Male: Contemporary: Dramatic

If it hadn't been for you, I should have shot myself long ago. What's the family creed? "I believe in Gerald. I believe in Gerald the Brother. I believe in Gerald the Son. I believe in Gerald the Nephew. I believe in Gerald the Friend, the Lover, Gerald the Holy Marvel."

Oh. Do you know something, Evelyn. Now I'm talking off the top of my head now because I've only just met you, I don't really know you...

You decided to be logical, didn't you, poor simpleton? Logic forever! The question now is: where will that take you?...

Tsar Ivan was like a great volcano, and from the bowels of this volcano came an earthquake which shook all the world, and there would shoot up tongues of flame that carried death and destruction through all the land. Tsar Fyodor is quite different. I would rather compare him to a cleft in a green meadow. Its ruts and hillocks are overgrown with green, silken grass. But if you wander about carelessly, both the shepherd and his flock will fall through the cleft -- into a precipice. We have a

It's an absolute lie, the whole story. We have not abandoned her. As a child she was left without father or mother when she was seven years old. Her mother, a good woman, was unfortunate in love, and set her heart on a worthless fellow, one of those glib, smooth-tongued wretches, half French, half Spanish, who hail from nobody knows where. Well, one day they were married. Years later, she died from a blow that he gave her, and the man, for he was a smuggler, was found dead one morning in a gully on the French

My life turned upside down since then. I couldn't go back to work when you left. I wanted to go to dad and tell him you were going to be married..

Why did I choose this house? Well, for the same reasons that you did, I guess. Uh, its'...all alone. It's unto itself. Of course, you thought that...that would be different, that you would have neighbours but you don't, not yet....the person in the film, the person that was supposed to live here is going through a very strange time in their lives. They have everything they want or they have the means to get everything they want but they don't know what they need....so they... try different things and this

You know every time I go on one of these flights to rescue Zoe, I remember the summer we almost lost her. She was 3 years old. It happened one morning at this cottage we used to rent. We were all together sleeping in bed. It was a wonderful time in out lives. We still felt we had a future together, the three of us. I remember I was....awakened by Zoe's breathing. It was labored. I looked across and I noticed that...she was sweating...and all swollen, and I...I grabbed her

You're angry, aren't you, Mrs. Otto? That's why I'm here. To give your anger a voice. To be your weapon against whoever caused that bus to go off the road. Dolores was doing exactly what she's done for years. Besides, the school board's insurance was minimal, a few million at most. The really deep pockets are in the town...or the company that made the bus. Mrs. Otto, there is no such thing as an accident. The word doesn't mean anything to me. As far as I'm concerned, somebody somewhere made

Peter, I know Dave's circumstances, and so I know why you're here. Dave is a star of such compelling stature that frankly it makes me personally angry he finds himself this abused. We pride ourselves here at CAA in developing a career plan for our clients that protects them as much as enriches them. David has set such an incredibly high professional standard and yet he is going disturbingly unrewarded. That just doesn't make sense....."

He's younger than you are", that's what she said. Anybody would think I was doddering about on bleeding crutches. Trouble is, I still keep thinking about her. I can't get her out of me mind. Who'd have thought a ruddy great lust-box like her would have found her way into anybody's feelings? She might have looked a hard case, but underneath she was quite mumsie, and she was in beautiful condition. Do you know, I'm beginning to think she was beautiful. After all, it ain't through the eyes that you

I could have dropped on the spot with the shock. All I was expecting to see was....Well, come to think of it, I don't rightly know what I was expecting to see....Certainly not this perfectly formed...being. I half expected it to cry out. It didn't, of course. It couldn't have done. It could never have had any life in it. I mean, not a proper life of its own. No, I suppose not. Still...it must have had some life, of course. And as it lay there so quiet, so still....it

Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis...

So here I am. I'm just in town for a one day layover and I happen to find myself in this bar. So, so far so good. What am I going to do? I could lounge alone and lonely and stare into my drink, or I could take the bull by the horns...."

