Perseus: We can't do this...
Agenor: [smacks him] Two days ago, I was locked up in a cell trying, I admit, to escape being the son of Poseidon! Look at me now: in the bowels of Tartarus, saving the universe. Just follow the Navigator.

Helius: It'll be nice to be back home. A fisherman doesn't sound so bad...
Perseus: There's no going home for us.

This not as is to see as seeing is to not having seen anything at all.


What are you waiting for?


There's some men coming to kill us. We've got to kill them first.

James Bond

Psychologist: I'm going to say a word, and I want you to say the first word that comes into your head. For example, if I say, 'day,' you say...
James Bond: Wasted.
Psychologist: Agent.
James Bond: Provocateur.
Psychologist: Woman?
James Bond: Provocatrix.
Psychologist: M.
James Bond: Bitch.
Psychologist: Gun.
James Bond: Shot.
Psychologist: Murder.
James Bond: Occupation.
Psychologist: Country.
James Bond: England.
Psychologist: Skyfall.
Psychologist: Skyfall.
James Bond: Done.

Welcome to Scotland!


Oh good, here comes a train.

James Bond

Q: I'm guessing this is not official ?
James Bond: Not even remotely.
Q: So much for my promising career in espionage.

Kincade: So who are we going up against?
James Bond: This isn't your fight.
Kincade: Try and stop me, you jumped-up little shit.

Chemist: Blast off: one-eight-oh. Two hundred: Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. Two ten: U.S. Government certified. Two twenty: lunar trajectory, junk of the month club, sirloin steak. Two thirty: Grade A poison. Absolute dynamite. Eighty-nine percent pure junk. Best I've ever seen. If the rest is like this, you'll be dealing on this load for two years.
Joel Weinstock: So you say it's worth half a million?
Chemist: How many kilos?
Salvatore "Sal" Boca: Sixty.
Chemist: Sixty kilos, eight big ones per kilo, right? This stuff will take a seven to one hit on the street.
Salvatore "Sal" Boca: And by the time it gets down to nickel bags, it will be worth at least thirty-two million.
Joel Weinstock: Thank you, Howard. Take what's left there with you and good night.

The son of a bitch is here. I saw him. I'm gonna get him. Son of a bitch.

immy 'Popeye' Doyle

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