Movie/TV title: Nicholas Nickleby
Character name: Nicholas Nickleby
Quote(s):
Nicholas: Weakness is tiring, but strength is exhausting.
Nicholas: [on why he must leave the theatre troupe] Tis a family drama.
Mrs. Crummles: Those are always popular.
[At the assembly to see Smike flogged for running away]
Mr. Squeers: Is every boy here? Get back! You too Nickleby!
[to Smike]
Mr. Squeers: And you. Have you anything to say?
Smike: [Crying] Please, sir, spare me.
Mr. Squeers: I'll spare you. I'll flog you to within an inch of your life, and I'll spare you then.
[Squeers strikes him once, Smike cries out in pain]
Nicholas: Stop! This must not go on. I will not allow it.
Mr. Squeers: You dare to challenge my authority! Stay back!
Nicholas: Touch him at your peril! I will not stand by and see it done.
Mr. Squeers: You will do as you're told!
Nicholas: If you raise the devil within me, the consequences shall fall on your own head! Once I begin, God help you!
[Nicholas grabs the stick and starts hitting Squeers with it]
Mr. Squeers: Stop! No, please, wait!
Nicholas: I do not know why, but I am going to show you what you have never shown any boy in this room... Pity.
[Nicholas cuts down Smike and helps him out]
Nicholas: That's John Browdie.
Newman Noggs: Is he good or bad.
Nicholas: He gave me money when he heard I'd beaten Squeers.
Newman Noggs: Oh, than he's good.
Mr. Crummles: But there is tragedy in the family.
Nicholas: The pony's family?
Mr. Crummles: Yes... the father drank. Ended up in the circus, drinking port wine with the clowns. Got greedy, couldn't quit and choked on the bottle.
[Gasps]
Mr. Crummles: At any rate, I'd Iove to bring you and your friend out.
Nicholas: Does your friend think I'm in love with her?
Tilda: Does she think so? Of course.
Nicholas: But I have made no such declaration.
Tilda: Your eyes said what your mouth could not.
Nicholas: Perhaps my mouth should say what my eyes have not. I have scarcely seen the lady three times but should I have seen her 30 or 30,000, it would be the same. I have not one thought, hope or wish connected with her unless it is part of the picture I keep in my mind of one day being able to turn my back upon this accursed place and never to think of it again with any feeling but loathing and disgust.
John Browdie: Wait. I say Wait. I've come from the schoolhouse. Mr Squeers says he was attacked. Beaten, and nearly sensless. When he said it was thee who did it, I knew thee must nor be allowed to leave...
Nicholas: We will not be stopped.
John Browdie: ...without my shaking your hand and saying to thee, "Job well done". Give us thee hand, will you?
Smike: Though I would have died to make her happy it broke my heart to see. I know he loves her dearly.
Nicholas: Kate.
Smike: I love her.
Nicholas: See I cannot save you. For I need saving too.
Mr. Crummles: And this is the infant phenomenon. She is but 10 years old.
Nicholas: [the Infant Phenomenon is clearly older] Not... older?
Mr. Crummles: [Raises eyebrow] Not a day.
Nicholas: My father told me that the great journey of my life would be to find such a person. But, I am nearly 20 years of age and I fear he may be wrong.
Nicholas: [to Ralph Nickleby] Your curse has no power over me. The structures you raised all through your misspent life are crumbling into dust. This day, this very day, 10000 pounds of your hoarded wealth are gone in one great crash. Your day is done. Night is coming fast for you.
Mrs. Nickleby: [Nicholas' father, Ralph's brother, died] Mine was no common loss.
Ralph Nickleby: I was no uncommon loss. Husbands die every day. And wives.
Nicholas: Brothers also.
Ralph Nickleby: Yes, and puppies, too.
Mrs. Nickleby: We feel he died of a broken heart.
Ralph Nickleby: Pooh, there's no such thing.
Nicholas: [resentfully] Indeed, if you have no heart to break.
