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[as Ilsa pours out salt from the reliquary inside the statue]
Grigori Rasputin: Salt, gathered from the tears of a thousand angels, restraining the essence of Sammael, the Hellhound. The Seed of Destruction. This I can promise, Sammael, for every one of you that falls, two shall arise.More [03/05/2008 12:03:00]
Iris: I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.More [03/20/2008 12:03:00]
Rollin: [as Jimmy walks in on the town meeting that determines Coach Dale's fate] What can I do for you, Jimmy?
Jimmy Chitwood: I got something to say.
Rollin: All right, say what you've gotta say.
Jimmy Chitwood: [to crowd] I don't know if it'll make a difference, but I figured it's time for me to start playing ball.
George: [as crowd is cheering, points to Dale] I told you, once we got rid of him!
Jimmy Chitwood: But, there's just one thing... I play, Coach stays. He goes, I go.
George: [crowd starts murmuring] Uhhh, the coach is dismissed by a vote of 48 to 25...
Opal Fleener: I think we should vote again!
Rollin: All those in favor of the coach staying, say 'Aye'
[majority of crowd says 'Aye']
Rollin: , all opposed...
[a handful say 'nay', tears up George's tally sheet]
Rollin: ... Coach stays!More [03/26/2008 12:03:00]
Dave: Whatever happened to "Live as a team. Die as a team"?
Rod Kimble: It's a sham, okay? There's no such thing as a team. You live and die alone.
Rico: [to Rod] Do you see what you're doing to him? You're making him upset. How important is this to you, huh? I don't even cry, and look at me. You're about to make tears come out of my face.
[screaming]
Rico: Who am I supposed to build ramps for? Who am I supposed to build ramps for now?More [03/30/2008 12:03:00]
Daniel Molloy: So a vampire can cry.
Louis: Once, maybe twice in his own eternity. Maybe it was to quench those tears forever that I took such revenge on them.More [04/21/2008 12:04:00]
Marylin Rexroth: No, no, no, no, no, this is all wrong.
Miles Massey: What? Is it the kilt?
Marylin Rexroth: Do you love me?
Miles Massey: More than anything.
Marylin Rexroth: Can I trust you?
Miles Massey: Yes, you can trust me.
Miles Massey: [Marylin grabs the Massey prenupt and tears it] Darling, you're exposed!
Marylin Rexroth: A sitting duck.More [04/21/2008 12:04:00]
[the amnesiac Capt Crewe comes across Sara crying in a corner of a darkened room]
Capt. Crewe: What is it? Why are you crying? Please tell me. I won't hurt you. Won't you tell me your name?
Sara Crewe: [sobbing] Sara.
Capt. Crewe: 'Sara'... that's such a pretty name.
Sara Crewe: [there is a flash of lightening, and the lights suddenly come back on] Papa...?
Capt. Crewe: What did you say?
[she runs to him, and he tries to hold her away]
Capt. Crewe: I'm sorry...
Sara Crewe: Papa, it's me! It's Sara!
Capt. Crewe: Do you know me?
Sara Crewe: Papa, don't you remember me? Papa, please! You've got to know me! It's Sara, remember? Remember India and Maya? Remember the Ramayana... and Emily? And the locket with Mama's picture?
Capt. Crewe: [still struggling to push her away] No...
Sara Crewe: Papa, please!
Charles Randolph: [Mr Randolph arrives with Miss Minchin and the police] Do you know this man?
Sara Crewe: Papa, tell them!
Miss Minchin: [recognizes Captain Crewe] This child has no father. Take her away!
Sara Crewe: [a police man tears Sara away and carries her, kicking and screaming, from the room] No! No! Papa!
Capt. Crewe: I'm so sorry...More [07/31/2008 12:07:00]
Bacon: Right. Let's sort the buyers from the spyers, the needy from the greedy, and those who trust me from the ones who don't, because if you can't see value here today, you're not up here shopping. You're up here shoplifting. You see these goods? Never seen daylight, moonlight, Israelite. Fanny by the gaslight. Take a bag, c'mon take a bag. I took a bag home last night. Cost me a lot more than ten pound, I can tell you. Anyone like jewelry? Look at that one there. Handmade in Italy, hand-stolen in Stepney. It's as long as my arm. I wish it was as long as something else. Don't think because these boxes are sealed up, they're empty. The only man who sells empty boxes is the undertaker, and by the look of some of you lot today, I'd make more money with me measuring tape. Here, one price. Ten pound.
Eddie: Did you say ten pound?
Bacon: Are you deaf?
Eddie: That's a bargain. I'll take one.
Bacon: Squeeze in if you can. Left leg, right leg, your body will follow. They call it walking. You want one as well, darling? You do? That's it. They're waking up. Treat the wife. Treat somebody else's wife. It's a lot more fun if you don't get caught. Hold on. You want one as well? Okay, darling, show me a bit of life then. It's no good standing out there like one o'clock half-struck. Buy them, you better buy them. These are not stolen, they just haven't been paid for, and we can't get them again. They've changed the bloody locks. Here. One for you. It's no good coming back later when I've sold out. "Too late, too late" will be the cry when the man with the bargains has passed you by. If you got no money on you now, you'll be crying tears as big as October cabbages.
Eddie: Bacon, cozzers!
Bacon: Shit.More [08/06/2008 12:08:00]
Sam Spade:
It's been a long time since I burst into tears because a policeman didn't like me.

