10 Great Movie Monologues

This is my first attempt at posting a video on my weblog. I struggled for a while to achieve it but finally figured out how to post videos.

Cutting to the chase, as the name suggests, the post has my list of 10 great movie monologues. I like them so much that I have learnt a few of them by heart – notably the Contender speech by Marlon Brando and Samuel Jackson’s Ezekiel 25:17 in Pulp Fiction – and the rest are on the way to be perfected. I have the Ezekiel 25:17, the Good Will Hunting and the Superheroes monologue from Kill Bill stuck on my workstation – Fight Club would be joining them one of these days. A few of them give me goose flesh and well up tears of emotion whenever I read them, listen to them or watch them. The famous ‘I am Maximus’ speech from Gladiator stands out for the sheer adrenaline rush it provides; the King of Cool is at his quotable best when he gets biblical in Pulp Fiction; I never fail to be moved to tears when I listen to Morgan Freeman uttering the line ‘I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams’ in Shawshak Redemption …

Well, this list is very much expandable because 10 is too small a number taking into consideration the number of wonderful lines that English movies have offered. I shall add more if I come across or get reminded of more monologues that mean something to me.

The biggest trouble was to arrange the list; what comes at #1, what comes at #2, what comes at #3 and so on and so fourth – the list is definitely about the present and the order might slightly change if it were another day.

Without any further ado let me present to you the lines and videos. Read, Listen, Watch and Enjoy.

10. Goodfellas – As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster

Henry Hill: As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster. To me... being a gangster was better than being president of the United States. Even before I went to the cabstand for an after-school job... I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was there that I knew I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody... in a neighborhood full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. They did whatever they wanted. They parked in front of hydrants and never got a ticket. When they played cards all night... nobody ever called the cops.

The initial part of the video is a bit gory – please excuse for it.

9. To Kill a Mockingbird – The courtroom scene

I don't have the video for this. We have to make do with the link to the audio clip.

Atticus Finch: Now gentlemen, in this country our courts are the great levelers, and in our courts all men are created equal. I'm no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and of our jury system. That's no ideal to me. That is a living, working reality. Now I am confident that you gentlemen will review without passion the evidence that you have heard, come to a decision, and restore this man to his family. In the name of God, do your duty. In the name of God, believe Tom Robinson.

9. Scarface - say good night to the bad guy!

Tony Montana: What you lookin' at? You all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." So... what that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through! Better get outta his way!

8. Gladiator - My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.

8. Harvey - Nobody ever brings anything small into a bar

Harvey and I sit in the bars... have a drink or two... play the juke box. And soon the faces of all the other people they turn toward mine and they smile. And they're saying, "We don't know your name, mister, but you're a very nice fella." Harvey and I warm ourselves in all these golden moments. We've entered as strangers - soon we have friends. And they come over... and they sit with us... and they drink with us... and they talk to us. They tell about the big terrible things they've done and the big wonderful things they'll do. Their hopes, and their regrets, and their loves, and their hates. All very large, because nobody ever brings anything small into a bar. And then I introduce them to Harvey... and he's bigger and grander than anything they offer me. And when they leave, they leave impressed. The same people seldom come back; but that's envy, my dear. There's a little bit of envy in the best of us. That's too bad, isn't it?

7. Amadeus - It seemed to me that I was hearing a voice of God.

Salieri describes his rival Mozart’s music with great passion all through the movie. F. Murray Abraham as Antonio Salieri delivered one of the greatest screen performances I have witnessed – it is sadly, I think, also one of the most under-mentioned and under-discussed performances in Cinema.

Salieri: Extraordinary! On the page it looked nothing. The beginning simple, almost comic. Just a pulse - bassoons and basset horns - like a rusty squeezebox. Then suddenly - high above it - an oboe, a single note, hanging there unwavering, till a clarinet took over and sweetened it into a phrase of such delight! This was no composition by a performing monkey! This was a music I'd never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing, it had me trembling. It seemed to me that I was hearing a voice of God.