Smike: Tomorrow where will you go?
Nicholas: Perhaps to Liverpool. I could find work on a ship. Do not be anxious. Before I do anything I will get you to your home. Where is it?
Smike: You are my home.
Nicholas: [affectionately] Smike.
Smike: Please may I go with you to sea? I will be your faithful, hardworking servant, I will. Promise I will. I want only to be near you.
Nicholas: Smike, the wall that separates us shall never be set by me. And I promise you, from this night forward, the world shall deal by you as it does by me.
John Browdie: [of the kidnapped Smike] He's in the schoolmaster's room, next to Tilda's and my room.
Nicholas: What is the way in?
John Browdie: You must go through the inn, but the schoolmaster is sitting in the front room just by the stairs.
Newman Noggs: Oh dear. It's impossible.
John Browdie: I could distract the schoolmaster, you could slip past and go to my room, there is a door adjoining the schoolmaster's, go through it, get the lad. I'll watch the stairs and again try to disrtact him when you come out.
Newman Noggs: If I could offer an opinion in regards to this scheme? It seems, uh, foolhardy, riddled with danger, and doomed to failure. Otherwise I can find no fault with it. It is for Smike.
Nicholas: [Smike has consumption] Father, I know I am stronger than when you left, but not strong enough to lose Smike. If this is what that strength is for, then I do not want it.
[cries]
Nicholas: Not Smike.
Nicholas: [on the Squeers treating Smike badly because he is friends with Nicholas] You will do better when I am gone.
Smike: [alarmed] Gone? When are you going?
Nicholas: I would go tomorrow if I could.
Smike: Tell me, is the world as bad as this place?
Nicholas: [smiles] Oh no.
Smike: Should I ever meet you there?
Nicholas: Well, yes I'm sure at...
Smike: No, no tell me. Tell me that I should be sure to find you.
Nicholas: [affirmatively] You would and I would help you and aid you. I would not bring fresh sorrow on you as they have done here.
Nicholas: [to Sir Mulberry Hawk] I am your equal in education and birth and, I trust, your superior in everything otherwise!
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Movie/TV title:Green Street
Character name:Pete Dunham
Quote(s):
Pete Dunham: You don't run, not when you're with us... You stand your ground and fight!
Pete Dunham: So, I'm guessing you're not much of a fighter.
Matt Buckner: Fighter? That's probably the first fight I ever had.
Pete Dunham: You call that a fight?
Bovver: [Pete and Matt walk into the pub] Jesus, you two attatched at the fucking hip or what?
Pete Dunham: Leave it out Bov, it's getting old.
Bovver: Nah, I'm starting to wonder about you two. I mean if I didn't know any better I'd say you was a couple of gay boys.
Pete Dunham: Bov, we've known each other a long time yeah? I trust you more than any other bloke I know, but you're getting dangerously close to crossing the line with me. If you got a problem then it's your fucking problem, not mine. But if you wanna discuss it further, we can go outside.
Matt Buckner: What are you talkin' about, baseball is a girl's game? The Red Sox has a guy that pitches the ball over 90 miles per hour!
Pete Dunham: Who cares? All that means is that he can have a wank faster than you.
Pete Dunham: [to Bovver] This is Matt, Shannon's brother.
Matt Buckner: [Holds his hand out to Bovver] Hey.
[Bovver turns his head and smokes his cigarette]
Swill: That's the painting on his face, he don't give a fuck, does he? He don't give a fuck.
Pete Dunham: Mate, he's practically family.
[Bovver shrugs]
Swill: [laughing] Oh mate, he's fucking painful!
Pete Dunham: Bov's a miserable cunt, but we love him dearly don't we boys?
Dave: Yeah, sometimes.
Swill: Like a fucking brother!
Matt Buckner: [Discussing the West Ham / Millwall Rivalry] It's like the Yankees and the Red Sox.
Pete Dunham: More like the Israelis and the Palestinians.