Ye call me chief; and ye do well to call him chief who for twelve long years has met upon the arena every shape of man or beast the broad Empire of Rome could furnish, and who never yet lowered his arm. If there be one among you who can say that ever, in

Hold the calls. I'm here, I'm here every night, I come up here every night. This is my job, this is what I do for a living. I come up here and I do the best I can. I give you the best I can. I can't do better than this. I can't. I'm only a human being up here...

Look, I don't need you or anyone else to tell me about me. I don't need you to think that without your help I wouldn't be where I am now. I can do fine without your help, I got a GED, I went to a community college with money I earned at a warehouse, I didn't go to Harvard, I didn't get a scholarship and I'll be goddamned if you think you can take any credit for where I am today. [Pause.] When I was a boy, I lived in a bad place. Broken down cars, broken

Marriage, my young friends, is an iniquitous arrangement devised by the Devil himself for driving all the love out of the hearts of lovers. They start out as much in love with each other as you two are today, and they end by being as sick of the sight of each other as you two

I've seen it happen. People talk of these "cures" ... Anything may be a cure ... for something. Yesterday they installed a regular medicine man in the dispensary. He has just got through his examinations in Madrid with flying colours ... and he seems a clever boy. A little pedantic ... but that's only natural ... for he knows such a lot ... such a devil of a lot. To hear him talk about serums and injections and immunity and all the while giving me a look from the corner of his eye as if to say, "Now's

Your husband has been writing the speech here, and by his own wish he read it to me three days ago. The occasion is to be an important one; and, well, there are a dozen young men in the party at present, all capable of filling a certain small ministerial post. And as he is one of

"Personal" "Most Urgent" "Senor Don Juan De Vargas." Of that there's no doubt--and it's the writing of Teresa. Come now, calm! Very calm! [Pause.] Now I'm beginning to see clearly--but at first--I felt a wave of blood--immense, without end, which suddenly mounted to my head and broke in red foam at my eyes, and all--all red--even Maria. Poor Maria. She ran away terrified. She said I struck her--I couldn't have--Christ--to strike a child--my child--no, not children--not any child. Now--to think it out quietly. I must know many things. If it was only one! But there are so many! And

If everyone else is talking now, why shouldn't we talk, too? The whole town is a seething, boiling whirlpool that sucks in and absorbs and devours and utterly destroys the honor, the good name, the very being of three people, and carries them away on the spray of laughter through the canal of human misery to the social abyss of shame, and there drowns forever the future, the fair name, and the memory, of these unhappy beings. No, I will not speak lower. They aren't whispering; they're shouting aloud. Why, the air fairly resounds! There isn't a

Thus am I doubly arm'd: my death and life, My bane and antidote are both before me: This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. What means this heaviness that hangs upon me? This lethargy that creeps through all

I was just thinking of this Star Trek convention I went to a couple of years ago. Shatner was there. I always wanted to see him. I grew up with Captain Kirk, so... I'm at this convention—nerds everywhere—waiting for Shatner...

[In a heavy Italian accent] Ah, Signor, how do? I am ver' glad to see you. [Smiling] Si, Signor, I come-a back. I make-a de treep to Italia--I make-a de treep back to New York. . . . Si, I make-a de mon'--I got il bottega--il magazino--what you call--shop. Na,

I told you -- I'm through with being a thief, so help me God! I'll quit! If I say so, I'll do it! I can read and write -- I'll work -- He's been telling me to go to Siberia on my own hook -- let's go there together, what do you say? Do you think I'm not disgusted with my whole life? Oh -- Natasha -- I know . . . I see . . . I console myself with the thought that there are lots of people who are honored and respected -- and

Some one has to be kind, girl -- some one has to pity people! Christ pitied everybody -- and he said to us: "Go and do likewise!" I tell you -- if you pity a man when he most needs it, good comes of it. Why -- I used to be a watchman on the estate of an engineer near Tomsk -- all right -- the house was right in the middle of a forest -- lonely place -- winter came -- and I remained all by myself. Well -- one night I heard a noise