Elsewhere he says,

Astounding! It was actually beyond belief. These were first and only drafts of music yet they showed no corrections of any kind. Not one. Do you realize what that meant? He'd simply put down music already finished in his head. Page after page of it, as if he was just taking dictation. And music finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase, and the structure would fall. It was clear to me. That sound I had heard in the Archbishop's palace had been no accident. Here again was the very voice of God! I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink-strokes at an absolute, inimitable beauty.

I also love the last lines he says in the movie. That will have a place in my list of best movie quotes.

 I will speak for you, Father. I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint. Mediocrities everywhere... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you all.

you can view the terrific performance here.

Watch this movie. It is simply great.

6. Fight Club - We're the middle children of history

It’s kind of funny. I think this movie has one of the most surprising climaxes I have seen and I love these lines and a few others. But I wouldn’t want to watch the movie once more. I don’t like the movie very much.

Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

I couldn’t find the video clip for this, so you have to adjust with these bits of audio. If you find the video clip somewhere please send me the link. Thank you.

1, 2, 3.

5. Pulp Fiction - Ezekiel 25:17

I have a T-Shirt with the poster of Pulp Fiction - the picture that has Samuel Jackson and John Travolta in black suits pointing out their guns – on the front and Ezekiel 25:17 printed on the back. It is a gift from a fellow Fiction fan and a friend.

Jules: There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.

Caution - The video is a bit long.

4. Kill Bill: Vol. 2 – Superhero Mythology

Simply put it, I would have loved to have thought of this myself.

Bill: l'm quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology... The mythology is not only great, it's unique. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He's weak... he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race.

3. On the Waterfront - I coulda been a contender

This speech is considered one of the greatest movie monologues and has been parodied and attempted several times in Cinema. In Raging Bull, Robert De Niro pays a fine tribute to Brando in the scene where he practices these lines in front of the mirror.

Terry: You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it.

Watch the clip

 

2. Shawshank Redemption – I Hope

As I mentioned before, I get teary-eyed when I come to the ‘I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams’ line. It is just amazing. I hope you have watched this movie.

Red: I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

1. Good Will Hunting – The greatest lines of them all

Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?

You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

Isn't it stuff that goosefleshes are made of?

Do you think I missed something better? Remind me.

Do you like the list? What are your favorite movie speeches/monologues? Tell me.

Comments

[Tootsie]

One final one - this is a combined one from two different monologues by Dr. Evil in the first and second movies. Every beat is pure absolute comic genius.

Dr Evil: Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian woman named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Doctor Evil: Okay. I have a vestigial tail. It's more of a nub, really. The spine just goes on a little longer than it should. Also, I've dabbled. I mean, perform fellatio once and you're a poet, twice and you're a homosexual. I remember once I was being fisted by Sebastian Cabot- but here's where the story gets interesting. He was lactose-intolerant. He could eat red meat all night long, but one sip of milk and it was gastric hell. And I remember we were caught in fragrance delicto by Henry Kissinger, and you can imagine my humiliation at having Hank hear me say, "Mr. French, no teeth." One of my greatest disappointments is that I never became a song and dance man. I could have been a quadruple threat, kind of like a despotic Ken Barry. Dancer, singer, actor, and I would possess nuclear weapons, the latter being the most threatening of the four. I once sat on a bus and tried to will myself a menstrual cycle. All I ended up with was a sense of failure and a mild neuralgia in my incisor teeth and perhaps a grudging respect for the weaker sex. I love toe cleavage. For the most part I distrust dogs. I slept in a horse once. It was quite roomy. On second thought, it was the Ritz. I named my left testicle 'piss' and my right testicle 'vinegar'. I wrote "It's Raining Men", or so the Christmas babies told me. Oh yes, I also made a Marzipan voodoo effigy of The Fonze while I was in coma after smoking some Peruvian prayer hash, but who at the end of the day can honestly say they haven't done that?