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[first lines]



Man Selling French Postcards:
[scene: a Paris street cafe] Des cartes postales, m'sieur? Des cartes postales, sir?


[Man seated with lady shoos the vendor away]



Man Selling French Postcards:
[approaching Gordon and Hector's table] Postal cards, m'sier? *Dirty* postcards?



Hector Stribling:
[turning away, disgusted] Uh!



Gordon Evers:
Charming.


[taking the cards]



Gordon Evers:
Would you like to look at them, Hector?



Hector Stribling:
Certainly not!



Gordon Evers:
How much are they?



Man Selling French Postcards:
Twenty francs.



Gordon Evers:
There you are.



Man Selling French Postcards:
Merci m'sieur. Merci.


[Gordon tears up the cards, bows to the vendor, and throws the pieces away]



Hector Stribling:
Why... why on earth did you do that?



Gordon Evers:
Who knows, it may save the soul of some American tourist.

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Sydney Carton:
Suddenly, I want to weep. But I most hold my tears in check, lest they think it is myself I weep for. And who would weep for Sydney Carton?


[guillotine falls, crowd cheers]



Sydney Carton:
A little time ago, none in all the world. But somebody will weep for me now. And that knowledge redeems a worthless life. Worthless but for this final moment, which makes it all worthwhile. It is a far, far better thing I do, than I have ever done. It is a far, far better rest I go to, than I have ever known.


[guillotine beheads him]

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Marguerite:
It's hard to believe that there's such happiness in this world.



Armand:
Marguerite. Now you've put tears on my hand. Why?



Marguerite:
You will never love me thirty years. No one will.



Armand:
I'll love you all my life. I know that now. All my life.


[They kiss]

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Penny Kendall:
Oh, Scotty, if you'll turn me loose on this, I'll this town so deep in tears that they'll be using canoes for taxicabs.

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Sir Humphrey Pengallan:
[to Mary] Bah, stop crying! Stop it, you little fool! You're beautiful! Oh, ply those tears if you like, but you must be beautiful! Well, you have to be hard now! The Age of Chivalry is gone!

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Heathcliff:
My tears don't love you, Cathy. They blight and curse and damn you!



Cathy:
Heathcliff, don't break my heart.



Heathcliff:
Oh Cathy, I never broke your heart. You broke it!

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Macaulay Connor:
Tracy.



Tracy Lord:
What do you want?



Macaulay Connor:
You're wonderful. There's a magnificence in you, Tracy.



Tracy Lord:
Now I'm getting self-conscious. It's funny. I - Mike? Let's...



Macaulay Connor:
Yeah?



Tracy Lord:
I don't know - go up, I guess, it's late.



Macaulay Connor:
A magnificence that comes out of your eyes, in your voice, in the way you stand there, in the way you walk. You're lit from within, Tracy. You've got fires banked down in you, hearth-fires and holocausts.



Tracy Lord:
I don't seem to you made of bronze?



Macaulay Connor:
No, you're made out of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it. You're the golden girl, Tracy. Full of life and warmth and delight. What goes on? You've got tears in your eyes.



Tracy Lord:
Shut up, shut up. Oh, Mike. Keep talking, keep talking. Talk, will you?

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Mrs. Danvers:
[as the second Mrs. de Winter runs into the room] I watched you go down just as I watched her a year ago. Even in the same dress you couldn't compare.



The Second Mrs. de Winter:
You knew it! You knew that she wore it, and yet you deliberately suggested I wear it. Why do you hate me? What have I done to you that you should ever hate me so?



Mrs. Danvers:
You tried to take her place. You let him marry you. I've seen his face - his eyes. They're the same as those first weeks after she died. I used to listen to him, walking up and down, up and down, all night long, night after night, thinking of her, suffering torture because he lost her!



The Second Mrs. de Winter:
[turning away in shame and shock] I don't want to know, I don't want to know!



Mrs. Danvers:
[moving towards her] You thought you could be Mrs. de Winter, live in her house, walk in her steps, take the things that were hers! But she's too strong for you. You can't fight her - no one ever got the better of her. Never, never. She was beaten in the end, but it wasn't a man, it wasn't a woman. It was the sea!



