La vibration de mon mollet gauche est Un grand signe chez moi
I held her, he wanted to say, and if I knew for certain that all it would take to hold her again would be to die, then I couldn't raise the gun to my head fast enough.
I wanna do the right thing now,
I know it's up to me somehow...
I've lost my way...
Who's making your decisions — You or your religion?
The desert's filled with people that had bad attitudes.
— After careful consideration, I've decided not to endorse your park.
— So have I.
— There was a nuclear war. A few years from now... all this, this whole place, everything... it's gone. Just gone. There were survivors. Here, there. Nobody even knew who started it. It was the machines, Sarah.
— I don't understand.
— Defense network computers. New, powerful... hooked into everything, trusted to run it all. They say it got smart... a new order of intelligence. Then it saw all people as a threat. Not just the ones on the other side. It decided our fate in a microsecond. Extermination.
It’s nice to be alone. You’re free to decide what to eat, what to buy, what movie to see.
At some point, you gotta decide for yourself who you're going to be — can't let nobody make that decision for you.
— Amy, is something wrong?
— You can't do a scallop trim on the outer hoop skirt. The material's too delicate. It'll just fall apart.
— But in two out of three home tests it held.
— I am so sorry, Elle.
— No biggie. I guess i don't need... a scallop trim on the outer hoop skirt.
— I'll be fine. What is it that you said back when i couldn't... fit into my white spandex pantsuit for my wedding? If the fabric doesn't work with you... don't work with it. It's one of my favorite mantras. <...> Wait... that's it. Don't fight the fabric. Change it. If the law is what's keeping bruiser's mother locked up... i shouldn't be fighting it, i should be changing it.