[Anonymous Fool]

True Romance - Sicilian Talk - Dennis Hopper to Christopher Walken

http://youtube.com/watch?v=wIzHOfC0cMU

[CT]

For me it doesn't get any better than the Coffee is for Closers speech from Glengarry Glen Ross.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TROhlThs9qY

[me]

What about the one Guns and Roses ripped off...
"What we have here, is failure to communicate... some men just don't[...]"

From Cool Hand Luke.

[Frank]

How could you forget the opening speech in Patton?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDecLiA_Qbw

"Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.

Men, all this stuff you’ve heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans traditionally love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball player, the toughest boxer. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.

Now, an Army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.

We have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. You know, by God I actually pity those poor bastards we’re going up against. By God, I do. We’re not just going to shoot the bastards, we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel.

Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.

Now there’s another thing I want you to remember. I don’t want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We’re not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose.

There’s one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home. And you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what did you do in the great World War II, you won’t have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana."

Alright now, you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh, and I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle – anytime, anywhere.

That’s all."

[Nobody]

Christian Bale going through Patrick Batemans daily routine in American Psycho is great. But it was this bit that, for some reason, still sends a chill down my spine:

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some
kind of abstraction, hut there is no real me, only an
entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold
gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping you
and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably
comparable: I simply am not there.

[Bobo the Sperm Whale]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YyImnZGf_Q

It's crude, but it's true.

[Frank Atanassow]

From Jeux d'Enfants (Love Me If You Dare):
http://youtube.com/watch?v=wrB1SOs1jUI

"Joy in its purest form, unadulterated, raw, volcanic. Better than anything. Better than drugs. Better than dope, coke, crack, shit, sniff, ganja, marijuana, cannibis, peyote, acid, LSD, XTC. Better than sex, blowjobs, 69, orgies, jerking off, tantra, Kamasutra, the Thai wheelbarrow. Better than Nutella and banana milkshakes. Better than trilogies from George Lucas and the Muppet Show, the hip-swaying of Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft, Naomi Campbell. Better than the B-side of Abbey Road, the solos from Hendrix, Armstrong on the moon, Space Mountain, Santa Claus and Bill Gate's fortune, the Dalai Lama's trance, the resurrection of Lazarus, Schwarzy's hormones and the collagen lips of Pamela Anderson. Better than Woodstock and rave parties. Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda. Better than freedom. Better than life."

[Princess Chimera]

wow! what a wonderful list I say :)

I would have also added the Amercian Beauty monologue mentioned by someone above.

And yes, Woody Allen's monologue at the beginning and end of Annie Hall would feature in my Hall Of Fame.

[bolix]

I lifted Thewlis rant from Naked from Davids website (http://david-thewlis.com/nakedquotes.php)

Johnny (to Brian, the security guard): Is that it now then? Are you through with the regulation pacing? All set to deploy the fatuous sarcasm? Well, I’ve beaten you to it.

Brian: Would you like a mint?
Johnny: What’s this new policy? Ply the culprit with menthol?

Brian: Waste not, want not.
Johnny: An' other cliches.
Brian: But a cliche is full of truth, otherwise it wouldn’t be a cliche.
Johnny: Which is in itself a cliche.

Brian: Have you got nowhere to go, then?
Johnny: I’ve got an infinite number of fuckin' places to go, the problem is where you stay.

Johnny: And what is it what goes on in this particular postmodernist gas chamber?
Brian: Nothing. It's empty.
Johnny: So what is it you're guardin', then?
Brian: Space.
Johnny: You're guardin' space? That's stupid, isn't it? Because someone could break in there, eh, and steal all the fuckin' space and you wouldn't know it's gone, would you?
Brian: Good point.

Johnny: Funny being inside, isn’t it. Cause when you are inside, you’re still actually outside, aren’t you? And then you can say when you’re outside, you’re inside, because you’re always inside your head. You follow that?

