Shall we play a game?
“Take baseball,” Castor continued. “It’s not practical. How can you figure a one-g trajectory and place your hand at the point of contact in the free-flight time between bases? We’re not miracle men.”
A strange game. The only winning move is not to play. How about a nice game of chess?
Thank you, sir. You look really nice today. It’s the green. It brings out the seriousness in your eyes.
Listen to me, Hatcher. You’ve gotta tell them! Soylent Green is people!
Oh my people, my people! Of course not! As if there were any question!
Sonmi-451: That ship… that ship must be destroyed.
Hae-Joo Chang: Yes.
Sonmi-451: The systems that built them must be turned down.
Hae-Joo Chang: Yes.
Sonmi-451: No matter if we’re born in a tank or a womb, we are all Pureblood.
Hae-Joo Chang: Yes.
Sonmi-451: We must all fight and, if necessary, die to teach people the truth.
Hae-Joo Chang: This is what we have been waiting for.
OICE (O.S.): Gees feesetes, what’s happened to his head?
COMMANDERETTE:It’s on backwards.
SKROOB:This is terrible. Do something.
SNOTTY:I’m sorry, sir. There must have been a microconverter malfunction.
Help me! Help meeee!
Give me a hand with this helmet.
[Wilhelm scream]
The rolling terrible thunder of her voice shook my bones and I swallowed a scream.
She’s not only alive, she’s bigger! What did you do, try to kill her with a Grow Lite?
Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Might we ask for your name, madam?
Susan Murphy: Susan.
B.O.B.: No, we mean like your monster name. You know, what do people scream when they see you coming? Like “Look out! Here comes…?”
Susan Murphy: Susan.
Dr. Cockroach Ph.D.: Really?
B.O.B.: [spookily] SUUUUSSAAANN! Ooh, I just scared myself! That is scary!
Hey, you wanna see something really scary?
That’s not acceptable.
… He was a roll model.
[This is how “role” is spelled in my copy. Cracks me up when I think of Hiro doing photo shoots with baked goods]
I’ve got an armor-plated van with a Teflon sheen,
A Plexiglas windshield, Polaroid green,
Bullet-proof tires with a Kevlar mesh,
And a hotbox to keep your pepperonis fresh.
I’ve got an on-board computer to do my math,
A big cow-catcher to clear my path,
And I’ll fry the brains of anyone I miss –
I’ve got a tape of Frank Sinatra singing Grace Jones and KISS.
Domino Death, I’m crazy as Hell,
Domino Death, I hope you tip real well,
Domino Death, you better watch for me,
And if you manage to survive, you get the pizza for free.
It’s armored in fact–has a massive momentum.