The Second Mrs. de Winter:
[collapsing in tears on the bed] Oh, stop it! Stop it! Oh, stop it!



Mrs. Danvers:
[opening the shutters] You're overwrought, madam. I've opened a window for you. A little air will do you good.


[as the second Mrs. de Winter gets up and walks toward the window]



Mrs. Danvers:
Why don't you go? Why don't you leave Manderley? He doesn't need you... he's got his memories. He doesn't love you, he wants to be alone again with her. You've nothing to stay for. You've nothing to live for really, have you?


[softly, almost hypnotically]



Mrs. Danvers:
Look down there. It's easy, isn't it? Why don't you? Why don't you? Go on. Go on. Don't be afraid...

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Leon Schlesinger:
Hello, Porky. Come on in.



Porky Pig:
Hello, Mr. Schl-Schle-Schles-g-g-g-g... Hello, Leon.



Leon Schlesinger:
Well, Porky, what's on your mind? What can I do for you?



Porky Pig:
You see, I've been in cartoons a long time, and I was thinking, t-that if I had a chance to act in features... What's Errol Flynn got that I haven't?



Leon Schlesinger:
You mean to say you want to get out of your cartoon contract?



Porky Pig:
Y-yeah, t-that's right.



Leon Schlesinger:
Well, if that's the way you feel about it, it's all right with me. You sure you know what you're doing?



Porky Pig:
Y-yes.



Leon Schlesinger:
Well, if you say so, I'll tear up your contract, if that's what you want.



Porky Pig:
Y-yes.



Leon Schlesinger:
Well, if that's the way you feel about it, it's all right with me.


[Leon tears up contract and throws it in wastebasket]



Leon Schlesinger:
[Shakes hands with Porky] Okay, Porky. Don't forget me when you're a star.


[Porky leaves]



Leon Schlesinger:
He'll be back.

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Kasper Gutman:
Well, sir, what do you suggest? We stand here and shed tears and call each other names... or shall we go to Istanbul?



Joel Cairo:
Are you going?



Kasper Gutman:
Seventeen years I've wanted that little item and I've been trying to get it. If we must spend another year on the quest... well, sir, it will be an additional expenditure in time of only... five and fifteen seventeenths percent.

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Maleva:
The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.

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James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
The first time I saw you fight I was just a bit of a kid. There wasn't a man alive who could have stood up to you then. And tonight, well, I was just mighty glad that you weren't the John L. Sullivan of ten years ago.



John L. Sullivan:
Is that what you're thinkin' now?



James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
That's what I was thinking before I got into the ring with you.



John L. Sullivan:
That's a fine decent thing for you to say, Jim. I don't knopw how we might have come out, oh, say, eight or ten tears ago. I... maybe I was faster then, but if I was, tonight you're the fastest thing on two feet

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[a group of soldiers in marching off to fight in World War II, singing Cohan's World War I song, "Over There"]



Sergeant on parade:
What's the matter, old timer? Don't you remember this song?



George M. Cohan:
Seems to me I do.



Sergeant on parade:
Well, I don't hear anything.


[Cohan starts singing along, with tears coming into his eyes]

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Phyllis:
Mr. Neff, why don't you drop by tomorrow evening about eight-thirty. He'll be in then.



Walter Neff:
Who?



Phyllis:
My husband. You were anxious to talk to him weren't you?



Walter Neff:
Yeah, I was, but I'm sort of getting over the idea, if you know what I mean.



Phyllis:
There's a speed limit in this state, Mr. Neff. Forty-five miles an hour.



Walter Neff:
How fast was I going, officer?



Phyllis:
I'd say around ninety.



Walter Neff:
Suppose you get down off your motorcycle and give me a ticket.



Phyllis:
Suppose I let you off with a warning this time.



Walter Neff:
Suppose it doesn't take.



Phyllis:
Suppose I have to whack you over the knuckles.



Walter Neff:
Suppose I bust out crying and put my head on your shoulder.



Phyllis:
Suppose you try putting it on my husband's shoulder.



Walter Neff:
That tears it.

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Peter Penrose:
[reading] Do not despair for Johnny head-in-air He sleeps as sound as Johnny underground Fetch out no shroud for Johnny in the cloud And keep your tears for him in after years Better by far for Johnny the bright star to keep your head and see his children fed.

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Don José Lizarabengoa:
[Accuses Carmen of having an affair] It's Lucas the matador now, is that it?



Carmen García:
What difference does it make?



Don José Lizarabengoa:
Answer me!



Carmen García:
Yes! Yes! Now are you satisfied? And why not? I like to laugh once in a while. And what've I had with you? Nothing but tears and preaching and long faces. I can't live penned up in a cage. I won't! I'm sick of it. Can't you understand? I'm sick of you! Now get away and leave me alone!