Johnny (on women): They're not worth it, are they?

Brian: Whores and harlots.

Brian: ...That’s my job.
Johnny: Well, could they not train a tall chimpanzee to do that? Or, a small chimpanzee with a bigger gizmo?
Brian: I suppose they could.
Johnny: Well Brian, you’ve succeeded in convincing me you have the most tedious fuckin' job in England.

Johnny: So you think you can make the present palatable by projecting into the future? You’re living in the past, pal. It’s the future that fucks you up, Brian, it’s the maggot in the apple. See, you’re all pissed off with the present, right? And there’s nothing wrong with the present. The present’s fine, the present’s perfect, the present’s peachy fuckin' creamy. The only thing wrong with the present is the bastard doesn’t exist, because the present is the future and the future is the past, and it’s all the same fuckin' bag of bones anyway. It’s a constant process of coming into being and passing away, coming into being and passing away. The future is now.
Brian: But the present does exist. We’re in it now.
Johnny: You were just then when you said it, but you’re not in it now. You’re not in it now. You’re not in it now. You’re forever being kicked up the ass by the future. You with me?

Johnny: Has nobody not told you, Brian, that you’ve got this kind of gleeful preoccupation with the future? I wouldn’t even mind, but you don’t even have a fuckin' future, I don’t have a future. Nobody has a future. The party's over. Take a look around you man, it’s all breaking up. Are you not familiar with the book of Revelations of St. John, the final book of the Bible prophesying the apocalypse?... He forced everyone to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead so that no one shall be able to buy or sell unless he has the mark, which is the name of the beast, or the number of his name, and the number of the beast is 6-6-6. ...What can such a specific prophecy mean? What is the mark? Well the mark, Brian, is the barcode, the ubiquitous barcode that you’ll find on every bog roll and packet of johnnies and every poxy pork pie, and every fuckin' barcode is divided into two parts by three markers, and those three markers are always represented by the number 6. 6-6-6. Now what does it say? No one shall be able to buy or sell without that mark. And now what they’re planning to do in order to eradicate all credit card fraud and in order to precipitate a totally cashless society, what they’re planning to do, what they’ve already tested on the American troops, they’re going to subcutaneously laser tattoo that mark onto your right hand, or onto your forehead. They’re going to replace plastic with flesh. Fact. In the same book of Revelations when the seven seals are broken open on the day of judgment and the seven angels blow the trumpets, when the third angel blows her bugle, wormwood will fall from the sky, wormwood will poison a third part of all the waters and a third part of all the land and many many many people will die. Now do you know what the Russian translation for wormwood is? ....Chernobyl. Fact. On August the 18th, 1999, the planets of our solar system are gonna line up into the shape of a cross... They’re gonna line up in the signs of Aquarius, Leo, Taurus, and Scorpio, which just happen to correspond to the four beasts of the apocalypse, as mentioned in the book of Daniel, another fuckin' fact! Do you want me to go on? The end of the world is nigh, Brian, the game is up.
Brian: I don’t believe that. Life can’t just come to a stop.
Johnny: All right, I’m not saying that life will end or the world will end, or the universe will cease to exist. But man will cease to exist. Just like the dinosaurs passed into extinction, the same thing will happen to us. We’re not fuckin' important! We’re just a crap idea!
Brian: I’m not going to cease to exist. I’m gonna be here in the future.
Johnny: What is this fuckin' fixation with the future?! Listen pal, I’ve got chronic systolic palpitations and acute fuckin' neuralgia!

Brian: Let me ask you a question.
Johnny: What?
Brian: Have you ever had the sense that you’ve lived in a time different from this one?
Johnny: What you mean like in a past life?
Brian: Could be, yeah.
Johnny: Yeah well in my past life I was dead.
Brian: But you see I wasn’t. I know I was here in the past before I was born, so I know I’m going to be here in the future after I‘ve died.
Johnny: I see. And in this alternative existence did you still have the same noxious body odor?
Brian: No need to be personal. It’s what I believe.
Johnny: Shall I tell you what I believe?
Brian: You don’t believe in anything.