There -- you say -- truth! Truth doesn't always heal a wounded soul. For instance, I knew of a man who believed in a land of righteousness. He said: "Somewhere on this earth there must be a righteous land -- and wonderful people live there -- good people! They respect each other, help each other, and everything is peaceful and good!" And so that man -- who was always searching for this land of righteousness -- he was poor and lived miserably -- and when things got to be so bad with him that it seemed there

"Hi. I'm Max. I'm 35 and I have two children and a very beautiful wife. I work in the commercial industry. Well, advertising industry. I'm a commercial director. Fairly successful. What am I saying? I'm really successful. My commercials win awards in Europe. Well, enough about me. Before, I used to work with my friend. Charlie. Well, I'm in New York for business, just overnight, so I'm gonna go meet him. Charlie's gay. Well, I'm not gay. Charlie is gay. But...and he recently found out he is HIV positive. Man,

Oh, very well, if you're so keen on it. But remember, you suggest it. I never said I wanted to separate from you--if I had, I wouldn't be here now.... You, on account of your love for me, have tyrannized over me, bothered me, badgered me, nagged me, for fifteen years. You have interfered with me, taken my time and strength, and prevented me from accomplishing great works for the good of humanity. You have crushed my soul, which longs for serenity and peace, with your perpetual complaining!....But you

I knew this professor in college, a physicist and he said there are these things called wormholes in time. Holes that can theoretically transport people to their other realities. Ya see, somewhere in another reality we have made the other decisions the choices we didn't make! In another reality this

The magnificence of the Ambersons began in 1873. Their splendor lasted throughout all the years that saw their Midland town spread and darken into a city. In that town in those days, all the women who wore silk or velvet knew all the other women who wore silk or velvet and everybody knew everybody else's family horse and carriage....."

What in tarnation are you laughing at? Then shut up! Only idiots laugh at nothing. When I was called down from the red clay hills where I was born...barefoot and hungry, called by the voice of God, which I was...(phone rings) .Will somebody pick up that damn phone? I ain't never forgot what I was called for. I didn't build a land of milk and honey only to see some egghead...I've hawked and spit all my life and I'll go on hawking and spitting til the end of my days.

You still resent my not being in the hospital with you, don't ya? You know it, uh -- it wasn't my decision. Things had gotten so out of hand between your mother and me by then that I -- Hell, I didn't want to be in your room and make it worse. I did something that day that I'd never done in my life. I didn't tell your mother the truth. Called in sick, and then I left like I was going to work. And I didn't tell your mother

Yeah, well. The truth of the matter is, John Wintergreen, you don't know your own ass from a row of rat shit in a windstorm. Hi there. I am talking to myself. But I ain't listening. You're supposed to listen to your inner voices. They tell you what to do.... ...continued...

I trust no man. I can read lies in their faces, I see intrigue in their protestations. Their eyes, their mouths, their hands, their whole body lies. Suspicion poisons every thought I have. I was intended for a quieter existence. I love men, and I wish to believe in them. But how can I, when I see them perjure themselves ten times a day, sell themselves, their friends, their armies, their Patrie, for motives of fear, or ambition, or viciousness, or malevolence pure and simple? I have seen Mirabeau, Lafayette, Dumouriez, Custine, the king, the aristocrats, the Girondins,

Look at those nasty scoundrels, those blue toads, those idiotic fools! Just because they're titled, they think they can make laws for free men! Bourgeois! The moment four of them gather together, they form committees and spoil good paper with their rules and regulations!

I was lying there on my back. I could smell the avocado blossoms. I could hear the coyotes. I could hear stock cars squealing down the street. I could feel myself....

Look at me now. Impotent. Can't strike a kill unless the charts are right. Stuck in my image. Stuck in a mansion. Waiting. Waiting for a kid who's probably just like me...."

Just been listening to that stupid bastard I took myself for thirty years ago, hard to believe I was ever as bad as that. Thank God that's all done with anyway. (Pause) The eyes she had!....

