I am aware. I am aware! My counsel would have you believe we were not aware of the concentration camps. Not aware. Where were we? Where were we when Hitler began shrieking his hate in Reichstag? Where were we when our neighbors were being dragged out in the middle of the night to Dachau? Where were we when every village in Germany has a railroad terminal where cattle cars were filled with children being carried out to their extermination! Where were we when they cried out in the night to us. Deaf, dumb, blind!
I know it’s terrible trying to have any faith when people are doing such horrible things… But you know what I sometimes think? I think the world may be going through a phase, the way I was with mother. It’ll pass. Maybe not hundreds of years, but someday. - I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are really good at heart.
You are a strange species. Not like any other. And you’d be surprised how many there are. Intelligent but savage. Shall I tell you what I find beautiful about you? You are at your very best when things are worst.
I would never take advantage of a sexually immature species. You can assure him that’s the truth, can’t you?
Archeology is the search for FACT, not TRUTH. If it’s truth you’re interested in, Dr. Tyree’s Philosophy class is right down the hall.
Science, you know!
Look! It’s moving. It’s alive. It’s alive… It’s alive, it’s moving, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, IT’S ALIVE!
It just so happens that your friend here is only mostly dead. There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead.
Is this the body you found earlier?
Ye, Gods! There’s another one!
Any more at home like you?
My name is Benjamin Button, and I was born under unusual circumstances. While everyone else was agin’, I was gettin’ younger… all alone.
At birth, I was cast into a flaming pit of scum forgotten by God.
Welcome to Hell, would you like a hand?
What you choose to call Hell, he calls home.
I’m the Horned One. The Devil. Let me give you my card.
I’d fight ten thousand devils to save a New Hampshire man.
Back in our day, you weren’t a real man until you fucked one girl from each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. We used to call it “Making the Eight.”
Whoa ho ho! You kiss your mother with that mouth?
I love being the mother of a two-year-old! It’s like being a movie star in a world without critics.