Don José Lizarabengoa:
[He clutches her] Carmen, don't leave me. Don't leave me, I love you so much.


[He kisses her repeatedly]



Don José Lizarabengoa:
See how much I love you. You're all I have left in the world, little Carmen. I gave it all up for you. But I don't mind.


[He gets on his knees, hanging on her]



Don José Lizarabengoa:
I'm not sorry. Only please, please, don't leave me.

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Ed Norton:
[to Ralph] Look, just don't get upset. You're gettin' all upset now. Let's calm down and look nice when we get down there. There's no sense in getting upset. Now listen, the boys in the sewer, there, when we get upset we got a little motto... a little saying that gives us comfort in time of need. Maybe I can pass it on to you. May I favor you with this little ode? "When the tides of life turn against you, and the current upsets your boat. Don't waste those tears on what might have been, just lay on your back and float."

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Junyer Bear:
When the nasty old Bogeyman fills me with fears / And my little old pinafore is all wet with tears / And my cute little pug nose is all red from crying / Who is it that saves me and keeps me from dying? / My Pa! / When my little pink cheeks are pale with fright / Who is it that lifts me and holds me tight / And says, "There, there, little man. Everything is all right"? / My Pa!

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[Daffy enters the saloon, draws both guns; tears off chaps in the process]



Daffy Duck:
Let justice be done! Tear up that mortgage! Unhand that farmer's daughter! Cease that... that... Seems awfully breezy in here. Uh, cease that rustling.


[Notices he is pantless, covers himself up]



Daffy Duck:
Slight pause while I adjust my accoutrements.

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Steve Abbott:
[playing solitaire] How many years you've been in love with him?



Carol Stafford:
[tearfully] Three.



Steve Abbott:
How many tears do you think it'll take to wash out three years.

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Kathy:
You keep away from me! Just because you're a big movie star, wild parties, swimming pools, you expect every girl to fall in a dead faint at your feet. Well, don't you touch me!



Don Lockwood:
[chanting] Fear not, sweet lady! I will not molest you. I am but a humble jester, and you? You are to far above me!


[he gets out of the car and closes the door on his coat tails]



Don Lockwood:
Farewell, Ethel Barrymore! I must tear myself from your side!


[Don tears his coat. Kathy guffaws as Don walks away]

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Messalina:
[arrogantly] You'll never get him back. What can you offer him ? The company of slaves and beggars ? The refuse of Rome ? Poverty and self-denial ? Prayers ? Tears ? Death ? You see, I've studied your teachings, and I, Fisherman, I can give him the world. If he has to choose between us, do you think he'd hesitate for one minute ? Of course not. And that's why you hate me. I can see it in your eyes.



Peter:
What you see in my eyes in pity.


[she tosses her goblet of wine in his face]



Messalina:
Get out !

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McDonald Walling:
The force behind a great company has to be more than the pride of one man; it has to be the pride of thousands. You can't make men work for money alone - you starve their souls when you try it, and you can starve a company to death the same way.



McDonald Walling:
[picking up a small, flimsy table] And that's when we started doing things like this: the KF line. Walt, are your boys proud when they go out and sell this stuff? When they know the finish is going to crack, the veneer split off and the legs come loose?



Loren Phineas Shaw:
Wait a minute, wait a minute. That's priced merchandise - it serves a definite purpose in the profit structure of this company. We're not cheating anyone.



McDonald Walling:
Ourselves!



Loren Phineas Shaw:
At that price, the customer knows exactly what he is going to get.



McDonald Walling:
This!


[flips the table over, and easily tears off one of its legs]



McDonald Walling:
This is what Tredway has come to mean!


[violently throws the leg against the wall]



McDonald Walling:
And what do you suppose the people think of us when they buy it? How do you suppose the men in the factories feel when they make it? What must they think of a management that is willing to stoop to selling this kind of junk in order to add a dime a year to the dividend?

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Ethan:
Well, Reverend, that tears it! From now on, you stay out of this. All of ya. I don't want you with me. I don't need ya for what I got to do.

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[Juror 8 has convinced everyone to change their votes to 'not guilty' except for Juror 3]



Juror #7:
Well, what do we do now?



Juror #7:
[to #3] You're alone.



Juror #3:
I don't care whether I'm alone or not! It's my right.



Juror #8:
It's your right.



Juror #3:
Well, what do you want? I say he's guilty.



Juror #8:
We want to hear your arguments.



Juror #3:
I gave you my arguments!



Juror #8:
We're not convinced. We want to hear them again. We have as much time as it takes.



