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To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Unlike any other visual image, a photograph is not a rendering, an imitation or an interpretation of its subject, but actually a trace of it. No painting or drawing, however naturalist, belongs to its subject in the way that a photograph does.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
We must live for the few who know and appreciate us, who judge and absolve us, and for whom we have the same affection and indulgence. The rest I look upon as a mere crowd, lively or sad, loyal or corrupt, from whom there is nothing to be expected but fleeting emotions, either pleasant or unpleasant, which leave no trace behind them.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
The Germans are the most philosophic people in the world, and the greatest smokers: now I trace their philosophy to their smoking. Smoking has a sedative effect upon the nerves, and enables a man to bear the sorrows of this life (of which every one has his share) not only decently, but dignifiedly.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
I am, in point of fact, a particularly haughty and exclusive person, of pre-Adamite ancestral descent. You will understand this when I tell you that I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on, projecting trait and trace through time to times anon, and leaping from place to place over oblivion.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
The power to guess the unseen from the seen, to trace the implications of things, to judge the whole piece by the pattern, the condition of feeling life in general so completely that you are well on your way to knowing any particular corner of it --this cluster of gifts may almost be said to constitute experience.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
A political convention is not a place where you can come away with any trace of faith in human nature.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
The weakest living creature, by concentrating his powers on a single object, can accomplish good results while the strongest, by dispersing his effort over many chores, may fail to accomplish anything. Drops of water, by continually falling, hone their passage through the hardest of rocks but the hasty torrent rushes over it with hideous uproar and leaves no trace behind.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Fashion is like the ashes left behind by the uniquely shaped flames of the fire, the trace alone revealing that a fire actually took place.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
No trace of slavery ought to mix with the studies of the freeborn man. No study, pursued under compulsion, remains rooted in the memory.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
What do we mean by setting a man free? You cannot free a man who dwells in a desert and is an unfeeling brute. There is no liberty except the liberty of some one making his way towards something. Such a man can be set free if you will teach him the meaning of thirst, and how to trace a path to a well. Only then will he embark upon a course of action that will not be without significance. You could not liberate a stone if there were no law of gravity -- for where will the stone go, once it is quarried?More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
When you do something, you should burn yourself up completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Daryl Zero: I can't possibly overstate the importance of good research. Everyone goes through life dropping crumbs. If you can recognize the crumbs, you can trace a path all the way back from your death certificate to the dinner and a movie that resulted in you in the first place. But research is an art, not a science, because anyone who knows what they're doing can find the crumbs, the wheres, whats, and whos. The art is in the whys: the ability to read between the crumbs, not to mix metaphors. For every event, there is a cause and effect. For every crime, a motive. And for every motive, a passion. The art of research is the ability to look at the details, and see the passion.More [10/07/2005 12:10:00]
Alberto Aragon: My daughter can trace her roots back 400 years to the best families in Mexico.More [11/23/2005 12:11:00]
In essence, next to being born which I don't remember at all (I mean I suppose I could trace it back if I were to try), my first acid trip was the most illuminating experience of my life.More [11/23/2006 12:11:00]
Pan: A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess' soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning...More [02/25/2007 12:02:00]
Gerard's secretary: Sam, there's a guy on the phone claiming to be Richard Kimble
[cast cackling in background that "another" Kimble is on the phone]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: This is Gerard.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Do you remember what I told you in the tunnel?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [gesturing to his men to start tracing the call] Um yeah... It was noisy... I think you said something like you didn't kill your wife.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Remember what you told me?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I remember you pointing my gun at me.
[Gerard's team gestures him not antagonise Kimble and make the conversation stretch]
Dr. Richard Kimble: You said, "I don't care."
Tracing Technician: [whispering] He's on the south side.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [to his team] Yeah...
[then noticing Kimbles remake]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah... that's right Richard... I don't care. I'm not trying to solve a puzzle here...
Dr. Richard Kimble: Well, I am trying to solve a puzzle.
Cosmo Renfro: Five seconds to location.
Dr. Richard Kimble: And I just found a big piece!
[slams down phone on desk so trace can continue]More [04/06/2007 12:04:00]
Gerard's secretary: Sam, there's a guy on the phone claiming to be Richard Kimble
[cast cackling in background that "another" Kimble is on the phone]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: This is Gerard.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Do you remember what I told you in the tunnel?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [gesturing to his men to start tracing the call] Um yeah... It was noisey... I think you said something like you didn't kill your wife.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Remember what you told me?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I remember you pointing my gun at me.
[Gerard's team gestures him not antagonise Kimble and make the conversation stretch]
Dr. Richard Kimble: You said, "I don't care."
Tracing Technician: [whispering] He's on the south side.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [to his team] Yeah...
