Elizabeth: Tell her, you're my boyfriend. She can't tell you anything unless we are intimately connected.
David: We were romantic with each other.
Fran: What do you mean?
David: You know boyfriend - girlfriend.
Fran: I know what romantic means but I... I have a hard time believing that.
Elizabeth: What?
David: What?
Elizabeth: Why?
David: Why?
Fran: Elizabeth's whole life was this hospital.
Elizabeth: Was, did she say 'was'.
Fran: I don't know if she was on a single date that she had ever been on.
David: Well. We were fairly recent. I live in her apartment.
Elizabeth: David.
David: Building.
Fran: So you don't know about the accident?
David: Accident?
Elizabeth: Oh god David, I remember it, it was awful.
David: I was... I have been away.
Fran: It was three months ago.
David: three months... I am sorry. I was away for a while on business.

David: Darryl!
Darryl: Dude! Wow, wow, wow, the spirits with you, isn't it? You can bring that thing in here, what your thinking, bro?
David: Listen man, you were right about her. She's alive.
Darryl: Righteous.
David: But she's in a coma and her family is going to take her off life support.
Darryl: Not so righteous. So what, are you guys socialising now?
David: We've acclimated.
Darryl: Yaa. I can tell. In fact, I am sensed some intense feeling she has for you, bro.
David: Really?
Elizabeth: No I don't.
Darryl: Oow! Major Red aura, somebody's embarrassed.
Elizabeth: I am not. Can we focus here?
David: Okay.
Elizabeth: Ask him, is there a spell
David: or a chant
Elizabeth: electric shock
David: anything to
Elizabeth: get her spirit
David: back into her body
Darryl: Wow, you totally asking the wrong questions, man.
David: Why is that wrong?
Darryl: Look, I have a gift. I didn't ask for it but I do. I can sense these things, spirits, whatever you want to call. Why they hang around here in the first place, that's their unfinished business?
David: So do I have the gift?
Darryl: Dude, please, you definitely not have it. You're a civilian.
David: But if I don't have it, how is that I can see her and talk to her when no one else can?
Darryl: Exactly.
David: Exactly what?
Darryl: That's the right question.

Elizabeth: It's just funny because the one time when I completely failed at something, I had more fun than I had ever in my life.
David: You look happy.
Elizabeth: I was happy. But what was I doing with the rest of my time. When I think about my life and I.. all I can remember is working. You know, working and working and trying so hard and for what?
David: You help people, you save lives.
Elizabeth: Yaa, including my own. I saved my life for later. I just... I never thought there wouldn't be a later.
David: No, don't say that. There's still time, okay. We are going to see this lady. This...
Elizabeth: You know, I just don't want to spend my last night crying or fighting my fate. I want to do something with you.
David: Okay. Okay, great. What do you want to do? You want to fly to Paris, see the Eiffel tower. No problem. You want to dance on a beach in Bali. Let's go, let's do it, anywhere, anywhere in the world. We will take Mastercard or Visa, anywhere.
Elizabeth: There is something that I would like to do.
David: Anything.
Elizabeth: I am so bad at this.
David: What, what is it?
[David and Elizabeth are lying in bed facing each other]
David: You nervous.
Elizabeth: A little.
David: Why?
Elizabeth: I don't know.
David: How can you be nervous when I can't even touch you?
Elizabeth: I think I am more nervous because you can touch me.
David: Why?
Elizabeth: You know, in the hospital when you touched my hand. I felt it, I am.. my spirit felt it. I don't know how but I think if you really could touched me, I might wake up from all of this.
[Touching each others palm]
David: I can almost feel that.
Elizabeth: Me too. I think I know what my unfinished business is.
David: What?
Elizabeth: You.

Jack Houriskey: Even if she was real. do you know what you are risking for this woman?
David: Yes.
Jack: Why?
David: Because I love her, I love her.[Looking at Elizabeth] I do, I love you.
Elizabeth: No one's ever said that to me before.

Elizabeth: David?
David: What?
Elizabeth: Tell him thank you.
David: We're really grateful, Jack.
Jack: I'm not doing it for you.
David: Then why are you doing it?
Jack: Because someday, trust me, I'm gonna need help moving a body. When that day comes, I don't want hear any shit from you.

Jack: [in the process of stealing Elizabeth's body, sees that David has just punched out Brett] Oh god David, the felonies just keep piling up!