Pete Dunham: [after learning about why Matt got kicked out of Harvard] If he's done that to me I'd have beat the seven shades of shit out of him!
[first lines]
Pete Dunham: Fuck me. If I knew we was going to a bar mitzvah, I would have brought me fuckin' skull cap. Mate, Tottenham's due north. Are you lost? Or just fucking stupid?
Pete Dunham: So what were you studyin' before this geezer stitched ya up?
Matt Buckner: [Hesitates] ... History
Pete Dunham: History? I teach history!
Matt Buckner: [surprised] You teach?
Pete Dunham: Yes... cheeky slag! History and P.E. What you think the GSE paid a bloody wage? Mate I'm smart as fuck!
Matt Buckner: You look nervous.
Pete Dunham: Nervous? Fuck off...
Matt Buckner: Well what's on your mind then?
Pete Dunham: Only two little words keep every Hammer in England up all night... "United away".
Pete Dunham: Fuck it, I will take you with me. You might learn something...
Matt Buckner: About soccer?
Pete Dunham: No mate. Not about soccer, AND FOR FUCK SAKE, STOP SAYING SOCCER!
Pete Dunham: TOMMY! Don't you wanna finish me off then?
Tommy Hatcher: You're already finished little Petey! The NTO will take care of you in a minute you mug!
Pete Dunham: We didn't kill your son Tommy! YOU DID! You should have protected him mate! He was your son!
Tommy Hatcher: Don't you talk about my fuckin son! DON'T TALK ABOUT MY FUCKIN SON!
Pete Dunham: Alright, look. We're sort of goin' into my place of business, right? Shut up until you're spoken to and you might have a better run at things. The only thing regarded worse than a Yank around here are coppers and journalists.
Matt Buckner: What d'you got against journalists?
Pete Dunham: How long have you got? They're lying fucking scum who'll write anything just to fill papers.
Dave: Now that we can stop kissing each other asses, I got to point out
[points at Matt]
Dave: ... you see the first punch he threw?
Pete Dunham: Yeah.
Dave: Little bit on the feminine side.
Matt Buckner: What?
Pete Dunham: A bit gay. A little bit gay.
Pete Dunham: Fuckin' "journos." Look at this. West Ham wins three-nill in a blinding performance and our little scrap makes the headline. Bloody muckrakers.
Pete Dunham: [Matt and Pete are sitting at a food vendor stall, reading a newspaper the morning after the Birmingham game/fight] Fuckin' journos. Look at this.
[he slaps the paper]
Pete Dunham: West Ham wins 3-nil in a blindin' performance, and our little scrap makes the headline. Bloody muckrakers.
Matt Buckner: So, what is this?
Pete Dunham: Bollocks journo bullshit.
Matt Buckner: No, no, this, the GSE.
Pete Dunham: [whispering] Shhh! Lower it, son!
Matt Buckner: What are you guys, like, an organized political movement or something?
Pete Dunham: No, mate. We're a firm. You never heard of a firm in the States?
Matt Buckner: No.
Pete Dunham: All right. Every football team in Europe's got a firm. Some have two.
[Matt gives him a blank look]
Pete Dunham: Christ, I forgot how clueless you Yanks are. All you've seen of us is the stadium riots on TV, innit? Come on.
[they get up and walk away from the stall]
Pete Dunham: See, West Ham football is mediocre. But our firm is top-notch, and everyone knows it. The GSE: Green Street Elite. Arsenal... great football, shit firm... the Gooners. Tottenham... shit football, and a shit firm... the Yids, they're called. I actually put their main lad through a phone box window the other day.
Matt Buckner: [Matt looks down at the newspaper] What about Millwall?
Pete Dunham: Ah, Millwall. Where to even fucking begin with Millwall. Millwall and West Ham firms hate each other, more than any other firms by far.
Matt Buckner: Sorta like the Yankees and the Red Sox.
Pete Dunham: More like the Israelis and the Palestinians.
