Rollergirl: Amber, are you my mom? I'm gonna ask you... okay? And you say yes, okay? Amber, are you my mom?
Amber Waves: Yes, sweetie.

Maddy Bowen: The world is falling apart and all we hear about is blowjob-gate.
Danny Archer: When was the last time the world wasn't falling apart, huh?

Dukey, if this thing blows up, the Feds will be the least of our problems

Kid Twist

President Andrew Shepherd: She's questioning your loyalty.
Lewis Rothschild: Hell, I question it all the time.

Reporter: Chiles, who is your idol?
Chiles Stanton: Kelly Canter and Jesus Christ.
Beau Hutton: [to Kelly] You and Jesus Christ, who would have thought?
Kelly Canter: They love her.

She had a face that was meant to smile.

Walter Sparrow

Terence Mann: Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.

Ideals are peaceful. History is violent.


Leonard Shelby: Hi. Uh, Lincoln Street?
Waiter: Oh, you just take the main road...
Leonard Shelby: Hang on, let me write this down.
Waiter: Oh, it's easy. You just...
Leonard Shelby: Trust me, I need to write this down.

So when's Anne Frank gonna smoke Hitler?


Burnett: What did you do? We came here to help stop the killing! Who are you to...
John Rambo: [grabs Burnett by the throat, and slams him up against a support beam] Who are you?
Sarah: Let him go!
John Rambo: They would've raped her fifty times... and cut your fucking heads off. Who are you? Who are any of you?


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