Thursday, May 17, 2007

The Holiday (2006)

This movie I had seen with my friends in the theater and liked the quotes throughout the movie. The actors in this movie are Kate Winslet, Cameron Diaz, Jude Law, Jack Black and others. The duration of the whole movie is 2 hours 18 minutes. Pretty long movie but the quotes below is from some of the scenes. Here are the quotes in the proper order of appearance:

Iris: I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." Oh! What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man [Looking at Jasper] for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and Valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I have been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.

Narrator: Amanda Woods is proud to present "The Life". She had it all, the job, the house, the guy. This holiday season find out what Amanda doesn't have.

Arthur Abbott: You know what I have been asking myself all night.
Iris: What? Why I am bothering you with all these questions?
Arthur: I am wondering, Why a beautiful girl like you would go to stranger's house for her Christmas vacation. And on top of that spend a Saturday night with an old ka-ka like me.
Iris: Well, I... I just wanted to get away from the people, I see all the time. Well not all the people, one person. I wanted to get away from one guy, an ex-boyfriend who just got engaged and forgot to tell me. I am Sorry!
Arthur: So he's a schmuck.
Iris: As a matter of fact, he is a huge Schmuck. How did you know?
Arthur: He let you go. This is not a hard one to figure out. Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend.
Iris: You are so right. You are supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for god's sake! Arthur, I have been going to a therapist for three years, and she's never explained anything to me that well. That was brilliant, brutal, but brilliant. Thank you.

Narrator: Amanda Woods! She pushed every guy away every time. Its not, Will she ever change because she want to!