Johnny: Do you think the amoeba ever dreamed that it would evolve into the frog? Of course it didn’t. And when that first frog shimmied out of the water and employed its vocal chords in order to attract a mate or to retard a predator, do you think that that frog ever imagined that that incipient croak would evolve into all the languages of the world, into all the literature of the world? Of course it fuckin' didn’t. And just as that froggy could never have possibly conceived of Shakespeare, so we can never possibly imagine our destiny.
Brian: I know what my destiny is.
Johnny: Yeah but what you’re experiencing, as far as I can gather, with all these manifestations of regression and precognition and transmigratory astral fuckin' chatterings is just the equivalent of that first primeval grunt. Because evolution isn’t over. Man isn’t the be-all and fuckin' end all. Look, if you take the whole of time represented by one year, we’re only in the first few moments of the first of January. There’s a long way to go. Only now we’re not going to sprout extra limbs and wings and fins because evolution itself is evolving. And whereas you, through some process of extrasensory recall, might imagine that you were some, I don’t know, some 17th-century little Dutch girl living in a windmill in old Amsterdam, one day you’ll realize that you’ve had not just one or two past or future existences, but that you were and are everybody and everything that has ever been or will ever be.
Brian: Hang on a minute, you’ve just contradicted yourself.
Johnny: Oh, how’d you make that out?
Brian: Downstairs you were predicting the end of the world, now you’re talking about the future. How do you explain that, eh?
Johnny: Easy. When it comes, the apocalypse itself will be part of the process of that leap of evolution.
Brian: Well. Whatever happens, mankind will not cease to exist.
Johnny: He must. By the very definition of apocalypse, mankind must cease to exist, at least in a material form.
Brian: What do you mean in a material form?
Johnny: Well he’ll evolve.
Brian: What into?
Johnny: Into something that transcends matter. Into a species of pure thought. Are you with me?
Brian: Yeah...like a ghost!
Johnny: No, not like a fuckin' ghost you big girl’s blouse, into something that’s like well beyond our comprehension. Into a universal consciousness. Into God, who is by the same principle that time is.
Brian: You don’t believe in God.
Johnny: Of course I believe in God. You see, the thing is Brian, that God is a hateful God. Must be. Because if God is good, then why is there evil in the world? Why is there pain and hate and greed and war? It doesn’t make sense. But if God is a nasty bastard then you can say: why is there good in the world? Why is there love and hope and joy? Well let’s face it, good exists in order to be fucked up by evil. The very existence of good enables evil to flourish, therefore, God is bad. And it doesn’t matter how many past or future existences you have because they’re all going to be riddled with grief and anguish and sickness and death. You see Brian, God doesn’t love you. God despises you. So there’s no hope. Mankind is just a component of the device by which the Devil creates itself. You with me? You see what I’m saying basically is, you can’t make an omelet without cracking a few eggs, and humanity is just a cracked egg. And the omelet ....stinks.

Brian: Yeah.

Johnny [to woman in the window] I know it’s a big cheeky but, erm, I’m a cheeky young monkey!

Johnny: This what you're readin'? Jane Austen by Emma?... Don't read much myself.

Johnny: I can’t, luv. You look like me mother.

Johnny: You think you can recapture your youth by fuckin' it? You don’t want to fuck me, you’ll catch something cruel.

Brian: What are you doing here?
Johnny: Well you see, I was over there like this [moves over a step], but that didn’t really work for me, so I thought I’d try over here [moves back] but I don’t think there’s much future in this one either.

Brian: Don't waste your life.

[Arvind Swarup]

I see so many more great movie lines over here. and 10 is such a small number. and so many more good movies to watch.

thank you for the leads...