(The unicorn jumps into the bushes by the side of the road; too late.)
MOLLY GRUE: (gasps) No. Can it truly be? Where have you been? Where have you been? (yells) Damn you, where have you been!?
SCHMENDRICK: Don’t you talk to her that way!
UNICORN: I am here now.
MOLLY GRUE: (laughs bitterly) Oh? And where were you twenty years ago, ten years ago? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent, young maidens you always come to? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this? (She begins crying. The unicorn puts her head in Molly’s lap, and she caresses it.)
SCHMENDRICK: Can you really see her? Do you really know what she is?
MOLLY GRUE: If you had been waiting to see a unicorn as long as I have…
SCHMENDRICK: She’s the last unicorn in the world.
MOLLY GRUE: It would be the last unicorn in the world that came to Molly Grue. (She sniffs.) It’s all right. I forgive you.
“No, she can’t turn cream into butter. But she can make a lion look like a manticore to eyes that want to see a manticore. Just as she’d put a false horn on a real unicorn to make them see the unicorn. …I know you. If I were blind I would know who you are.”
~ The Last Unicorn
Max: Hey. He, he, he fell on the cab. He fell, he fell from up there on the motherfucking cab. Shit. I think he’s dead.
Vincent: Good guess.
Max: You killed him?
Vincent: No, I shot him. Bullets and the fall killed him.
~ Collateral
Malcolm: “But Sidney’s more than a mere bass player. He’s a fabulous disaster. He’s a symbol, a metaphor, he embodies the dementia of a nihilistic generation. He’s a fuckin’ star.”
“The best thing about my profession is that there’s no need to make any decision. Who’s to die… when… where… it’s all been planned by others. I’m a lazy person. I like people to arrange things for me. That’s why I need a partner.”
~ Fallen Angels
Kaylee Frye: Goin’ on a year now I ain’t had nothin’ twixt my nethers weren’t run on batteries!
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Oh, God! I can’t know that!
Jayne Cobb: I could stand to hear a little more.
~ Serenity
Reggie Dunlop: Lard ass Bartley Donnellson. You all saw what happened. Stick down, gloves off. He challenged the Chiefs. Called us names, but Dave was there. Dave’s a killer.
Johnny Upton: Dave’s a mess.
Reggie Dunlop: But Dave’s out. Who’s gonna take his place?
Ned Braden: Is the answer Jesus? - Slap Shot
“The ashes were trampled into the Earth, and the blood became as snow. Who knows what they came for… weapons of steel, or murder? It was never known, for their leader rode to the south, while the children went north with the Vanir. No one would ever know that my lord’s people had lived at all. His was a tale of sorrow.”
~ Conan the Barbarian
Street Preacher: Outside the limit of our sight, feeding off us, perched on top of us, from birth to death, are our owners! Our owners! They have us. They control us! They are our masters! Wake up! They’re all about you! All around you!
~ They Live
Samir: No one in this country can ever pronounce my name right. It’s not that hard: Samir Na-gheen-an-a-jar. Nagheenanajar.
Michael Bolton: Yeah, well at least your name isn’t Michael Bolton.
Samir: You know there’s nothing wrong with that name.
Michael Bolton: There was nothing wrong with it… until I was about 12 years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys.
Samir: Hmm… well why don’t you just go by Mike instead of Michael?
Michael Bolton: No way. Why should I change? He’s the one who sucks. - Office Space