Amanda: Surprise!
Graham: Yeah, it is! Hi!
Amanda: Hi! So I was home doing nothing and thinking of you and I have realised that a little complication never hurt anyone. And then I thought maybe this isn't so complicated at all. And also I wanted to apologize, I am sorry, I didn't invite you in this afternoon. I don't know what that was about exactly. But whatever it was, I thought that I should just...[listening to some noise from inside the house] Oh my god! You're not alone, are you?
Graham: No, not actually. I am sorry!
Amanda: No... no, no, no. don't be. I shouldn't have just... Oh my... Seriously you donot worry about this. This is just me like being stupid.
[Sophie appearing besides Graham at the door]
Sophie: Who is it, Daddy?
Amanda: Daddy??
Graham: Yes, I am daddy. Amanda, this is my daughter Sophie. Sophie, this is my friend Amanda.
Amanda: Hi!
Sophie: How do you do?
Amanda: I'm fine. Thank you. How are you?
Sophie: Very well. Thank you. Do you want to come in?
Amanda: Oh no. I just....
[Olivia appearing besides Graham at the door]
Olivia: Hi.
Graham: Come here [Taking Olivia in his arms]
Olivia: Daddy, who is this?
Graham: This is Amanda. And Amanda, this is my youngest, Olivia.
Amanda: Hmmm... Oh... Sophie, Olivia.
[Sophie tugging Graham's shirt]
Sophie: Dad... Dad...
Graham: Sorry, yes, ofcourse come in.
Sophie: Come in.
Amanda: Oh... Okay.
Olivia: Daddy, can we still have hot chocolate, please?
Graham: Yes
Olivia: with baby marshmallows?
Graham: Yes...
Sophie: Dad, take her coat.
Graham: Yes. May I, may I...
Amanda: Oh! Sure, thanks. [Whispering to Graham] You're married? Tell me fast?
Graham: No!
[After taking off Amanda's coat]
Olivia: Wow!
Amanda: I know, I'm a tad over dressed.
Olivia: You look like my Barbie.
Amanda: Thanks!
Olivia: Is that for us?
Amanda: Yes, except I'm sorry for the wine.
Graham: I apologise for not having mentioned this earlier.
Amanda: You're D-I-V-O-R-C-E-D?
Graham: W-I-D-O-W-E-R! Two years ago.
Amanda: Oh!!
Graham: Amanda, are you by any chance at all into hot chocolate?
Amanda: As a matter of fact, I am totally into it.
Graham: Here you go Olivia.
Olivia: Thank you.
Graham: Blow on it, its hot. You too Soph.
Sophie: [pointing at Olivia] She has more marshmallows than me.
Graham: No, she doesn't. You each have five. [To Amanda] You have five too.
Amanda: Thank you.
[All giggling at Amanda due to the Milk moustache]
Amanda: What? Do I have something on my lip?
Sophie: Look there.
Amanda: O-O!
[Graham letting Olivia to sit on his lap]
Graham: Hello!
Olivia: Hello! Blow on mine.
[Hot chocolate spilling on Grahams clothes]
Graham: Aah!! Thank you. Excellent timing.
Olivia: Dad, do Mr. Napkinhead?
Graham: No. No. No.
Olivia and Sophie: Please... Do it.
Graham: Please? Okay, I'll do it quickly.
[Olivia kisses him on cheek]
Graham: Oh, thank you for that.
Olivia: You are welcome. Now do it.
Graham: Alright. Amanda, may I borrow your napkin please. Oh! [To Olivia] You pass me those glasses when I need them.
Sophie: Amanda. You are gonna love this. Its so funny. I mean don't miss your full chance for it.
Sophie: Amanda, guess what. We have a tent in our room.
Graham: No. No. Amanda will not be called into your tent.
Olivia: You don't like tents.
[Entering Sophie's and Olivia's room]
Amanda: Ah! This is seriously cool.
Olivia: Come inside.
Amanda: Wow.
Olivia: Lie Down.
Sophie: Here Amanda, you can use my pillow.
Olivia: Lie down.
Graham: Can you stop being so bossy?
Olivia: Lie down please.
[Olivia burps]
Graham: Oh... Very nice...
Olivia: Excuse me.
Amanda: This is an exceptionally great tent.
Graham: It's got something, hasn't it.
Sophie: It's cozy.
Amanda: Yeah. Who cut out all these beautiful stars?
Sophie: We did.
Olivia: The three Musketeers.
Olivia: Amanda?
Amanda: Yes.
Olivia: You smell lovely.
Amanda: Do I?
Olivia: yes, I love perfume but he won't let me wear it.
Graham: Because you already smell so good. So do you by the way.
Amanda: Thanks. But I am older so I guess I am allowed.
Graham: Exactly.
Olivia: I like your Eye Shadow.
Amanda: Thank you.
Olivia: And your lips.
Amanda: Thank you. It's new.
Olivia: What's it called?
Amanda: I think its called Berrykiss.
Olivia: Then Berrykiss it is.
Sophie: [Whispering]Berrykiss.
Amanda: It looks good on you.[to Olivia]
Sophie: Amanda, you know if you wanted to sleep over, that would be alright. We can push our beds together.
Amanda: That's so sweet of you to invite me, but maybe another time, will that be alright?
Sophie: Yes.
Graham: Too good [whispering to Sophie]
Olivia: We never have grownups here that are girls.
Sophie: I know.
Olivia: I really like it.
Sophie: Me too.
[Graham entering the study where Amanda is]
Graham: I can't imagine anyone being a bigger hit with my children.
Amanda: They are really great, Graham!
Graham: Sophie has unfortunately taken over the role of my protector. She's brilliant but I hate it when she worries about me. And Olivia is going to be a real bore buster which I must admit I kind of love about her.
Amanda: I am just trying to figure out why you didn't tell me about them.
Graham: Because I just don't usually tell women about them.
Amanda: But its just a little confusing because your the one who wanted to go out to lunch to know one another.
Graham: Oh! When you put it that way, it sounds awful. I have no defense except that until i get to know someone really well, it's easier for me to be a normal, single guy; because it is way too complicated to be who I really am. I'm a full-time dad. I'm a working parent. I'm a mother and a father. I'm a guy who reads parenting books and cookbooks before I go to sleep. I spend my weekends buying tutus. I'm learning to sew. I'm Mr. Napkin Head! I want some kind of constant overload and it helps to compartmentalise my life, just till i figure this out. This past weekend, the children were with their grandparents and when they are gone, i get to be somebody who doesn't have hot chocolate spill on his jeans. I have no idea how to date and be this. And I suppose there is, the possibility I am afraid of what another person might do to what we are and how we get from one day to the next.
Amanda: Yeah! I guess since I am leaving in a week, I so get you not telling me through.
Graham: I thought it would be hard to introduce them to someone I may never see again.
Amanda: Right! Because I am just someone you had sex with once and slept with twice.
Graham: Actually, I thought I was just someone you had sex with once and slept with twice.
Amanda: Oh man. We just went way past complicated.
Graham: Right, I am a book editor from London and you are a beautiful Movie trailer maker from L.A. We are worlds apart. I have a cow in the backyard.
Amanda: You have a cow!
Graham: Yeah. I sew and I have a cow. How is that for 'hard to relate to'?
Amanda: Pretty up there.
Graham: Exactly.