Juror #3:
Everything... every single thing that took place in that courtroom, but I mean everything... says he's guilty. What d'ya think? I'm an idiot or somethin'? Why don't cha take that stuff about the old man; the old man who lived there and heard every thing? Or this business about the knife! What, 'cause we found one exactly like it? The old man SAW him. Right there on the stairs. What's the difference how many seconds it was? Every single thing. The knife falling through a hole in his pocket... you can't PROVE he didn't get to the door! Sure, you can take all the time hobblin' around the room, but you can't PROVE it! And what about this business with the El? And the movies! There's a phony deal if I ever heard one. I betcha five thousand dollars I'd remember the movies I saw! I'm tellin' ya: every thing that's gone on has been twisted... and turned. This business with the glasses. How do you know she didn't have 'em on? This woman testified in open court! And what about hearin' the kid yell... huh? I'm tellin' ya, I've got all the facts here...



Juror #3:
[He struggles with his notebook, throws it on the table. The photo of him with his son is on top] Here... Ah. Well, that's it - that's the whole case!


[He turns towards the window as the other jurors stare at him]



Juror #3:
Well... say something! You lousy bunch of bleedin' hearts. You're not goin' to intimidate me - I'm entitled to my opinion!


[He sees the picture of his son on the table]



Juror #3:
Rotten kids... you work your life out!


[He grabs the picture and tears it to pieces. He suddenly realizes what he's doing]



Juror #3:
[Breaks down] No. Not guilty. Not guilty.

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Margaret "Maggie" Pollitt:
This is a deliberate campaign to ruin Brick!



Mae Pollitt:
He don't need no help.



Margaret "Maggie" Pollitt:
[crying] And for the most sordid reasons on earth! Greed! Avarice and greed!



Ida 'Big Momma' Pollitt:
Margaret, darling, don't cry.



Mae Pollitt:
Well, that takes the cake! Who are the tears for? Brick? Big Daddy? Or are they for yourself? Are you crying cause you're childless? You know why she's got no kids? Ask her big, beautiful husband!



Gooper Pollitt:
Mae!

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[Darby is inside the fairy mountain]



King Brian:
Once you're here, there's no goin' back.



Darby O'Gill:
[standing] I gotta get back to Katie!



King Brian:
Ah, you needn't worry about Katie. She'll give you a grand wake an' then she'll forget all about you.



Darby O'Gill:
[angrily] Mind what you say about Katie!



King Brian:
Calm yourself now, calm yourself!



Darby O'Gill:
What've I ever done to you?



King Brian:
Nothing, Darby.



Darby O'Gill:
Who tells all the stories about ye?



King Brian:
You do, Darby.



Darby O'Gill:
Aye, who makes the women watch where they're throwin' their wash water when you an' your lads are out walking invisible?



King Brian:
You do, Darby.



Darby O'Gill:
An' who makes the men tip their hats respectful to every swirl o' dust?



King Brian:
You. You've done grand.



Darby O'Gill:
So you put the come-hither on me, that's 'ow ye pay me back! You ungrateful little frainey! Your heart's as cold as a white Christmas!


[the other leprechauns start shouting angrily]



Darby O'Gill:
They better watch what they're sayin'. I speak Gaelic too! Now you listen to me!



King Brian:
No, you listen to me! Phadrig Oge was standin' under the white thorn tree by the summer house when his Lordship gave you the bad news today. And, the moment I heard you were in trouble I swore I'd take you out of it! And if you're the good, decent man I think you are, you'll be showin' me a little bit of gratitude!



Darby O'Gill:
[abashed] I am grateful.



King Brian:
Then you can forget the tears an' troubles of the world outside. There's nothin' but fun and diversion here!

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Clare Quilty:
Listen, didn't you... didn't you have a daughter? Didn't you have a daughter with a lovely name? Yeah! A lovely... What was it now? A lovely, lyrical, lilting name, like, uh... uh...



Charlotte Haze:
Lo-li-ta!



Clare Quilty:
Lolita, that's right, Lolita. Diminutive of Dolores, "The Tears and the Roses."



Charlotte Haze:
Wednesday she's going to have a cavity filled by your Uncle Ivor.



Clare Quilty:
Yes. Hahahahaha... Yes.

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Professor Henry Higgins:
How poignant it will be on that inevitable night, when she shows up on my door in tears and rags! Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite! Shall I take her in, or hurl her to the wolves? Give her kindness, or the treatment she deserves? Will I take her back, or THROW THE BAGGAGE OUT? Well, I'm a most forgiving man. The sort who never could, ever would, take a position and staunchly never budge. A *most* forgiving man... But, I shall NEVER take her back! If she were crawling on her KNEES! Let her promise to atone, let her shiver, let her moan, I'll slam the door and let the hellcat FREEZE! Marry Freddy! HA!