[then noticing Kimbles remake]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah... that's right Richard... I don't care. I'm not trying to solve a puzzle here...
Dr. Richard Kimble: Well, I am trying to solve a puzzle.
Cosmo Renfro: Five seconds to location.
Dr. Richard Kimble: And I just found a big piece!
[slams down phone on desk so trace can continue]More [04/06/2007 12:04:00]
President Franklin D. Roosevelt: Annie, I have some news for you. Oliver.
[He shakes Oliver's hand]
President Franklin D. Roosevelt: The FBI was able to trace your parents to a David and Margaret Bennett.
Annie: You mean the Bennetts are my real parents? Where are they?
Oliver 'Daddy' Warbucks: Annie, I'm sorry. It seems that they passed away some time ago.
Annie: So, I really am an orphan.
[She walks away and Grace follows her]
Miss Grace Farrell: Annie, are you alright?
[Annie turns around]
Annie: Yeah, I think so. See, I always knew that parents loved me and that they would come back for me someday. If they were alive.
[She has a teardrop in her eye and Grace hugs her]
Annie: I guess you have to look at the bright side. At least I'm not a Mudge.More [04/08/2007 12:04:00]
Dr. Gonzo: Hello? Hi Lucy, God bless. Yeah it's me. What? I dont know, I taught that bastard a lesson he'll never forget. What? No, not dead. But he won't be bothering anybody for a while. Yeah, I left him out there. I stomped him. I pulled all his teeth out.
Raoul Duke: I remember thinking 'Jesus, what a terrible thing to lay on someone with a head full of acid'.
Dr. Gonzo: But we have a problem. That bastard cashed a bad cheque downstairs and gave you as a reference. They'll be looking for both of you. Yeah I know. You can't judge a book by it's cover... some people are just basically rotten. Well the last thing in the world you want to do is call this hotel again. They'll trace the call and put you straight behind bars. Yeah I'm moving to the tropicana right away... when I get a room I'll let you know which one it is... I gotta get off. They probably have this phone tapped baby... Yeah I know it's horrible but it's all over now.
[stomps foot]
Dr. Gonzo: Oh my god... there's someone at the door. There's someone at the door!
[yelling]
Dr. Gonzo: Ahh! Ahh! I'm innocent! It was Duke! It was Duke!
[inaudible noises]
Dr. Gonzo: Ahh! Ahh! Don't put that thing on me! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!
[hangs up]
Dr. Gonzo: Well, that's the last we should be hearing from Lucy man. She's probably stuffing herself down the incinerator about now. You know what we need? We need some opium.More [06/12/2007 12:06:00]
[Banky is strangling the Collector]
Collector: You're mucking with a G, you fuckin' tracer.
Banky Edwards: I'll trace a chalk line around your dead fucking body, you fuck!
Holden McNeil: [to Security Guards] Will you get him out of here!
Collector: [as he's being dragged away by Security Guard] Hey wait a second! He jumped me, you fucking tracer!
Banky Edwards: YOUR MOTHER'S A TRACER!More [07/11/2007 12:07:00]
Morpheus: The pill you took is part of a trace program. It's designed to disrupt your input/output carrier signal so we can pinpoint your location.
Neo: What does that mean?
Cypher: It means: Buckle up Dorothy, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye.More [07/13/2007 12:07:00]
Agent Smith: Dammit.
Agent Brown: The trace was completed.
Agent Jones: We have their position.
Agent Brown: Sentinels are standing by.
Agent Jones: Order the strike.
Agent Smith: They are not out yet.More [07/13/2007 12:07:00]
An account of one's descent from a man who did not particularly care to trace his own.More [12/19/2007 12:12:00]
Boris Grishenko: [after hacking into an FBI database and blocking their trace scan] Better luck next time... Slugheads!More [12/26/2007 12:12:00]
Henry Hill: You know, we always called each other good fellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, :You're gonna like this guy. He's all right. He's a good fella. He's one of us.: You understand? We were good fellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be made because we had Irish blood. It didn't even matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew you've got to be one hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives back to the old country. See, it's the highest honor they can give you. It means you belong to a family and crew. It means that nobody can fuck around with you. It also means you could fuck around with anybody just as long as they aren't also a member. It's like a license to steal. It's a license to do anything. As far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, it was like we were all being made. We would now have one of our own as a member.More [01/03/2008 12:01:00]
Hannibal Lecter: Are you by any chance trying to trace my whereabouts, you naughty girl?More [01/31/2008 12:01:00]
Quasimodo: [singing] So many times out there / I've watched a happy pair / Of lovers walking in the night / They had a kind of glow around them / It almost looks like Heaven's light / I knew I'd never know / That warm and loving glow / Though I might wish with all my might / No face as hideous as my face / Was ever meant for Heaven's light / But suddenly an angel has smiled at me / And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright / I dare to dream that she / Might even care for me / And as I ring these bells tonight / My cold, dark tower seems so bright / I swear it must be Heaven's light.More [04/03/2008 12:04:00]
[On the phone]
Mitch Leary: Trying to trace me, Frank?
Frank Horrigan: Heh, now why didn't I think of that?
Mitch Leary: You did, or you're not the adversary I'd hoped for.More [04/13/2008 12:04:00]
Chaucer: You're good. You're very good. My lords, my ladies, and everybody else here not sitting on a cushion!
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: Today... today, you find yourselves equals.
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: For you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword. Next, he amazed me still further in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle.
[crowd, boo]
Chaucer: In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. And so without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you, the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichtenstein!
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.More [06/18/2008 12:06:00]
Triton: Any sign of them?
Seahorse: No, Your Majesty. We searched everywhere. We've found no trace of your daughter or Sebastian.
Triton: Well, keep looking. Leave no shell unturned, no coral unexplored. Let no one in this kingdom sleep until she's safe at home.
Seahorse: Yes, sire.
Triton: Oh, what have I done? What have I done?More [07/29/2008 12:07:00]
Commodore Jackson:
My last encounter with the redskins was over thirty-five years ago. I was a mere stripling.



Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
Is that so?


[skeptically]



Commodore Jackson:
I whipped out my revolver...



Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
Revolvers weren't invented thirty-five years ago.


[sneering]



Commodore Jackson:
Uh... uh... I know that, but the Indians didn't know it. It doesn't matter - I threw it away.



Female passenger:
Oh, how exciting - please don't interrupt.



Commodore Jackson:
I had just swum the rapids. I had my canoe under one arm and a Rocky Mountain goat under the other.



Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
How could you swim without the use of your arms?



Commodore Jackson:
Uh, uh... in those days I had, uh, I had very strong legs. Uh, excuse me


[sheepishly doffs hat to woman]



Commodore Jackson:
, very strong limbs.



Female passenger:
You must have been full of fire in your youth.



Commodore Jackson:
I had to carry fire insurance until I was over forty. As I arrived at the river bank, I was encountered by the entire tribe of the Shug Indians. The most ferocious... have you ever been to Shug country?



Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
No, I haven't.


[glaring at the Commodore]



Commodore Jackson:
Uh, that's fine. I unsheathed my Bowie knife and


[slowly and dramatically]



Commodore Jackson:
cut a path through this wall of human flesh, dragging my canoe behind me.



Female passenger:
[collapsing] Oh, oh, oh... oh.



Commodore Jackson:
Ah, I'm sorry. Perhaps I've gone too far.



Skeptical Passenger in pilot house:
What, what happened to the goat?


[no trace of skepticism]



Commodore Jackson:
He was very good with mustard.

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Willy:
[fixing her diamond bracelet] Looks like bits of ice.



Connie Porter:
I wish they were.



Willy:
They're really nothing but a few pieces of carbon crystallized under high pressure at great heat.



Connie Porter:
Quite so, if you want to be scientific about it.



Willy:
I'm a great believer in science.



Connie Porter:
Like tears, for instance. They're nothing but H2O with a trace of sodium chloride.

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Sherlock Holmes:
If we could just trace those missing fingers!



Inspector Gregson of Scotland Yard:
If we could only drain the English Channel, we might find a penny.