Iris: [Iris answers telephone] Hello?
Graham: So are you ever coming home?
Iris: Oh, my God, hi.
Graham: How's it going?
Iris: Great. I met a really nice guy.
Graham: See? And you said you'd never. What's he like?
Iris: He's really cute. I feel great when I'm with him, which is an entirely new experience. And he's about ninety years old.
Graham: Come on.
Iris: He's my next-door neighbor. Or Amanda's next-door neighbor. By the way you should pop over and meet her.
Graham: Yeah, I have, actually.
Iris: [Call waiting beeps] Oh, bugger. Call waiting. Can you hold for a sec? Hold on. I really wanna talk to you.
Graham: Sure.
Iris: [Iris switches to other call] Hello?
Amanda: Iris, hi, it's Amanda.
Iris: How are you? How's it going?
Amanda: Everything's great. How are you?
Iris: Oh, I'm loving it. Listen, can you hold for a sec? My brother's on the other line.
Amanda: Graham?
Iris: Yes. He said you met.
Amanda: Yes, we did meet. How is he?
Iris: Fine, I think. Can you just hold on for a sec?
Amanda: Sure.
Iris: [Iris switches calls] Okay. Hi, sorry. That was Amanda.
Graham: How'd she sound? How's she doing?
Iris: She just asked me how you are.
Graham: And what did you say?
Iris: I asked her to hold. Can I call you back?
Graham: I can hold while you speak to her.
Iris: Really?
Graham: Find out how she is.
Iris: Okay.
[Iris switches call]
Iris: My brother wants to know how you are.
Amanda: Can you tell him I'm good and that I'm just taking Charlie for a walk in the village. Um, what's he been up to? Did he say?
Iris: I'm not sure. Do you want me to ask him?
Amanda: Uh, sure.
Iris: Okay. Hold please.
[Iris switches call again]
Iris: I can't believe that you have had sex with the woman staying in my house!
Amanda: [Gasps] He told you that?
Iris: Oh, my God!
Amanda: Oh, my God!
Iris: Oh, my God! I thought I was talking to Graham! Can you just hold, please? I'm terribly sorry.
[Iris switches calls again]
Iris: I can't believe you had sex with Amanda! The one thing she asked me was, 'Are there any men in your town?', and I assured her that there were not. And then you meet her and immediately get into her knickers!
Amanda: Still me.
Iris: Bollocks! I must have lost him. Amanda, I am so sorry.
[Call waiting beeps]
Iris: Can I call you back?
Amanda: Sure.
Iris: Okay, bye.

Miles: Why do I always fall for the bad girl?
Iris: You didn't know that she was a bad girl.
Miles: I knew she wasn't good. [When being offered coffee] Do you have anything, a little bit stronger? [Now receiving the drink] Thank you. Let me rephrase this. Why am I attracted to a person I know isn't good?
Iris: I happen to know the answer to this. Because you're hoping you're wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and surprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she's not for you.
Miles: Exactly, and on top of that there's the old standby, I can't believe a girl like that would actually be with a guy like me. You know what she said to me tonight. She said, she finished in Santa Fe after 2 days and is being staying with whatever his name was; which means, she's been right here in town; which means when I spoke to her this morning on her cell and she said "I am looking out of my window and its snowing". She was in Santa Monica. What did she do, go to That must have made both of them scream with laughter. In the meantime, I sent her Christmas gift to Saint Fe yesterday. I stood in line at Fed Ex, made sure she got it on time. Uh! Classic, right? Look I don't want to ruin your Christmas Eve. You don't have to listen to this.
Iris: It's okay. I like the company. So how about some food? Shall I make us a little Christmas Petrocheni.
Miles: Sure
Iris: Listen, I know its hard to believe people when they say "I know how you feel". But I actually know how you feel. You see, I was seeing someone back in London. We work for the same newspaper and then I found out that he was also seeing this other girl, Sarah from the circulation department on the 19th floor. Turned out that he was not in love with me like I thought. What I am trying to say is, I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.
Miles: Phoof!!! What the F***? You need this more than I do. That's what your doing here, your getting over somebody.
Iris: Yeah! This is me in good shape.
Miles: Is this the guy who send you pages from his novel?
Iris: Yeah. He needs me.
Miles: So he stays in touch?
Iris: All the time.
Miles: So that makes it impossible to forget him; Which is great for him but sucks for you.
Iris: You see how great your life is compared to mine.
Miles: Okay, let's go. I making you some Petrochine. It is Christmas Eve and we are going to sit out on the Italia, make us a little fire, pop us a bubbly. We are going to celebrate being young and being alive. You with me, Simpkins?
Iris: Miles. You really are an incredibly decent man.
Miles: I know. It's always been my problem.