[turns to unlock the door, but stops in despair]



Professor Henry Higgins:
But I'm so used to hear her say, "Good morning" every day... Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows, are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in... I'm very grateful she's a woman, and so easy to forget! Rather like a habit one can always break... And yet... I've grown accustomed to the trace... of something in the air... Accustomed... to her... face.

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Hope Brady:
Gran, I wonder if Shawn even knows about the wedding.



Alice Grayson Horton:
He saw my invitation, dear.



Hope Brady:
Did he say anything to you?



Alice Grayson Horton:
He was very hurt!



Doug Williams:
Why doesn't that bozo wize up and realize that Belle is the one he loves before it's too late?



Julie Williams:
Darling, please don't call your grandson a bozo!



Doug Williams:
What else do you call a man who allows the love of his life to marry another man?



Alice Grayson Horton:
[Jumping in] Doug Williams!


[Pointing a finger at him matter-of-factly]



Doug Williams:
[Speechless at first] But I wised up eventually.



Hope Brady:
Oh Dad!



Julie Williams:
Oh, I think I'm gonna cry.



Alice Grayson Horton:
Well, that's what weddings are for, I suppose, to support the tissue industry.



Julie Williams:
No Grandma, not tears of joy... Belle is marrying the wrong guy, and everybody here knows it.



Alice Grayson Horton:
Maybe she won't marry Phillip after all.

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Juliette Janson:
Something may make me cry, but the reason for my tears is not contained in their traces on my cheeks. In other words, you can describe what happens what I do something, without necessarily indicating what makes me do it.

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Zé do Caixão:
People are always the same. Ignorant... Superstitious... Inferior! But they will accept the truth, even if I must... make their eyes shed tears of blood!

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Alfred 'Kappy' Kapstetter:
So. We take off the clown's happy face and see tears underneath.



Sophie Cantaro:
Don't, Kappy.



Alfred 'Kappy' Kapstetter:
You leave a man's career like a bag of broken glass, and you say, "Don't, Kappy"?

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Col.Stok:
When I was a young man we had a song: "Where tears fall, a rose will grow". Do you know that song?



Harry Palmer:
No.



Col.Stok:
If that was true, Latvia would be a land full of roses. You've no idea what things happened here during the war. Latvia had its share of war criminals, that worked with the Nazis, even joined the SS and massacred thousands of their own countrymen.


[Raises glass]



Col.Stok:
Down the hatch! We've dossiers on hundreds of such Latvians. You would imagine that people guilty of such terror would remain quiet. But no, these scum are the worse troublemakers.

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Capt. Benson:
If he tears this plane apart, I hope you've got eight million to pay for it.

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Petra von Kant:
He stank like a man. The way men stink. What had once had its charms now turned my stomach and brought tears to my eyes.

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Sally Brown:
[reading off a candy heart] "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace."


[Snoopy arrives and begins to mime the poem behind her]



Sally Brown:
"I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet needs by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely as men strive for right; I love thee purely as they turn from praise; I love thee passion put to use in my old griefs and my childhood's faith. I love thee with the love I seemed to lose with my lost faith. I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life! - And, if God choose, I shall love thee better after death."


[Snoopy takes a bow, and kisses her hand]

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Frank:
Because I've seen blue skies, through the tears in my eyes. And I realize, I'm going home.

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Augustus:
Heavens, wound me if you must. I deserve it. You have knife in your hand; I wouldn't blame you if you used it.


[Augustus starts to weep]



Postumus:
Oh so it's tears now, is it? I've never known a man cry as easily as you do, father.



Augustus:
Tears come easily to me I don't deny it.



Postumus:
Well, this is wonderful. You're wonderful. Is it my role now to feel pity for you, to cry for you?



Augustus:
I MADE A MISTAKE.



Postumus:
A MISTAKE? "I made a mistake", he says, well you sure seem to make a lot of those, don't you father? Mistakes, is that what you call them? You made mistakes and you think a few tears will put them right... Well, BRAVO. Congratulations, you still have tears to shed. But how many do you think you'd have left if it had been you who sat on this rock day in, day out for four solid years, pouring them into the sea? HOW MANY-?



Augustus:
OH POSTUMUS.



Postumus:
My God, you've come to the wrong place, father, to show you've still tears; even the stones weep here.


[pause]



Postumus:
Now you've heard something? Given you pause for thought, made you think perhaps you were a bit to hasty. Is that why you're here? To tell me it was all a mistake? Well DAMN YOU, I don't want to hear it. Leave me alone. Go away and die but leave me alone.

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Queen of the Sargasso Sea:
Where we live, men have started building dikes. Every night my husband tears them down again. I don't even remember what it's like to have a good sleep.

