Funny how historic days seem so ordinary when you're living them.
It tells me that goose-stepping morons like yourself should try reading books instead of burning them.
You lost today, kid, but it doesn't mean you have to like it.
— Do you, at this time, have any fear of returning to your own country?
— No.
— OK. Let me try it again. Your country's at war. There are men in the streets with guns. Political persecution.
— Yes. It's terrible.
— Yeah, it's horrible. And God only knows what could happen. Innocent people are torn from their beds.
— On Tuesdays. I hate Tuesdays.
— So you're afraid?
— From what?
— Krakozhia. You're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Krakozhia? No, I am not afraid from Krakozhia. I'm a little afraid of this room.
— I'm talking about bombs. I'm talking about human dignity. Human rights. Viktor, please don't be afraid to tell me you're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Is home. I am not afraid from my home.
— I am William Wallace, and I see a whole army of my countrymen here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to
fight as free men. And free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?
— No! No! No! Fight? Against that? No! We will run, and we will live.
— Aye. Fight, and you may die. Run, and you'll live. At least awhile. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!
— Alicia, does our relationship warrant long-term commitment? Because I need some kind of proof, some kind of verifiable, empirical data.
— I'm sorry, just give me a moment... to redefine my girlish notions of romance. A proof? Verifiable data. Okay. Well, how big is the universe?
— Infinite.
— How do you know?
— Because all the data indicates it.
— But it hasn't been proven yet?
— No.
— You haven't seen it.
— No.
— How do you know for sure?
— I don't, I just believe it.
— It's the same with love, I guess.
Richard Sol: — Shall we say swords? Pistols at dawn?
Martin Hansen: — Have you remembered nothing? Recall the lessons of Adam Smith... the father of modern economics.
Bender: — "In competition... individual ambition serves the common good."
Ainsley Neilson: — Every man for himself, gentlemen.
Bender: — Those who strike out are stuck with her friends.
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John Nash: — Adam Smith needs revision.
Martin Hansen: — What are you talking about?
John Nash: — If we all go for the blonde... we block each other. Not a single one of us is going to get her. So then we go for her friends... but they will all give us the cold shoulder
because nobody likes to be second choice. Well, what if no one goes for the blonde? We don't get in each other's way... and we don't insult the other girls. That's the only way we win. That's the only way we all get laid. Adam Smith said: "The best result comes from everyone in the group doing what's best for himself." Right. Incomplete. Okay? Because the best result will come from everyone in the group doing what's best for himself... and the group. Governing dynamics. Adam Smith... was wrong.
— Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. At last, that these evil days shall be mine... The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house...
— Theodred's death was not of your making.
— No parent should have to bury their child.
— You and Black, you're two of a kind. Sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. Your blessed father knew that. In fact, he frequently saw to it.
— My father was a great man.
— Your father was a swine.
— Rose... you're no picnic. All right? You're a spoiled little brat even. But under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding... wonderful girl, woman, that I've ever known. No, let me try and get this out. I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket. I have nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump. Remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right. That's all that I want.
— Well, I'm fine. I'll be fine. Really.
— Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away, because you're strong, but sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire is gonna burn out.
— It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
— You're right. Only you can do that.