Jasper: You know what I was thinking? When you get back to London, maybe we could sneak off somewhere together. Maybe Venice. You and me in Venice could be good.
Iris: Do you mean that? I mean, are you free to do that?
Jasper: Darling, I've just traveled halfway across the world to see you, haven't I?
Iris: [Iris & Jasper almost kiss before Iris pulls away] Yeah, that doesn't exactly answer my questions. So, are you not with Sarah anymore? I mean, is that what you've come here to tell me?
Jasper: I wish you could just accept knowing how confused I am about all this.
Iris: Okay, let me translate that. So, you are still engaged to be married?
Jasper: Yes, but, I mean -
Iris: Oh, my God.
[Iris gets up from the couch]
Iris: This was a really close call. You know, I never thought I'd say this, literally never, but I think you were absolutely right about us. Very square peg, very round hole.
Jasper: You cannot mean that.
Iris: The great thing is I actually do. And I'm about three years late in telling you this, but nevertheless I need to say it. Jasper. Wait, I need the lights on. Jasper, you have never treated me right. Ever.
Jasper: Oh, babe.
Iris: Shush. You broke my heart. And you acted like somehow it was my fault, my misunderstanding, and I was too in love with you to ever be mad at you, so I just punished myself! For years! But you waltzing in here on my lovely Christmas holiday, and telling me that you don't want to loose me whilst you're about to get MARRIED, somehow newly entitles me to say, it's over. This - This twisted, toxic THING between us, is finally finished! I'm miraculously done being in love with you! Ha! I've got a life to start living.
[Picks up Jasper's jacket, walking to the door]
Iris: And you're not going to be in it.
Jasper: Darling.
Iris: Now I've got somewhere really important to be, and you have got to get the hell out.
[Opens the door]
Iris: Now!
Jasper: What exactly has got into you?
Iris: I don't know.
[Pushes Jasper out the door]
Iris: But I think what I've got is something slightly resembling, gumption.
[Slams door shut in Jasper's face. Lifts hands up and screams with joy]

Arthur Abbott: Iris, your a knockout.
Iris: Thank you. And may I say so are you.
Arthur Abbott: Did I do my tie okay? I have not worn one in 15 years.
Iris: Perfect!
Arthur Abbott: I like this Hugo Boss. He cuts a nice suit. I've got something for you.
[Picks up a corsage]
Iris: [Touched] Oh.
Arthur Abbott: Forgive me. The last time I had a date, this.. this is what we did.
Iris: It's beautiful.
[Kisses Arthur on the cheek]
Arthur Abbott: If it's corny, or if it's going to ruin your outfit, you don't have to wear it.
Iris: [Iris puts the corsage on her wrist] I like corny.
[Takes Arthur's hands]
Iris: I'm looking for corny in my life.
Arthur Abbott: That's a nice line.
Iris: It's all those movies!
Arthur Abbott: Okay, let's do it. Let's get this embarrassment over with.

Arthur Abbott: [Reaches stairs to stage, Miles's theme music comes on] I'll do it.
[Climbs up stairs, give Iris a thumbs up at the top]
Arthur Abbott: [Addressing the audience] Thank you. Thank you, thank you. I'm absolutely overwhelmed... that I could climb those stairs.
[Audience laughs]
Arthur Abbott: I came to Hollywood over 60 years ago, and immediately fell in love with motion pictures. And it's a love affair that's lasted a lifetime. When I first arrived in Tinseltown, there were no cineplexes or multiplexes. No such thing as a Blockbuster or DVD. I was here before conglomerates owned the studios. Before pictures had special effects teams. And definitely before box office results were reported like baseball scores on the nightly news.

Narrator: Amanda Woods! Welcome back.