The trapper follows the lady in, and the Frenchman is about to enter also——but his look is drawn by a whipcrack.
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The trapper follows the lady in, and the Frenchman is about to enter also——but his look is drawn by a whipcrack.
ALICE I never had his certainties. I suppose it’s a defect. BILLY KNAPP Oh, I don’t think it is a defect at all. Oh no. Uncertainty——that is appropriate for the matters of this world. Only regarding the next are we vouchsafed certainty. *** I believe certainty regarding that which we see and touch——it is seldom justified, if ever. Down the ages, from our remote past, what certainties survive? And yet we hurry to fashion new ones. Wanting their comfort. (shakes his head) “Certainty”——it is the easy path, just as you said.
(They are both looking into the fire.)
"The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The thronèd monarch better than his crown. His scepter shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptered sway. It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings; It is an attribute to God Himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this: That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea, Which, if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there."
— Portia, in William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, act 4, scene 1
“First time?”
“You seen ‘em, you play em,” sneered the hard man
Mark Wallace: “Darling, what's French for 'Inspector, I don't believe a word you're saying and you're not gonna get a damn penny?'” Joanna Wallace: 'Oui, monsieur.'
Joanna Wallace: [upset] “You just want me to become a beautiful memory, the sooner the better!” Mark Wallace: “Who said anything about beautiful?”
Mark Wallace: [Joanna has returned from an affair] “Hello.” Joanna Wallace: “Hello.” Mark Wallace: “Well?” Joanna Wallace: [softly, on the verge of tears] “I'm back.” Mark Wallace: “Enjoy yourself?” Joanna Wallace: [nods] “Yes, thank you. But I *missed* you.” [Mark sarcastically rolls his eyes, not believing her] Joanna Wallace: “I *did*.” Mark Wallace: “Why?” Joanna Wallace: “Because he's so serious.” Mark Wallace: “I thought you liked people who were serious.” Joanna Wallace: “But he's *so* serious. Mark Wallace: “Well, I'd better make some funny faces...” Joanna Wallace: [softly] “You don't need to make funny faces.” [Mark gives no response] Joanna Wallace: “Mark, I'm back!” Mark Wallace: “You humiliate me. You humiliate me... and then you come back.” Joanna Wallace: [nods tearfully] “That's right.” Mark Wallace: “Thank God!”
[he hugs her and they tearfully kiss]
Lui: “Some years from now, when I have forgotten you and other romances like this one have recurred through sheer habit, I will remember you as a symbol of love's forgetfulness. This affair will remind me how horrible forgetting is.”
“I meet you. I remember you Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.”
“As it was with him, forgetting will begin with your eyes. Then as with him, it will swallow your voice. Then as with him, it will consume you entirely, little by little. You will become a song.”
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Bruce Robertson: “Scotland. This nation brought the world television, the steam engine, golf, whiskey, penicillin, and of course, the deep-fried Mars bar. It is great being Scottish. We're such a uniquely successful race.“
Bruce Robertson: “Sometimes it takes a wrongdoer to show you when you are doing wrong. “
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Diane: “Do you find that this approach usually works? Or let me guess, you've never tried it before. In fact, you don't normally approach girls - am I right? The truth is that you're a quiet sensitive type but, if I'm prepared to take a chance, I might just get to know the inner you: witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal. Taxi! A little bit crazy, a little bit bad. But hey - don't us girls just love that?”