I want to say what I have to say and then I'll take you wherever you want to go....Yeah, I was shocked that day. I'm an Irish cop from Queens. My father was a cop. All I knew about black people what that they hated me and they made my job hard. We met at Brooklyn Law and everything changed for me. They're right -- love can do that to you. I loved being in love with a girl from the 34. It made me feel anything's possible in this

Harry and I had started to town with a load of potatoes. We came along the road from my place and as I got here I said, I'm going to see if I can't get John Wright to go in with me on a party telephone.' I spoke to Wright about it once before

Now is my way clear, now is the meaning plain: Temptation shall not come in this kind again. The last temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right deed for the wrong reason...

Honey, I told you I thoroughly checked on these stories! Now wait till I finish. The trouble with Dame Blanche was that she couldn't put on her act any more in Laurel!...."

I started to have bad dreams. Nightmares, and cold sweats at night, and I had palpitations, and on my leaves I got drunk and woke up in strange places with faces on the next pillow I'd never seen before. My eyes had a wild look in them in the mirror. I got the idea I wouldn't live through the war, that I wouldn't come home, that all the excitement and glory of being Chance Wayne would go up in smoke at the moment of contact between my brain and a

Stumblejohn! I shouldn't have done that - that was way off the beam. You don't smoke, do you? Would you care for a mint?..."

Heaven knows with what unwillingness and hate I enter this damn'd place. But such extremes Of wrongs in love fight 'gainst religious knowledge, That were I led by this disease to deaths As numberless as creatures that must die, I could not shun the way. I know what 'tis To pity madmen now; they're wretched things That ever were created, if they be Of woman's making and her faithless vows. I fear they're now a-kissing. What's a'clock? 'Tis now but suppertime, but night will come, And all new-married couples make

I have no desires. None...There was a messenger...that's right. We were sent for. (He wheels at Rosecrantz and raps out). Syllogism the second: one, probability is a factor which operates within natural forces....

WHERE IS HE?! He ... he said he'd always be here! And now ... he's ... it's all ... it's all falling apart ... and he's not ... he's not here to ... to put it all ... [Pause.]

Now that my life is drawing to a close, I have only regrets. Regrets that the woman that I shared my life with is not the one that I loved the most deeply. Regrets that there is no love between my son and myself. That is my fault. Regrets that perhaps I have been too severe with my daughter. Too demanding that I haven't given her enough feeling...I was so unhappy myself so caught up in those stupid studies of historical figures. Even though I have achieved some eminence in

Miss Meyers, can you just answer me just one qestion?...Why is it that I have to take P.E. every stinking year, because really...I want to know. I mean every year, it's exactly the same, I'm forced to humiliate myself in front of the rest of the class. It's not so bad for

"Don't 'but - Albert' me, Rose! You are merely woman. I am man! Woman's job is to obey and keep the house clean! And speak only when she is spoke to! And my first command, woman, is for you to get our bags and be down at the station by six-thirty tomorrow morning...when I intend to be there with Conrad! And I further command you to bring whatever legal documents are necessary because I intend on making you Mrs. Albert Peterson by 2400 hours tomorrow! Roger, over, and out! ...Rose,

(into phone) A lot of nerve these people have, you know. Yogurt! I mean who would have thought in an age of cold war thaw that...well, listen, David, you spend your life staring at 64 squares, you start to go a bit cuckoo after a while, I mean chess is a violent sport. David, listen to me, the chances of getting FREDDIE to pose for a photo with the Russian are less than zero. Unless you're talking about the cover. Now that would be different, wouldn't it? Shhh. Time Life.