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Narrator:
Next morning, Ichabod's hat was found, and close beside it, a shattered pumpkin, but there was no trace of the schoolmaster. It was shortly thereafter that Brom Bones led the fair Katrina to the altar. Now, rumors persisted that Ichabod was still alive, married to a wealthy widow in a distant county. But of course, the settlers refused to believe such nonsense, for they knew the schoolmaster had been spirited away by the Headless Horseman.

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[first lnes]



Narrator:
We bring you the circus, pied piper whose magic tunes greet children of all ages, from six to 60, into a tinsel and spun-candy world of reckless beauty and mounting laughter and whirling thrills; of rhythm, excitement and grace; of blaring and daring and dance; of high-stepping horses and high-flying stars. But behind all this, the circus is a massive machine whose very life depends on discipline and motion and speed. A mechanized army on wheels, that rolls over any obstacle in its path, that meets calamity again and again, but always comes up smiling. A place where disaster and tragedy stalk the big top, haunt the backyard, and ride the circus train. Where death is constantly watching for one frayed rope, one weak link, or one trace of fear. A fierce, primitive fighting force that smashes relentlessly forward against impossible odds. That is the circus. And this is the story of the biggest of the big tops, and of the men and women who fight to make it "The Greatest Show on Earth."

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Narrator:
Well, the Big Bad Wolf was really gone / And with him went his corny horn / Went out of this world without a trace / Didn't go to Heaven, was the other place.

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Det Sgt. Bung:
A young lady has disappeared and we're anxious to trace her whereabouts.



Dr. Watt:
Oh? Whereabouts?



Det Sgt. Bung:
Hereabouts.



Albert:
At ten o'clock.



Det Sgt. Bung:
Or thereabouts.



Constable Slobotham:
In this vicinity.



Det Sgt. Bung:
Or roundabouts.



Constable Slobotham:
We're police officers.



Albert:
Or layabouts.

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Patton:
For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.

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Det. Sgt. Chano Amenguale:
[answers phone] 12th Precinct Detective, Sergeant Amanguale speaking. No, ma'am, I'm sorry but we can't trace them. There's very little we can do about obscene phone calls. No, ma'am. No, ma'am. Will you watch your language, please, ma'am?


[hangs up phone]



Det. Sgt. Chano Amenguale:
This is gonna drive me crazy. 26 calls in two weeks!


[thinks about it]



Det. Sgt. Chano Amenguale:
That's some dirty guy.

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Yago:
[carrying a bag of ashes] Our emissary has returned from Umateal. They have replied to our ultimatum.



Sador:
...And?


[Yago hands him the bag; he examines the contents]



Sador:
... What's this?



Yago:
It WAS our emissary, sir. They have... That is their reply to our ultimatum.


[Sador throws the bag in a rage, just missing him]



Yago:
... Obviously, they are a proud form.



Sador:
In an hour they'll be an EXTINCT one. There'll not be a trace of them left... Not even their dust.

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Henry Brubaker:
What happened? What happened to your eye?



Abraham Cook:
Oh, got hit.



Henry Brubaker:
With what?



Abraham Cook:
With a baseball bat, a trace chain, and a rope with knots in it.

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Dick Hallorann:
I can remember when I was a little boy. My grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it "shining." And for a long time, I thought it was just the two of us that had the shine to us. Just like you probably thought you was the only one. But there are other folks, though mostly they don't know it, or don't believe it. How long have you been able to do it?... Why don't you want to talk about it?



Danny Torrance:
I'm not supposed to.



Dick Hallorann:
Who said you ain't supposed to?



Danny Torrance:
Tony.



Dick Hallorann:
Who's Tony?



Danny Torrance:
Tony is a little boy that lives in my mouth.



Dick Hallorann:
Is Tony the one that tells you things?



Danny Torrance:
Yes.



Dick Hallorann:
How does he tell you things?



Danny Torrance:
It's like I go to sleep, and he shows me things. But when I wake up, I can't remember everything.



Dick Hallorann:
Does your Mom and Dad know about Tony?



Danny Torrance:
Yes.



Dick Hallorann:
Do they know he tells you things?



Danny Torrance:
No. Tony told me never to tell 'em.



Dick Hallorann:
Has Tony ever told you anything about this place? About the Overlook Hotel?



Danny Torrance:
I don't know.



