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Filippo:
How high can I fly? |
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Barton
Keyes: They've committed a murder and it's
not like taking a trolley ride together where
they can get off at different stops. They're
stuck with each other and they've got to ride
all the way to the end of the line and it's
a one-way trip and the last stop is the cemetery.
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Nobody:
You were a poet and a painter, William Blake.
But now, you're a killer of white men. |
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Huw
Morgan: [narrating] Men like my father
cannot die. They are with me still, real in
memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved
forever. How green was my valley then. |
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Lisa:
Jeff, you know if someone came in here, they
wouldn't believe what they'd see? You and me
with long faces plunged into despair because
we find out a man didn't kill his wife. We're
two of the most frightening ghouls I've ever
known. |
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Thomas
Colpeper: Yes do look out for it. It's just
behind the movie theatre. You can't miss it. |
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Iron
Giant: I am not a gun. |
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Prologue:
This is the story of two men who met in a banana
republic. One of them never did anything dishonest
in his life except for one crazy minute. The
other never did anything honest in his life
except for one crazy minute. They both had to
get out of the country. |
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Constance
Miller: Look, Mr. McCabe, I'm a whore! |
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Jacy
Farrow: Thank God, I'm glad I weren't on
fire - I would've burned to death. All you've
got is one button undone. |
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Slim:
I'm hard to get, Steve. All you have to do is
ask me. |
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Gilda:
If I'd been a ranch, they would have named me
The Bar None. |
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Catherine:
You said ''l love you!'' and l said ''Stay!''
l nearly said ''Take me!'' but you said ''Go
away!'' |
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Frank
Whitaker: I
know it's wrong because it makes me feel despicable. |
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Caption:
He remembers those vanished years. As though
looking through a dusty window pane, the past
is something he could see, but not touch. And
everything he sees is blurred and indistinct. |
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George
Calamari: Hey, Cookie. How about we stop
playing all these games? |
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Guy
Foucher: What name did you give our daughter?
Genevieve Emery: Francoise. She's very
much like you. Would you like to see her?
Guy Foucher: I think you should go.
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Ellen
Berent Harland: I'll never let you go. Never,
never, never. |
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Princess
Ann: I've never been alone with a man before,
even with my dress on. With my dress off, it's
MOST unusual. |
