Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords; great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else, desire power.
Are you seeing planes? Is your name Tattoo? Because I swear to God, you’re living on Fantasy Island.
Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
Sure, I do blow all night. Monkey jerk me off while I watch Stu make fuck with lady-boy.
They took everything about me and put it into a computer where they created this model of my mind. Using that model, they managed to generate every thought I could possibly have in the next, say, 10 years. Which they then filtered through a probability matrix of some kind, to determine everything I was gonna do in that period. So you see, she knew I was gonna lead the Army of the Twelve Monkeys into the pages of history before it ever even occurred to me. She knows everything I’m ever gonna do before I know it myself! How’s that?
Well my my momma always said, “Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
Your home is a box. Your car is a box on wheels. You drive to work in it. You drive home in it. You sit in your home, staring into a box. It erodes your soul, while the box that is your body inevitably withers… then dies. Whereupon it is placed in the ultimate box, to slowly decompose.
Oh, Auntie Em, there’s no place like home!
I remember I had this feeling I was going to get killed right outside the jail. I knew Paulie was still pissed at me and he’s such a hothead I was afraid he might have me whacked before he calmed down. And I was also worried about Jimmy. Jimmy knew if Paulie found out he was in the drug deals with me, Paulie would have Jimmy killed even before me. This is the bad time. I didn’t feel safe until I got home.
Paulie! Fly back to me! Paulie! Paulie, I love you! Fly back to me!
Dumbo! C’mon, fly! Open up them ears! The magic feather was only a gag. You can fly. Honest you can!
If I let you go, do you think you could fly?
That wasn’t flying! That was… falling with style!
He can fall, he can give up his existence as he knows it, he can give up eternity and become… one of us.
The humans have besmirched everything bestowed on them. They were given Paradise, they threw it away. They were given this planet, they destroyed it. They were favored best among all His endeavors, and some of them don’t even believe He exists. And in spite of it all, He’s shown them infinite fucking patience at every turn. What about us? I asked you… once to lay down the sword because I felt sorry for them. What was the result? Our expulsion from Paradise. WHERE WAS HIS INFINITE FUCKING PATIENCE THEN? IT’S NOT RIGHT, IT’S NOT FAIR. We’ve paid our debt. Don’t you think it’s time? Don’t you think its time we went home? and to do that, I think we have to dispatch of our would-be dispatchers.
Well, I didn’t vote for you.
Even the Nazis think this guy is nuckin’ futs.
I hate Illinois Nazis.
I got married in Paris, was almost buried in Paris…Paris, Illinois.
Why don’t you go to Paris? Then you can drink “sham-pahg-nee” and eat “sham-pig-nons” and “champs ulysses”…