[Matt laughs]
Pete Dunham: We haven't played Millwall in ten years. Their top boy's this geezer named Tommy Hatcher. 'Orrible ol' cunt. Back in the Major's day, Tommy's son was killed in a scrap. After that, he went completely mental. Lost the plot.
Matt Buckner: Well, who's the Major?
Pete Dunham: Ah, the Major. Quite a legend 'round here. He ran the GSE in the Nineties, when I was comin' up. Hardest bastard you ever saw. They say we kinda lost our way when he left. But believe me, my boys are bringin' the ol' GSE reputation right back.
Matt Buckner: So basically, firms are gangs?
Pete Dunham: Kind of... but we're a far cry from all that Bloods and Crips bullshit. I mean shootin' a machine gun out of a movin' car at an 8 year old girl, that's just cowardly. See, we might be into fightin' an all that... but it's more about reputation. Humiliatin' another mob in a row, doin' somethin' the other firms get to hear and talk about - like a Yank in his first fight battering one of Birmingham's main lads.
Pete Dunham: Hey broth, you couldn't make a hundred could you?
Steve Dunham: Yeah, how does piss off sound?
Pete Dunham: Oh fuck off. Come on. Get some drinks in. Get some drinks in. Get some...
Steve Dunham: Shut up! Just shut up. I'll tell you what I'll do, alright? I'll give you a hundred, if you take Matt here to the match.
Pete Dunham: Oh fuck off. You're havin' a bubble. Broth, you know I can't take a yank to football.
Steve Dunham: Sure you can. And your gunna be on your best behavior. DO you understand?
[Pete tries to grab the money as Steve pulls it away]
Pete Dunham: Come on then.
Pete Dunham: Look mate, I'm not being funny, but the last thing I want to do is take you to the match with me. So here's how it works, you give me half the money, I'll go to football, and you can have a wonder 'round where Churchill took a tom, or whatever it is you Yanks do here in Jolly old.
Matt Buckner: Tom?
Pete Dunham: Tom. A tom tit. A shit. It's rhyming slang, like bees and honey for money. Or I could say to you, give me the fucking bees.
Matt Buckner: I made a promise to Steve.
Pete Dunham: Well Steve ain't here, is he mate. And to be honest, your pissing in the wind if you think I'm taking you with me.
Matt Buckner: Well, I'm not giving you the money.
Pete Dunham: You ain't really got a fucking choice mate. And your starting to ge ton my tits. Give me half the money.
Matt Buckner: [Matt points to something] Cops!
Pete Dunham: [Pete looks over to where Matt pointed, and Matt tries to kick Pete. Pete grabs Matts foot and turns to him] Well how fucking stupid do you feel now? Come on then, dance for me Yankee.
[Pete kicks Matt's other foot and Matt falls to the ground]
Pete Dunham: That's what you get for fighting like a bleeding tart. But try that again, and I will kick he shit out of you.
Matt Buckner: yeah, the tom out of me, i get it.
Pete Dunham: [laughing] Get up, come on.
Steve Dunham: I thought you were going to the match.
Pete Dunham: Well, technically, yes. But, what happened was me and the boys got in a bit of a drinking session last night. One thing lead to another...
Steve Dunham: Let me guess. You've lost your wallet.
Pete Dunham: And me keys.
[car horn beeps outside]
Pete Dunham: Ah. There's a taxi outside.
[Steve walks away to get his wallet]
Pete Dunham: Top bloke, my brother. So, how are we my colonial cousin?
Matt Buckner: Fine, thanks.
Pete Dunham: [mimicking Matt's accent] Fine, thanks
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Movie/TV title: Children of Men
Character name: Patric
Quote(s):
Patric: This never fucking happened, so don't go telling tales 'cause we'll be watching you. At work, when you sleep, when you have a piss, we'll be watching. All the *fucking* time.
Theodore Faron: Jeez, your breath stinks.
Patric: No, it doesn't.
Theodore Faron: Yes, it does.
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