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[Rocky, completely tired, exhausted, and in tears of happiness, makes a victory speech to the whole world]



Rocky Balboa:
Excuse me. I can't believe this has happened. I can't. And I just wanna say thanks to Apollo for fighting me. Apollo. I wanna thank Mickey, for training me.



Fan from the Arena:
We love ya, Rock!



Rocky Balboa:
Yea, I love yous too. I just also wanna thank God. Except for my kid bein' born, this is the greatest night in the history of my life. I just wanna say one thing to my wife who's home: YO, ADRIAN! I DID IT!



Adrian:
[crying in happiness] I love you. I love you.

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Mendel:
[about Guillam] He does sound jumpy. He might have overdone it a bit there. He was very loud. I've seen it all before, tough ones who crack at 40. They lock it away, pretend it isn't happening, all of a sudden you find 'em sat in front of their desks, the tears pouring on the blotter.


[Smiley looks at him critically]



Mendel:
I thought I ought to say what's on my mind.



George Smiley:
I think Peter will manage... You heard something about his murderous assignment in French North Africa, I suppose?



Mendel:
Something. Whispers.



George Smiley:
Peter was overmatched, and lost. His agents were hanged. No one recovers entirely from that sort of thing. That is, I wouldn't trust a man... who did.

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Bronco Billy McCoy:
Go ahead, let the tears fall in the beer.



Antoinette Lilly:
I'm not crying!



Bronco Billy McCoy:
There's nothing wrong with cryin'.



Antoinette Lilly:
The smoke in here is hurting my eyes!

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Joyce Davenport:
I want you to know that what you did tonight frightens me.



Furillo:
I understand.



Joyce Davenport:
Do you?



Furillo:
This is the kind of crime that tears the city apart. It brings out what's savage in thousands of people. It has to be dealt with very quickly.



Joyce Davenport:
So the book goes out the window?



Furillo:
I went by the book. I pushed a little hard at the bindings.



Joyce Davenport:
That's a crock of the well known article, Furillo. You bulldozed...



Furillo:
[Interrupting] I did what I've seen you do for clients fifty times. I used every resource.



Joyce Davenport:
Furillo, I'm a public defender. I play a role in a system of checks and balances. And other people are supposed to play their's with the same kind of energy. You, with your jungle justice, threw that all out of whack tonight. Gerald Chapman would have confessed to killing Abraham Lincoln to avoid that mob tonight.



Furillo:
I can live with what I did, Joyce. I went by my instincts, and they were right. Under these circumstances I'd do it again.



Joyce Davenport:
You can trust your instincts, Frank. Maybe even I can trust your instincts. But I don't want to trust everybody's instincts. I want there to be rules and I want them to be obeyed, especially by people who wear badges and guns. You perverted the law tonight. And you're so damn happy about snagging your confession, you don't even begin to see it yet. Please, see it, Frank.


[Furillo is silent; Davenport sighs]



Joyce Davenport:
How's Fay? Is she all right.



Furillo:
I talked to her. She has a couple of stitches in her yead. Yeah, she's all right.



Joyce Davenport:
[Davenport starts to leave the office and stops. She does not look at Furillo] Frank, I don't think I want to be with you tonight.



Furillo:
I understand.


[Davenport opens the door and Furillo stop her]



Furillo:
Gerald not only gave us a confession, he gave us the location of the murder weapon. There's no mistake her. These are the killers.



Joyce Davenport:
[Looks at Furillo evenly] Is that where you make your stand finally, Frank? The oldest excuse in the world - the ends justify the means?

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[Right after Helene has sobbed her self-confession to George and Doris, they hear Harry shout from the doorway - in full Stanley Kowalski mode]



Harry Nash:
Are you ready for me yet, George? There's nobody else outside!



George Johnson:
Harry, come here. I'm, I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Harry. Excuse me.


[Helene surreptitiously wipes her eyes]



George Johnson:
Uh, Harry, this is Helene Shaw. Helene, this is Harry Nash. Ehh, now, if you get the part of Stella, he'll be your husband in the play.


[Helene turns to look at Harry and her eyes widen. Music suggesting imminent romance begins to play. Harry is still in his dorky hardware-store outfit, with glasses, hat, and bow-tie, but he removes his glasses and smiles slightly as he looks her up and down appreciatively]



George Johnson:
Say, I, uh, I wonder if, uh, if you two would read a scene for me from this play, all right? Right here.


[Helene tears her eyes away from Harry to look at the playbook]



George Johnson:
Could you do that?



Harry Nash:
Sure! If Stella's game.


[She looks up, still wide-eyed]



Helene Shaw:
Huh?



Harry Nash:
Stella! Stella, that's you.


[then, gently:]



Harry Nash:
Stella's my wife.



Helene Shaw:
[weakly] Oh.