(They sit quietly, looking up out toward the street.) I mean, I was just walking down the street and they came up on me like they was important, and they start pushing me around, you know. And they pushed me into this alley, not an alley, but this hallway and back down the end of that to this dark place at the end of the hallway and they start punching at me, and I just fell into this ball on the floor so they couldn’t hurt me or nothing. But

Hi Mom, how's work? Do you think we're going to stick around this time? I sure hope so, I feel like I'm starting like this school..Hey I made you some supper...would you like something to drink with it? (Beat) Great! (Timidly) Hey Mom? You know, since we've been moving around, I hadn't really had a chance to make

I always make it a rule to smoke in the can. And what else is a room with half-breeds in it, eh, Riff? Clear out, Spics. Sure; it's a free country and I ain't got the right. But it's a country with laws: and I can find the right. I got the badge, you got the skin. It's tough all over. Beat it! Say, where's the rumble gonna be? Ah, look: I know regular American don't rub with the gold-teeth otherwise. The river? The park? [Silence.] I'm for you. I

I bet you don't remember as much as me. I remember everything you ever done; every word you ever said. I can't think of nuthin' else. You see how it is? I see. I ain't good enough fer you, am I? I'm a hired hand. Got dirt on my hands, pigslop. Ain't fittin' to touch you. We'll see who's better, Miss Laurey Williams. Then maybe you won't be so free and high-filootin' with yer airs. You're such a FINE lady! I TOLD YOU THE WAY IT WAS, AND YOU WOULDN'T

I don't understand you! You're all up on perches but it doesn't hide your arseholes! You don't give a shit about gods and heroes! If you're honest - each one of you - which of you isn't more at home with his hairdress than Hercules? Or Horatius? Or your stupid Danaius come to that! Or mine - mine! Idomeneo, King of Crete! All those anguished antuques are all bores! Bores, bores, bores! All serious operas written this century are boring! (laughs vigorusly) Look at us! Four gaping mouths. What a

I shall impersonate a man. His name is Alonso Quijana, a country squire no longer young. Being retired, he has much time for books. He studies them from morn till night and often through the night and morn again, and all he reads oppresses him; fills him with indignation at man's murderous ways toward man. He ponders the problem of how to make better a world where evil brings profit and virtue none at all; where fraud and deceit are mingled with truth and sincerity. He broods and broods and

I tried to stop it; I did try. I don't know how it went wrong... I didn't mean to hurt him; I didn't want to; I didn't know I had. But Riff... Riff was like my brother. So when Bernardo killed Him… 'Nardo didn't mean it either. Oh, I don't know he didn't! Oh, no. I didn't come to tell you just for you to forgive me so I couldn't go to the police...

If I don't put down the roughhouse, I get put down -on a traffic corner. Your friends don't like traffic corners. So you buddy boys are gonna play ball with me. I gotta put up with them and so do you. You're gonna make nice with them PRs from now on. Because otherwise I'm gonna beat the crap outa every one of ya and then run ya in.

It's easy from where you stand to judge the things that I have done. But when I marched the dust of the road was in my nose and when I fought the blood of the enemy was in my eyes. I sank in the mud on the shores of the Volga. I drowned two legions in the Vistula. Why eagles, ospreys, even vultures had a better view. From the heights all things are very clear. Birds float on the wind. But, by God, I blew my breath across a continent

It's the custom at these graduations to pick out some old duck like me to preach to the kids. Well, I can't preach at you. I know you all too well. I've brought most of you into the world, rubbed linament onto your backs, poured castor oil down your throats. I only hope that now I've got you this far that you'll turn out to be worth all the trouble I took with you. I can't tell you any sure way to happiness. I only know that you've got to

Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for our inability to bring you the finale that we promised. It seems our extraordinary young man has elected to compromise his aspirations. But I know there are many of you out there: extraordinary people: exceptional people: who would gladly trade your ordinary lives for the opportunity to do one perfect act - our grand finale. Now, if you should decide to do so, we'll be there for you: waiting: anytime you want us. Why we're right inside your heads, and we promise you sets,

Locusts travel in huge swarms, so large that when they cross the sky, they block the sun, like a storm. Second Uncle – back home – when he was a young man, his whole crop got wiped out by locusts one year. In the famine that followed, Second Uncle lost his eldest son and his second wife – the one he married for love. Even to this day, we look around before saying the world “locust,” to make sure Second uncle is out of hearing range. About eight years ago,