Dick Hallorann:
Now think real hard now. Think.



Danny Torrance:
Maybe he showed me something.



Dick Hallorann:
Try to think of what it was.



Danny Torrance:
Mr. Hallorann, are you scared of this place?



Dick Hallorann:
No. Scared - there's nothin' here. It's just that, you know, some places are like people. Some "shine" and some don't. I guess you could say the Overlook Hotel here has somethin' almost like "shining."



Danny Torrance:
Is there something bad here?



Dick Hallorann:
Well, you know, Doc, when something happens, you can leave a trace of itself behind. Say like, if someone burns toast. Well, maybe things that happen leave other kinds of traces behind. Not things that anyone can notice, but things that people who "shine" can see. Just like they can see things that haven't happened yet. Well, sometimes they can see things that happened a long time ago. I think a lot of things happened right here in this particular hotel over the years. And not all of 'em was good.



Danny Torrance:
What about Room 237?



Dick Hallorann:
Room 237?



Danny Torrance:
You're scared of Room 237, ain't ya?



Dick Hallorann:
No I ain't.



Danny Torrance:
Mr. Hallorann. What is in Room 237?



Dick Hallorann:
Nothin'. There ain't nothin' in Room 237. But you ain't got no business goin' in there anyway. So stay out. You understand? Stay out.

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True Heart Bear:
Well, Noble Heart, even though we found no trace of Dark Heart or Christy, I'd say this wasn't a wasted trip to Earth.



Noble Heart Horse:
Indeed not, True Heart. We left two children who weren't good at anything...



True Heart Bear:
And have returned to find two world-class baby-sitting champions in their place.

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Chief Inspector Charles Parker:
[writing a note] "Boyes - query arsenic." Anything else?



Lord Peter Wimsey:
Yes. Find out if Boyes visited any pub, in the neighbourhood of Doughty Street between 9:50 and 10:10 on the night of January 20th, if he met anybody, and what he took to drink.



Chief Inspector Charles Parker:
[keeps writing] "Boyes - query pub."



Lord Peter Wimsey:
And thirdly, find out if any bottle or paper that might have contained arsenic was picked up in that district.



Chief Inspector Charles Parker:
Oh, is that all? Well, perhaps you'd also like me to trace the bus ticket dropped by Mrs. Brown outside Selfridge's in the last Christmas rush?

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Pepa:
Hello. I'm the mother of the notorious Crossroads Killer. When my son comes home after one of his famous crimes, his clothes are just filthy.


[Pepa holds up a bloody shirt. The police arrive]



PolicÌa I:
Where are the clothes your son wore...



PolicÌa II:
At the time of the murder?


[Pepa takes a clean shirt out of the dryer]



Pepa:
Right here. Sparkling clean.



PolicÌa I:
No trace of blood.



PolicÌa II:
Or guts.



PolicÌa I:
Unbelievable!


[Pepa holds up a box of detergent]



Pepa:
Ecce Homo. It's unbelievable.

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Det. Lennie Briscoe:
Boy, I'd hate for somebody to trace me by what I read.



Det. Rey Curtis:
You read, Lennie?

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Lars Hagstrom:
[Fenrir towers over him] No beast so fierce without some trace of pity?

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[Natalya is trying to find Boris' location while Bond cuts a hole in the floor of the train]



Natalya Simonova:
[referring to Boris' password] What else do you call your bottom?



James Bond:
What?



Natalya Simonova:
It's Boris' password, he plays word games. It's what I sit on but I don't take it with me.



James Bond:
Chair.



Natalya Simonova:
Like I said.


[Starts tracing Boris' location]



James Bond:
[breaking a hole in the train with his foot] Thirty seconds!



Natalya Simonova:
He's not in Russia, Germany, Paris, London, Madrid.



James Bond:
Twenty-five seconds!



Natalya Simonova:
New York, Toronto, Chicago, San Francisco.



James Bond:
Twenty seconds!



Natalya Simonova:
Mexico City, Rio, Miami.


[Bond breaks a hole in the floor of the train and grabs Natalya by the arm]



James Bond:
Come on!



Natalya Simonova:
Wait, he's in Cuba. Havana...


[the trace is terminated]



Natalya Simonova:
...No!



James Bond:
Now!


[Bond and Natalya escape from the train with seconds to spare before the train explodes]

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Dr. Alan Champion:
This is bizarre. I haven't seen you in so long. What are we even doing here?