[He turns away to remove his vest and shirt, and a heartbeat rhythm replaces the music. Stella sees Harry's muscular back and she can't look away. He begins shadow-boxing, and she begins to fall in love]

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Sir Percy:
They knew that your tears would be the worst possible torture.

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Rupert Pupkin:
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Let me introduce myself. My name is Rupert Pupkin. I was born in Clifton, New Jersey... which was not at that time a federal offense. Is there anyone here from Clifton? Oh, good. We can all relax now. I'd like to begin by saying... my parents were too poor to afford me a childhood. But the fact is that... no one is allowed to be too poor in Clifton. Once you fall below a certain level... they exile you to Passaic. My parents did put the first two down payments on my childhood. Don't get me wrong, but they did also return me to the hospital as defective. But, like everyone else I grew up in large part thanks to my mother. If she were only here today... I'd say, "Hey, ma, what are you doing here? You've been dead for nine years!" But seriously, you should've seen my mother. She was wonderful. Blonde, beautiful, intelligent, alcoholic. We used to drink milk together after school. Mine was homogenized. Hers was loaded. Once they picked her up for speeding. They clocked her doing 55. All right, but in our garage? And when they tested her... they found out that her alcohol had 2% blood. Ah, but we used to joke together, mom and me... until the tears would stroll down her face... and she would throw up! Yeah, and who would clean it up? Not dad. He was too busy down at O'Grady's... throwing up on his own. Yeah. In fact, until I was 13 I thought throwing up was a sign of maturity. While the other kids were off in the woods sneaking cigarettes... I was hiding behind the house with my fingers down my throat. The only problem was I never got anywhere... until one day my father caught me. Just as he was giving me a final kick in the stomach for luck... I managed to heave all over his new shoes! "That's it", I thought. "I've made it. I'm finally a man!" But as it turned out, I was wrong. That was the only attention my father ever gave me. Yeah, he was usually too busy out in the park playing ball with my sister Rose. But today, I must say thanks to those many hours of practice my sister Rose has grown into a fine man. Me, I wasn't especially interested in athletics. The only exercise I ever got was when the other kids picked on me. Yeah, they used to beat me up once a week... usually Tuesday. And after a while the school worked it into the curriculum. And if you knocked me out, you got extra credit. There was this one kid, poor kid... he was afraid of me. I used to tell him...”Hit me, hit me. What's the matter with you? Don't you want to graduate?" Hey, I was the youngest kid in the history of the school to graduate in traction. But, you know, my only real interest right from the beginning, was show business. Even as a young man, I began at the very top collecting autographs. Now, a lot of you are probably wondering... why Jerry isn't with us tonight. Well, I'll tell you. The fact is he's tied up. I'm the one who tied him. Well, I know you think I'm joking... but, believe me, that's the only way... I could break into show business... by hijacking Jerry Langford. Right now, Jerry is strapped to a chair... somewhere in the middle of the city. Go ahead, laugh. Thank you. I appreciate it. But the fact is, I'm here. Now, tomorrow you'll know I wasn't kidding... and you'll think I was crazy. But, look, I figure it this way. Better to be king for a night than schmuck for a lifetime. Thank you. Thank you.

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Victor:
[J.J. has just performed a dangerous stunt] I figured it out. If we do this ten times a day, by the end of the year, we'll be billionaires.


[Victor tears up a telegram]



J.J. McClure:
What is that?



Victor:
Oh, don't worry about that. It's the Cannonball race. It's on again. A million dollars is the first prize. But don't you worry, we'll be billionaires.


[J.J. picks up a handful of hay and stuffs it into Victor's mouth]



Victor:
What did I say?



J.J. McClure:
You want me to do this ten times a day?



Victor:
Nine?


[J.J. stuffs another handful of hay in his mouth]



Victor:
What a grouch!

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Chorus:
A man who is desperate for long life and will willingly prolong his grief for more than a man's span of years is a fool to his last breath. For what does old age bring but biting pains and bitter tears and pleasures few and decreased? Later or sooner, the same death, not with marriage songs but funeral weeping, delivers us all to the earth. Not to be born is best. Or being born to waste no time in lingering, but return to the dark: our beginning and end. Youth soon passes like a carnival of frivolity. Horror and pain follow behind realities bleak and inescapable. Greed, envy, rapine, civil war and carnage: old age only increases the torment. Short of friends and breath, you struggle on towards the last crisis.

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Tom Eckert:
[Jed and Matt have located their father at the Soviet 'Re-education' camp] I was hard on you when you was growin' up. I did things that made you hate me. Now, you can see why I did. I don't want no more tears shed for me, ya hear? I'm not gonna be there for you now, you gotta look out for each other...

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Zolo:
Crocodiles shed tears when they eat their prey. You have heard of these tears I am sure. But have you seen them?

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