Oh, the public has no need for new ideas. The public gets on best with the good old recognized ideas it has already. Yes, I must speak frankly to you for once. I have tried to avoid it, for I know how irritable you are; but now I must tell you the truth, Thomas. You have no conception how much you injure yourself by your officiousness. You complain of the authorities, ay, of the Government itself--you cry them down and maintain that you have been slighted, persecuted. But what else

Sky Masterson! There is the highest player of them all! Higher than anybody. Why do you think they call him Sky? That's how high he bets. I once saw him bet five thousand dollars on a cockroach. And another time he was sick, and he wouldn't take penicillin on account he had bet ten C's that his temperature would go to 102. He's so lucky it went to 106. Good old Sky. With him a thousand dollars ain't lending money - it's betting money. So why don't I bet him?

So, she finally comes to work. Don't tell me good morning, what morning? It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Not that we had a customer. Who has customers when you run a flower shop on Skid Row? Audrey, you better go back there and see what Seymour's... Audrey, where did you get that shiner? Yes, that shiner... Audrey, that greasy boyfriend of yours - he's been beating on you again? Look, I know it's none of my business, but I'm beginning to think he's maybe not such a nice boy...

We can't strike. Why not? Because it's against the law to strike! The king has declared that everything is a crime. Writing is a crime. Two weeks ago, the police destroyed the Galaty, the worker's newspaper. They smashed the press. They burned over two thousand newspapers but that didn't satisfy the king. Three days ago at a student meeting, a peaceful meeting, soldiers broke it up and arrested two of my friends. Writing, talking, going to class, speaking out is a crime. Being poor is a crime. Being poor is

Well, kiddies, that's what happened to Tommy today. But, what about his friend Jeff? Well, he had fun too. Tonight he went running off through the woods after some highland hot-head who was gonna make all the people disappear by crossing the wrong street. Well after a while, Jeff thought he saw a bird perched low in a tree, and he shot at it. Something fell to the ground. He rushed over to it, and whaddya think it was? It was hot-head Harry. Yessir, the boy Dermish himself, lying there

When I was a boy, I carried my heart in my hand... so... when this man came to our town - though my father said he was good - I thought he was bad. I was young... He attracted all the mean and cruel people to him. Soon he was running our town! He could do anything - take anything - I did not like that. I was young. I stood up in the public square and made a speech. I called upon everyone to stand with me against this

When I was a lad of eighteen, our King died in London and left no one to succeed him; only a sword stuck through an anvil which stood on a stone. Written on it in letters of gold it said: "Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise King bom of all England." Many chaps tried to dislodge it, and none could. Finally a great tournament was proclaimed for New Year's Day, so that all the mightiest knights in England would be assembled at one time

We all make mistakes in life, Charlie. They chase us down. For some of us it's the tiniest turn off the path, and for some... well. This one goes into the wrong alley at night. That one buys his pot from the wrong dealer.

We had this wok. We got it for our wedding. She registered
for it. I really never understood why. We’re not Asian. I’m not
racist, but it’s not like either one of us knew how to use the thing.

Let me tell you a lesson about life! Ok? Life is not… What do you do? You sell Girl Scout cookies? Ok, let me tell you something.

People have called me a hero, a killer, a saint and a psychopath. They even used to say the first three all in the same sentence: hero, killer, saint.

Yes. It’s… exactly how I remember it. (Camielle smiles) When you first arrive, they stick you in these smaller rooms. They want you out there meeting people.

Do not bethink me invalid

Just for my graying beard. For I have fought

A thousand wars, and seen a million years.

Only through a child’s awe is the world innocent and free, then it all becomes a matter of responsibilities. A place, where love is sensuality of a moment:

You know what it’s like to raise a retard? Do ya? God damn you, boy, you know what it’s like to raise you?

I hate cruelty. If there’s one thing I’ve always hated, it’s cruelty. I’m a peaceful person. I keep to myself, and I’m polite, and I never hurt others.