Angela:
Um, I just figured you would be safe.



Dr. Alan Champion:
Oh great, so I've gone from being a self-centered asshole to safe. Thank you very much.



Angela:
No, I just figured that they couldn't, um, trace me to you and that your, your patient records are confidential, right?



Dr. Alan Champion:
My patient records! Yeah, I knew I had my subtle charms.

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Stuart Smalley:
As they say in Al-Anon: Trace it. Face it. And Erase it.

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[Sydney is on the phone with Jarod and Broots is trying to trace the call]



Broots:
Keep talking. We've almost got him.


[Jarod flips a switch on a box near his phone, causing a high-pitched sound to terminate any sort of trace to his phone]



Jarod:
Tell Broots I discovered RadioShack.

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Captain Jean-Luc Picard:
Six years ago, they assimilated me into their collective. I had their cybernetic devices implanted throughout my body. I was linked to the hive mind. Every trace of individuality erased. I was one of them.

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Morpheus:
The pill you took is part of a trace program. It's designed to disrupt your input/output carrier signal so we can pinpoint your location.



Neo:
What does that mean?



Cypher:
It means fasten your seat belt Dorothy, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye.

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Nicholas Beckett:
It had to be voice-activated. But they didn't find any trace of the bomb. Well, nothing you could identify, anyway.



Ed Russell:
From what I hear, they didn't find much of the Admiral either.

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Nanki-Poo:
Ko-Ko, the cheap tailor, Lord High Executioner of Titipu! Why, that's the highest rank a citizen can attain!



Pooh-Bah:
It is. Our logical Mikado, seeing no moral difference between the dignified judge who condemns a criminal to die, and the industrious mechanic who carries out the sentence, has rolled the two offices into one, and every judge is now his own executioner.



Nanki-Poo:
But how good of you, for I see that you are a nobleman of the highest rank, to condescend to tell all this to me, a mere strolling minstrel!



Pooh-Bah:
Don't mention it. I am, in point of fact, a particularly haughty and exclusive person, of pre-Adamite ancestral descent. You will understand this when I tell you that I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering. But I struggle hard to overcome this defect. I mortify my pride continually. When all the great officers of State resigned in a body because they were too proud to serve under an ex-tailor, did I not unhesitatingly accept all their posts at once?



Pish-Tush:
And the salaries attached to them? You did.



Pooh-Bah:
It is consequently my degrading duty to serve this upstart as First Lord of the Treasury, Lord Chief Justice, Commander-in-Chief, Lord High Admiral, Master of the Buckhounds, Groom of the Back Stairs, Archbishop of Titipu, and Lord Mayor, both acting and elect, all rolled into one. And at a salary! A Pooh-Bah paid for his services! I a salaried minion! But I do it! It revolts me, but I do it!



Nanki-Poo:
And it does you credit.



Pooh-Bah:
But I don't stop at that. I go and dine with middle-class people on reasonable terms. I dance at cheap suburban parties for a moderate fee. I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly. I also retail State secrets at a very low figure. For instance, any further information about Yum-Yum would come under the head of a State secret.


[Nanki-Poo takes his hint, and gives him money]



Pooh-Bah:
[Aside] Another insult and, I think, a light one!

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Andy Dufresne:
If they ever try to trace any of those accounts, they're gonna end up chasing a figment of my imagination.



Red:
Well, I'll be damned. Did I say you were good? Shit, you're a Rembrandt!



Andy Dufresne:
Yeah. The funny thing is - on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.

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[Searching a suspect's apartment for his cat to gather trace evidence]



Fin Tutuola:
I don't see a cat.



John Munch:
That doesn't mean anything. They're freaky little creatures. They lurk.


[Munch finds the cat moments later]



John Munch:
Oh, there you are, you demonic little furball.

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Edward Rochester:
So you were waiting for your people when I saw you in the land.



Jane Eyre:
For whom sir?



Edward Rochester:
For the men in green. It was a proper moonlit evening for them. Did I break through one of your rings that you spread that damned ice on the causeway?



Jane Eyre:
The men in green all forsook England a hundred years ago. Not even in Hay Lane or the fields about it would you find a trace of them. I don't think summer, harvest, or winter moon will ever shine on their revels more.

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