It’s fitting. It’s finally fitting. (He chuckles, sadly) Professor Church, I think you’ll be finding this house mighty fitting for a president of any university, and especially ours.

Eighty years. That's funny isn't it? Like one of those ludicrously over-sized foam hands they sell at ball games. Funny stuff right? Seriously, you can't make this up.

It was the spring of 1969 when I joined the Army. Got myself right out of graduate school. It was the first time since I was five when I wasn’t in school.

I just wanted someone to talk to. But… he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore…

I can’t sleep. It’s four AM and I’ve been up all night, thinking vivid thoughts as I sit on the edge of the bed. My girl’s hair is curled around my fingers and I think of something sharp.

Laura? Laura? Remember the little boat we had on Harrison Lake
and how one night we rowed off until we felt that in the whole
world there were only the two of us, you and me?

Yo! What’s up, homes? You miss me? Cause I sure as hell miss you, brother.

I have been on one road trip before. The summer after we first got together, Melissa took a summer internship at this PR firm in St. Louis, and she asked me to drive her out.

I am not a murderer. It isn't murder when you kill vermin: cockroaches, rats, weasels. Because that's what they were: two legged vermin.

I am… stuffed! God, I'd love a smoke.

Ah, thou vexeth me.

I long to see thee smile. Come, stand next

To me; and we’ll gaze upon the earth awhile.

You wanna smoke some weed? (JEFF continues playing his video game) Yo, I said you wanna smoke some weed?

He wasn’t always evil. And that’s what hurts the most, you know? I… remember playing baseball when I was younger.

When I was younger my mom had this caramel colored dress that she’d wear to church every Sunday. It was the only one she had because we didn’t have a lot of money back then.

Thy words

Bring rivers to my eyes. Please, forgive

My imposition. I’ll not ask thee anymore.

I watched your father die. (He looks at her) There was nothing I could do. I had just come home from shopping and I heard the gun go off upstairs.

I was there when my father died. Right by his side. Hell, almost on top of him, because I was more than just “there” when his heart beat its final beat, I pretty much lead him by the hand to death’s door.

I’ve got a really cool uncle, his name’s Bill. Whenever my parents have to go somewhere, they take me to his place on the other side of town.

Here I am, this very day, standing at what seems to be, the end of the earth.

I… don't know why I did it. I… really liked her though, you know? But she sent me…

Oh, you fags are all alike. You come in here, seeking answers. And redemption.

Oh, you goose. God himself could not oppress me.

I gave no whimpered pleas.

W-E-L-C-O-M-E-!!!!!

To the future

Has this place changed me? No one for miles. No televisions. No computers. Or phones.

I'll tell you right now and I'll only say it once so you better slide up close and get both ears into it: I don't have to account to you or anyone else for my life.

You wanna know what my real problem is? It’s not the booze, it’s not the fights -it’s you!

There’s one thing I can tell you about superheroes. No matter which one you’re talking about – Spiderman, the Hulk, Catwoman – there’s no doubt I have this right.

It’s a four wheel drive. I’m supposed to be able to drive anywhere. I ran into a tree in the park.

I broke up with my girlfriend last week. Every time we were together, I could only think of Rebekah --

Mister Congressman, sir. Esteemed people... ordinary folk,
much like myself, and all the rest of ya... I'm here to talk
about the new health care funding cuts, actually I want to
complain about `em.

Through a horrible miscalculation entirely of no one’s fault but my own, I found myself suddenly soulless in Santa Monica, California on a Tuesday with no transportation and a copy of Bukowski’s “Hot Water Music” as my lone companion.

This whole field is covered in blood. And then… shielded by a golden sea. No one knows the fertilizer that’s in this ground! It’s me! It comes from me!

It’s my blender, Jared. Mine. You can’t have it. No way. I’ll give you a frappe. I’ll give you a goddamn mango frappe. Right in the nose. It’s my blender.

Category: Male: Contemporary: Dramatic

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